Democratic Sentinel, Volume 7, Number 31, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 31 August 1883 — A Rude Theology. [ARTICLE]

A Rude Theology.

“Sam, you are getting pretty well along in years,” said an Austin lawyer to an aged darkey; “don’t you feel afraid you will die some day ?” “No, boss, I isn’t a bit afraid of death. It’s how to scrub along and get a libbin’ in dis worl’ what’s boderin’ me, heah, heah!” “Don’t you think you will kinder wince when old man Death knocks at the door and says, ‘Come along, Sam, we have got use for you in the othef world?’” “Not a bit, boss, not a bit. PH tell yer about dart. Did you ebber go to der cirkus ?” “Oh, yes!” “Did, hay ? Well, after de show was all ober an’ yer was streamin’ out of de front door of de canvass, didn’t yer nebber feel sober-like, an’ as though yer’d spent yer 50 cents fer nuffin?” “Well, Sam, that about illustrates it.” “Yes. Well, when de icy han’ ob death is laid on yer pulse, dat’s jes’ about how yer will feel. Yer’ll feel as if yer wanted ter go hum an’ see de ole folks an’ de chums what’s gone afore, an’yer’ll jist feel tired an’ out of sorts, an’ all yer’ll want is ter rest, jist rest. Dat’s my theology, boss, an’ I done got through carin’ what de preachers say. ” —Texas Siftings.