NO HALF-WAY DOINGS—A NIGGER SERMON.

Samoa Times and South Sea Gazette, Issue 9, 1 December 1877, Page 3

NO HALF-WAY DOINGS—A NIGGER SERMON.

[By Ihwi.v Rcssf.ix.] Belubbed Iflßow-trabbellorsj in holdia' forth to-day, I doesn't q.ioto no special ver:e lor what I has to eay. ])e sermon will be berry short, and (lis here am de tex': Dat hull-way Join's ain't no 'count tor dis worl' or do uex'.

Diu worl' dat we's a-libbin iu is like a cotton row. AVhur eborv eullud gentleman has got his line to hoe; And eberv time a lazy nigger stops to take a nap, Do grass keeps on a-growin' fur to smudder up his crap.

When Moses led de Jews across do waters ub do sea. Dey had to beep n-goin 1 jas' as fas 1 an fas' " could be; Do you H*posft d;it (ley could ebber hah mioceeJedm (loir wish, And reached do Promised Land at last—if dey had stopped to li«h ?

My Prion's, dar was a garden ouoe, whar Adam libbed wid Eve. Wid no one 'round to boddcr dom. no neighbors tor to tieve ; And ebery day was Christmas, and dey got deir rations tree. And eberytirtg belonged to dem execp* an apple tree.

You nil know 'bout do story—how do snake ennie suoopm' rouu', — A stump-tail rusty mocasin, a-eruwlin' on do gfounf— Ilow Eve and Adam eat do fruit, and went and hid deir face, Till do angelloberseer he came and drove 'em off d« place.

Now s'pose dat man and 'oomnn hadn't 'tempted jpr to shirk, Hut hud gorio nlmut doir gardenin' and 'tended tq doir work, Doy wouldn't hub boon loafm' whardey had no business to, And do debbij nebbot'd got a chance to tell 'em whatltodo. No half-way (Lin's brodren ! It'll nobbor do I say ! [ Go at your tarn and finish it, and don's do time to ply— For ebon if ddirap is good, do rain 'll spile do bolls, Unless you kerns a-pickin' in do garden ob your soull Keep n-plowiii, and a-hoein', and n-sernpin' ob de row . And when de (innin's ober you can pay up what you wen; But if you qu' a u-workin' ebery time do sun is hot Do sheriff's g rino to lebby upon eberyting ' you'a got. Whateber 'tiswu's drihin' at, ho shoru and dribo it thiugh, And don't let nlfliu' stop you, but do what you's gwimVto do j For when yon sts a nigger foolin', don, as shore's yoiiVo born, You's gwine to jeo him coniin' out do small end ob do nirn. I thanks you for'le 'tontion you has gib dis afternoon— | Sister Williams Ml obligo us by a-raisin' ob a tune— I soo dat Hruddtt Johnson's 'bout to pass aroun' do imt, And don't let'a hab no half-way Join's when it i i lines to Ait!