Ye'r right when you lays it down, Parson,
Thet the flesh is weak and a snare;
And to keep yer plow in the furrow
When yer cattle begins to rare
Ain't no sure thing. And between us,
The same may be said of Prayer !
Why, I step4 the jokes, op the river,
Of the bqys, when the critters found
Thet I'd nusd the Church, and the snicker
Thet a Wnd went regiad,
Is thesid o etin' ground
mstd all tat, and I reckon,
I mlgbt, atPaol, stood more-
Fot.boy., they represn Ee,
And I snds as the lock of the Law,
An# Lt leiee like a moral scrimmage,
lb holdigg ogia their jaw.
put thers prsset R OCbristlan suffers,
A$ hegt got that pretense-
Things with no rqorai perpose,
1i uigN eF hsz got 4o seqse;
' higses esoibew, no p ofit
W poey sr first expense
9z 49W 1 wn flst lst evenin'
Ad4reaaij' the Throne of Graco,
And n~other kn~elt $p the corner,
And each of the boys isI his place
When that sneaking pup of Keziah's,
To Jonathan's cat giv chale!
i never let on to mind 'emt,
I never let on to hear
Put drove that prayer down the furrow
With the cat hidin' under my cheer,
And Keziah a whisperin, '" sic her ! "
And mother a saying" you dare! "
I asked for a light for the heathen,
To guide ou his narrer track
With that dog and cat jest wa tzin',
And Jonathan's face jest black,
When the pap made a rush, and the kitten
Prpppe down on the small of my back.
