re, in quotation marks, were the
words, as if spoken by Mr. Lincoln: "Prohibition is slavery; I will cut
the manacles from your hands." This was a mean trick. To put such lying
words into the mouth of a man whose name the colored people revere nest
to that of the Saviour, is a piece of wickedness that only rum-sellers
could be guilty of. It accomplished their vile purpose, however, in
leading a great many colored people to vote against prohibition.

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A colored preacher who made anti-prohibition speeches, referring to a
statement that their meetings were not opened with prayer, said that he
would make as good a prayer as anybody. Thereupon he slowly prayed: "Oh!
Lord, I pray thee to help Atlanta in her extremity. Oh, do lift her up
and restore her to the proud place she once occupied before these
prohibition fanatics got her by the throat. Oh, Lord Jesus, do thou make
these deluded preachers see the error of their ways. Do help the sweet
inhabitants of this city. [Cries of 'Amen!'] Do restore to them pure
liquor, and not compel them to drink the vile stuff sold as 'nerve
tonic,' 'rice beer' and 'bitters.' [Applause and laughter.] Give us
power to win the fight. [Cries of 'Amen.'] Put to rout the miserable
hypocrites who parade as thy servants under the guise of
Prohibitionists. Oh, do save us and let us win this fight, for Jesus'
sake, amen. [Cheers, and cries of 'Amen.']" What can be expected of a
church with such a man for its pastor, and what can be expected of a
people if left to such leadership?

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Rev. Geo. C. Rowe, of Charleston, S.C., in company with brethren
Snelson, Maxwell, Jordan and Herron, going to attend the Association at
Macon, Ga., by reason of a delayed train were in danger of missing
connection at Jessup, a junction. The authorities telegraphed for the
train to wait. When the little party reached Jessup, they found the
train in waiting, and boarding it entered a first-class coach. We let
Mr. Bowe tell the rest of the story:

"A burly white train-hand came in, and said, in a threatening way:
'The forward car is your car.' We gave him no answer, but kept our
seats. The conductor came through and looked at us, but said
nothing. At the door he asked, roughly, of a colored train hand,
'Why did you let those men go into that car?' They hardly knew how
to act, as we were the only passengers who