35. XXXV.
PREACHES.
Church of St. —, June the 9th, 1863.
I preeched yisterday frum the follerin text:
“What shel we do to be saved?”
This, my brethrin, is a important inquiry.
Speakin ez a Dimekrat, who for thirty yeres hez
never scratched a tikkit—vewin things frum a
Dimekratik stand-pint—I hev no hesitashen in
sayin that we need savin in a eminent degree.
The dark waives of fanattycism, wich wuz mear
rippels in 1856, were mountin-high in '60, and
now they roll uncheckd frum Calyforny 2 Mane.
One island is yet unsquelched. Noo Jersey yet
is troo to Dimokrasy—a oasis amid the sterile
desert, a green spot by the wayside, a beekon-lite
to the shipwreckd maryner, a whisky-jug in Mane.
Thank hevin for Noo Jersey—halleloogy! I am
prowd 2 say that I, yoor paster, wuz born in Noo
Jersey; that my father sawd wood for the President
uv the Camden and Amboy, and my mother
wuz his washerwoman. Umble wuz our lot; but
wat sez the good book? “It is better to be a
dore-keeper at the house uv Dimokrasy than a
postmaster in the tents uv Ablishnism.” But 2
resoom:
Wat shel we do to be saved? This inquiry is
uv pekoolyer intrest jest now. Let me ask, why
do we need savin? Dimokrasy is the pure, refind
salt uv the guverment—to speek uv salt savin is
a absurdity. Ah! my frends, wile Dimokrasy
savd the guverment, the guverment savd Dimokrasy.
It wuz a strikin illustrashen uv the eternel
fitness uv things. So long ez my venrable frend
hed a post-orifis, he wood be wuss nor a loonatik
ef he did not sustane the guverment that give
him the post-orifis. Every thing went on, so long
ez we hed the post-orifises. Wat we want just
now is votes; and how to get em is the question.
Whisky used to do it; but, alas! the amount uv
whisky nessary to convert a Ablishnist to Dimokrasy
wood kill him afore he cood vote—they not
being seasond vessels.
We lost control, my brethren, by bein stubborn.
O! let us dodge that fatal errer. The last
elecshen shode that we cood not lede the people—
let the peeple lede us. Ef the peeple want war,
let us be war men; ef they want peece, let us sing
hosanners to peece! Ef they want war in Ohio, let
Ohio Dimekrats be war men, and ef Noo York
wants peece, let em be peece men. Our platform
is broad enuff to accommodait all; and on the
mane question, which is post-orifis, we kin all
agree—halleloogy!
Hevin settled the matter uv faith, we will considder
that uv work, for faith without works is uv
no more use than a whisky-punch without the
whisky. Ther must be no draft—the men must
be razed by volunteerin. Exstrordinary indoosements
must be held out for Abolishnists to enlist;
for evry wun who goes, stands a lively chance uv
trubblin us no more. We must hev our voters
back frum Canady. My frends, ther were enuff
good Dimekrats in Canady to hev saved Ohio and
Noo York. They must be hum, to wunst. We
need em.
We hev not suffishently improvd the nigger—
we neglectid him. Ther is 2 sides to the war
question; but on nigger we air invulnerable.
Why? yoo ask. Becoz he has no frends. The
Abolishnists air afeerd to defend him, and by
talking uv him to them, we hev wun menny a
fite. O, bless the Lord for the nigger! He is our
tower uv strength.
My brethrin, we hev a big job afore us. Let
us dally no longer. Think uv the consekences uv
another defeet. Sech uv our Dimekratik leeders
ez did not git commishns in the army air in a
bad shaip. They can't git whisky on tick, forever.
Sum uv em hev got so low ez to be obliged
to drink dilootid camfene, wich hez a bad effek
upon the stumick. I tride it wunst. They must
be releevd. They must hev their posishens and
ther regler salaries, for without em ther stumicks
is gone. Brethrin, to the breech, to wunst.
My Church depuytized me to assertane the
wherabouts uv sum Dimekrat who hez n't exprest
a opinyun sinse the war commenst, and tender
him the nominashen for the Presidensy.
Petroleum V. Nasby,
Paster uv sed Church, in charge.
