"My bredren an' my sistren," he began, looking solemnly over his specs
at the congregation, "de tex' wat I'se gwine ter gib fur yer
'strucshun dis ebenin' yer'll not fin' in de foremus' part er de Book,
nur yit in de hine part. Hit's swotuwated mo' in de middle like,
'boutn ez fur fum one een ez 'tiz fum tudder, an' de wuds uv de tex'
is dis:
"'Burhol', I'll punish um! dey young men shall die by de s'ord, an'
dey sons an' dey daughters by de famine.'
"My bredren, embracin' uv de sistren, I'se ben 'stressed in my min'
'boutn de wickedness I sees er gwine on. Eby night de Lord sen' dar's
dancin' an' loffin' an' fiddlin'; an' efn er man raises 'im er few
chickens an' watermillions, dey ain't safe no longer'n his back's
turnt; an', let erlone dat, dar's quarlin' 'longer one nudder, an'
dar's sassin' uv white folks an' ole pussuns, an' dar's drinkin' uv
whiskey, an' dar's beatin' uv wives, an' dar's dev'lin' uv husban's,
an' dar's imperrence uv chil'en, an' dar's makin' fun uv 'ligion, an'
dar's singin' uv reel chunes, an' dar's slightin' uv wuck, an' dar's
stayin' fum meetin', an' dar's swearin' an' cussin', an' dar's eby
kin' er wickedness an' dev'lment loose in de land.
"An', my bredren, takin' in de sistren, I've talked ter yer, an' I've
tol' yer uv de goodness an' de long-suff'rin uv de Lord.
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