Sermons by RevSamPJones : as stenographically reported, and delivered in StLouis, Cincinnati, Chicago, Baltimore, Atlanta, Nashville, Waco and other cities : with a history of his life, by Theodore MSmith : with sermons by SamSmall . ^, as the boy camedown the stairway, his father met him at the foot of the stairs,and said, Son, hold on son j I want you to get sober and gowith me, and give your heart to Grod and become religious,like your father has done. And the son said: Get out ofmy way, father, and dont try to stop me. The man stood infront of his son, and said: Son,please stop, you will b
Sermons by RevSamPJones : as stenographically reported, and delivered in StLouis, Cincinnati, Chicago, Baltimore, Atlanta, Nashville, Waco and other cities : with a history of his life, by Theodore MSmith : with sermons by SamSmall . ^, as the boy camedown the stairway, his father met him at the foot of the stairs,and said, Son, hold on son j I want you to get sober and gowith me, and give your heart to Grod and become religious,like your father has done. And the son said: Get out ofmy way, father, and dont try to stop me. The man stood infront of his son, and said: Son,please stop, you will breakmy heart. He looked at his father with a wild glare, andsaid : Father, get out of my way j I tell j^ou not to stopme; I am going down town. The father said: Oh, son,your mother has not slept a wink of late, thinking ofyou, and your father has been praying to God for you. Oh,my son, dont go. The boy looked at him again with awild glare in his eye, and said: Do j^ou know the man whogave me the first drink I ever took? No, escaped fromthe fathers lips. Well, you are the man, sir. You poured. / a7n putting my tracks in yourtracks y Sowing and Heaping. 409 it out and presented it to my lips. And this good brothertold me: ^ If my boy had shot me through the heart with aminnie ball he could not have hurt me like he did. A CORNER-GROCERY TALE. Another father told me he had gone into a grocery storeto get provisions, and in the back room of that store was abar. A gentleman said to him : Wont you go back andtake a glass of lager-beer with me ? And he said: Notthinking—and I had not taken a glass of lager-beer or any-thing else in ten years—I did so ; and when the beer wasdrawn I took it up in my hand and pressed it to my , for the first time, I remembered that my little boy waswith me, and as I pressed the glass to my lips he pulled myfinger and said, Papa, what is that you are drinking? Itook my glass from my lips and said, lager beer, son. Af-ter I had drunk the beer I
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