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"'What's that, you backslidin' vagabone?" says he. "'Why, then, plenty of mait, says I, 'but no salvation; an' salvation to me, your Reverence, but he got black over the whole face and shullers wid rank passion.
Grandma Keeler had been telling me in a happy, droning voice, though gravely enough, of the "awakenin'" that was going on in Wallencamp how "a good many o' the young folks was impressed," and "Cap'n Sartell had been seekin', ever since little Bessie died, and some that had seemed to be forgitful and backslidin' had come forward and told where they stood, until it seemed as though the Lord was a sendin' a blessin' down, jest as soft and beautiful as them blossoms;" and Grandma's eyes wandered towards the peach-tree with a tearful fervor in them.
What ails you, Dave, sence I larned you to box?" "Is you de man?" Dave exclaimed, hoarsely; "den may de Lord forgive you, fur I never kin. Dat lickin' I mos' give you, made me a po', wicked, backslidin' fool." "Why, Dave, I jess saw you was a good man; I didn't mean you no harm, boy." "You ruined me, free nigger," repeated the huge slave, with a scowl, partly of revenge and partly remorse.
"Oh, yes!" cried Colossus. The master acknowledged countless mercies. "Dat's so!" cried the slave. The master prayed that they might still be "piled on." "Glory!" cried the black man, clapping his hands; "pile on!" "An' now," continued the parson, "bring this pore, backslidin' jackace of a parson and this pore ole fool nigger back to thar home in peace!" "Pray fo' de money!" called Colossus.
'Tis little betther I am now. "I will get Houligan to pour a bucket over my head," thinks I, an' I wud ha' risen, but I heard some wan say: "Mulvaney can take the blame av ut for the backslidin' hound he is." "Oho!" sez I, an' my head rang like a guard-room gong: "fwhat is the blame that this young man must take to oblige Tim Vulmea?" For 'twas Tim Vulmea that shpoke.
The old time religin' is passin' away, an' I'm all that's lef' of Zion." The Bishop smiled. "Yes, you see befo' you all that's lef' of Zion. I'se been longin' to see you an' have a talk with you thinkin' maybe you cud he'p me out. You kno' me and you is Hard-shells." The Bishop nodded. "We 'blieves in repentince an' fallin' from grace, an' backslidin' an' all that," she went on.
'Tis little betther I am now. 'I will get Houligan to pour a bucket over my head, thinks I, an' I wud ha' risen, but I heard some wan say: 'Mulvaney can take the blame av ut for the backslidin' hound he is. "'Oho! sez I, an' my head rang like a guard-room gong: 'fwhat is the blame that this young man must take to oblige Tim Vulmea? For 'twas Tim Vulmea that shpoke.
So, bredren, hyear it dis ebenin'. 'Dey young men shall die by de s'ord, an' dey sons an' dey daughters by de famine. "Now, I've said ernuff; day's no use fur ter keep er talkin', an' all you backslidin' chu'ch membahs, tremblin' sinners, an' weepin' monahs, come up hyear dis ebenin', an' try ter git erroun' dem s'ords an' dem famines. Now my skyearts is clar, caze I done 'liver de message.
But you an' me thinks differ'nt an' allus shall, Mrs. Tregenza." "Iss, though I s'pose 'tis the same devil as takes backslidin' church or chapel folks. Let that bide now. Wheer's Joan to? I've got to thank 'e kindly for lookin' arter Tom t'other Sunday night. Tis things like that makes religion uncomfortable.
"An' as I kep' it my intentions went on improvin' and improvin', till I made up my mind to behave myself in future, forever. Do you understand? forever. No backslidin', no hitchin', no slippin'-up. I take occasion to say, miss, that I was beset time and again; that the instant I set my foot outside them prison-gates, over there, my old chums got round me; but I shook my head.
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