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549

SISTER JONES'S CONFESSION

I thought the deacon like me, yit
I warn't adzackly shore of it—
Fer, mind ye, time and time ag'in,
When jiners 'ud be comin' in,
I'd seed him shakin' hands as free
With all the sistern as with me!
But jurin' last Revival, where
He called on me to lead in prayer
An' kneeled there with me, side by side,
A-whisper'n' “he felt sanctified
Jes' tetchin' of my gyarment's hem,”—
That settled things as fur as them-
Thare other wimmin was concerned!—
And—well!—I know I must 'a' turned
A dozen colors!—Flurried?—la!
No mortal sinner never saw
A gladder widder than the one
A-kneelin' there and wonderun'
Who'd pray!—So glad, upon my word,
I railly couldn't thank the Lord!