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THE RELIGIOUS WORLD

A STGRY OF REAL LIFE.

Billy is dying, and implores someone to sprays ami here comes one of the most paiu-Sfußy-humorous scenes within ov.r knowledge, -a scene in which this especial' type cf American humor is exhibited in its tretfecXion :

“ The hoys looked sorrowfftl'; if gold dust could have bought prayers, Billy would have siad a 'first-class assortment in an instant. “There's Deacon Adams over to Pattin's, 5 suggested a bystander; ‘ an 5 they do say he's ia reg'lar rip-roarer at prayin'! But 'twould take four hours to go and fetch him. 5 ‘ Too long, 5 said the doctor. ‘Down in Mexico, ■at tko cathedral, 5 said another, ‘they pray fur ■«. feller after he's dead, when yer pay ’em Sar it, an 5 they say it's jist the thing—sure pop. I'll give yer my word, Billy, an’ no go back, that I’ll see the job done up in style fur yer, of that’s any comfort.’ ‘I want to hoar it myself,’ groaned the sufferer. ‘I don’t feel right; can’t nobody pray—nobody in the crowd?’ . . . Finally matters were brought to a crisis by Mose—no one knew his other name. Mose uncovered aVsandy head, face, and beard, and remarked; ‘I don’t want.to put on airs in this here crowd, but ef nobody else ken say a word to the_ Lord about Billy Bent, I’m a-goin’ to do it myself. It’s a bizaess I’ve never bin in, but ther’s nothin’ like tryiu 5 . This meetin’ ’ll cum to order to wunst.’ * Hats off in church, gentlemen!’ commanded Pentecost. Off came every 2iat, and some of the boys knelt down, »s Mose knelt beside the bench, and «aid -. ‘ Oh, Lord, here’s Billy Bent needs tendin’ to I He’s panned out his last dust, -■an’ he seems to hev a purty clear idee that this fs his last chance. He wants you to igive him a lift, Lord, an’ it’s the opinion of this bouse that he nee»ls it. ’Taiirt none of 'our bizness what he’s done, aft’ cf it Wuz you’d know more about it than We cud tell yer; but it’s mighty sartin that a cuss that’s been in the diggins fur years needs a sight of mendin’ up before he kicks the bucket.’ ‘That’s so,’ responded two or three very emphatically. ‘Billy’s down, Lord, an’ no decent man believes that the Lord ud hit a man when he’s down, so there’s one of two things got to be done—either he’s got to be let alone or he’s got to be helped. Lettin 5 him alone won’t do him or anybody else enny good, so helpin’s the holt, au 5 as enny one uv us tough fellers would help ef we knew how to, it’s only fair to suppose thet the Lord ’ll do it a mighty sight quicker. Now, what Billy needs is to see the thing in thet light, an’ you ken make him do it a good deal better than we ken. It’s mighty littlefur the Lord to do, bub it’s meat an 5 drink an’ clothes to Billy just now. When we wuz boys sum uv us read some promises of you’rn in that Book thet was writ a good spell ago by chaps in the Old Country, an’ though Sunday school teachers and preachers mixed the matter up in our minds, an’ got us all tangle-footed, we know they’re dar, an 5 you’ll know what me mean. Now, Lord-, Billy’s jest the boy—he’s a hard case, so you can’t find no better stuff to work on—he’s in a bad fix, thet we can’t do nuthin’fur, so il’o jest yer chance. He ain’t exactly the chap to make an A Number One Angel but he ain’t the man to forget a friend, so he’ll be a handy feller to hev aroun’.’ ‘ Feel aay better, Billy ?’ said Mose, stopping the prayer for a moment. ‘ A little,’ said Billy feebly; ‘but you want to tell the whole yarn. I’m sorry for all the wrong I’ve done.’ * He’s sorry for all his deviltry, Lord ’ *An’ I ain’t got nothin’ agin the Judge,’ continued the sufferer. ‘ An’ he don’t bear no malice agin the Judge, which he shouldn’t, seeing he generally gin as good as he took. An’ the long an’ short of it, Lord, is jest this—he’s a-dyin’, an’ ho wants a chance to die with his mind easy, an’ nobody else can make it so, so we leave the whole job in your hands, only puttin’ jn, fur Billy’s comfort, that we recollect hearing how yer forgiv’ a dyin’ thief, an’ that it ain’t likely yer a-goin’ to be harder on a chap thet’s alias paid fur what he got. Thet’s the whole story. Amen.’ Billy’s hand, rapidly growing cold, reached for that of Mose, and ho said, with considerable effort:, ‘ Mose, yer came in ez handy as a nugget in a gone-up claim. God bless yer Mose. I feel better inside. _ Ef I get through the clouds, an’ hev’ a livin’ chance to say a word to them as is the chiefs dar, thet word’ll be fur you, Mose. God bless yer Mose, an’ ef my blessin’a no account, it can't cuss yer, ennyhow. This claim’s washed out, fellers, an’ here goes the last shovelful to see if ther’s enny gold in it or not,’ And Billy departed this life, and the boys drank to the repose of his soul.”

After that, can any other notion be given of the mingled gruesomeness and ludicrousxiess of these digger stories than that one fools thpip in one’s bones”? —Exchange.

GLEANINGS. The Archdeacon of Westmoreland boasts that in his boyhood ho was taught to work with his hands, and for many a year he knitted stockings for all the family. He also learned to sew, and mastered the intricacies of hemming, seaming, backstitchlog, gussets, and so on. When in time he became a Government inspector and had to examine the pupil teachers’ sewing, they were astonished to see him pick out the weak places.

An English missionary named Hall' has boen expelled from Madagascar as a political agitator. Anarchy is said to he universal in the interior of the island, and orders have been given for the increase of the garrisons at various points. The Sydney ‘ Presbyterian,’ a religious journal, finds the Rev. L. M. Isitt guilty of “ false emphasis, exaggerated inflection, false reasoning, bad law, and blistering balderdash.”

Edward Trickett, the ex-champion oarsman of the world, was one of the speakers at the recent public meeting of the Christian Endeavor Convention held at Melbourne. The Church of St. Michael, Wood street, London, has been sold by auction for £31,500. The church was built 'by Sir Christopher Wren, but for some time past it had been closed.

Bishop Moore, of Ballarat, waited upon the mayor of that city, and, on behalf of the Homan Catholics, congratulated him on his refusal to welcome Mr Ben Tillett, Canon Knox-Little told a good story once at a church congress. He said he remembered a lych-gate in front of a beautiful church, which had been restored and made very nice. There was painted over the door : “ This is the Gate of Heaven,” and underneath was the large notice : “ Go round the other way.”— 1 Household Words,’

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THE RELIGIOUS WORLD, Evening Star, Issue 10435, 2 October 1897, Supplement

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