mourners wuz addressed, why, big, hefty men all round me jest boohooed
right out. Why, it wuz enough to melt a stun.

Then the preacher depictered that little golden head that had made
sunshine in her home through the darkest days, as bein' brung low by an
asassin. Then he spoke of that sweet little silvery voice a-ringin'
through the home and the hearts of her father and mother, of how it wuz
lifted up in vain appeal to her slayer that dretful night.

Then he spoke of the tender white arms that clung so lovingly round her
parent's neck, how they wuz lifted up in frantic appeal and vain to her
destroyer that bleak night, and wuz now folded up to be lifted no more
till she met that man at the bar of God. And then the little arm would
be raised and point him out "murderer." The sweet eyes, full of God's
avenging wrath, would smite him as accursed from God's presence forever.

And then he depictered it all how she would be taken to His own heart by
Him "who said that He would carry the lambs in His bosom." And this poor
wounded lamb, He would hold more tenderly than any other, while the
murderer! the villian! the asassin! would be hurled downward into
everlasting burning, where he would dwell forever and forever in the
midst of unquenchable flames, in partial payment of that deed of hisen.

Why, when he said them last words about the prisoner, folks looked so
relieved and pleased that their tears almost dried.

And the saloon-keeper, who sot right in front of me, hollered
out--"Amen, amen, so mote it be!"

He wuz a Methodist, he had a right to holler. And folks looked approvin'