of the moon, and it is barely
possible that sinners "catch on" better at that time.
There may be something in the atmosphere, in the dark of the moon, that
makes a camp meeting more enjoyable. Certainly brethren and sisterin'
can mingle as well if not better when there is no glaring moon to molest
and make them afraid, and they can relate their experience as well as
though it was too light.
The prayers of the righteous avail as much in the darkness of the closet
as they do in an exposition building, with an electric light, and as
long as sinners will do many things which they ought not to do, and undo
many, things that they never ought to have done, the dark of the moon is
probably the most healthy.
People don't want to be sunburnt in the night. It seems to us as
though the work of converting could be done as well in a full moon, but
statistics show that such is not the case, and we are willing to give
the camp meeting attendants the benefit of the doubt.
Again, it may be that the moon is to blame. No one would blame the moon,
if it was full, and looked down on an ordinary camp meeting, if it got
sick at the stomach, staggered behind a cloud, turned pale and refused
to come out until the camp meeting was pulled by the police.
ANOTHER VIEW OF THE CASK
A new face has been put on the killing of old Mr. Utley, in Green Lake
county, by his son, since the son has made his statement. At the time
the first news was received we felt inclined to lay it up against young
Mr. Utley, as there is nothing that hurts our feelings worse than to
hear that a boy in the first flush of manhood, when the pin feathers are
just appearing on his upper jaw and when the world is all before him to
conquer and lay at his feet, has deliberately shot six No. 40 calibre
bullets into various places in the person of his venerable father, who
has nurtured him from childhood, stored his mind with useful knowledge,
or perchance played mumblety peg with a shingle across the place where
in later years another father may plant oblong pieces of leather,
because of his habit of leaning his youthful stomach across the gate
whereon swings a gentle maiden belonging to this other father, the while
giving her glucose in regard to a beautiful castle that he will rear
with his own hands on a commanding eminence, surrounded with vines and
roses, into the golden portals of which he will usher her and empty into
her lap the precious treasures of the orie
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