Rensselaer Gazette, Volume 3, Number 10, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 29 June 1859 — Negro Pulpit Eloquence in New Jersey. [ARTICLE]

Negro Pulpit Eloquence in New Jersey.

It is not many moons ago that the sablesons andTlaughters of Africa, in Philadelphia, were stirred to their darkest depths, by the expected advent of a distinguished As- ' rican pulpit orator, from Pittsburg. On the day appointed for the holding forth, the pul-pit-stage, erected grove, near Camden, between two venerable oaks, was crowded with the heralds of glad tidings, belonging to “de Messodist’Piscopal Church.” Beneath and around it lay a darkness, which, like that of Egypt, might have been “felt,” and I may add, not unlike it, smelt. After the opening prayer by a venerable preacher, upon whose black sconce the white wool lay in patches, like hoar frost, a young athletic negro, with a face shining like polished ebony, and the crisp, short curl of the wool only to be seen in the real Guinia breed, advanced to the pulpit desk. He evidently felt that his fame had gorie'“before him, as he looked over the dusky mass, now hushed to admiring silence at his presence. The sable Chrysostom then announced his text, which came forth sonorous and strong through the ivory gate-way of the whitest teeth that ever opened for the admission of ‘•hog and homony.” “My text my brudderen,” said he, “may be found in the sixth verse of de gospel for de day, ‘Put not your trust in princes.’ ” In a most glowing exordium,he explained the meaning of the word prince, as having reference to “de profane princes of dis world; for,” said he,“dar are but two kinds of great men in de Holy Book dat are mentioned—holy princes and profane princes. In de Last, my brudderen, de world must never put its trust. Why? Because dar ways have become corrupted on de yearth, and dey hab no faith. “Here was Hannibal, one of de greates ginerals and princes dat ever libbed in de tide ob times, and a culled pussen at dat. Why, I’m told he understood tictacs better dan ebber libbed Tore or since. Nuffin could stop dat man. He laffed at de Alps when dey shook dar frownin’ brows at him, and he and his soldiers walked right over ’em as easy as noflin. But nobody couldn’t put any faith iu him; he cheated everybody as soon as he got a chance, and when de indignant Carthagenians got up a muss around his house, he took lodium in his despair. And den whar was all his glory, when de Lord struck him down? O, my brudderen, it was nowhar. il “And dar was Julius Caesar, after whom, I’m sorry to say, so many niggers hab been named, one of de greatest of de earthly profane princes. He, de stamp ob whose foot did make the whole yearth to tremble. Dey thought he was de friend ob de people, yet he wer always dere greatest inimy. He was perfidious, ‘a beast without de heart,’ as one ob de Roman annalers has it. And how did de Lord punish him? Let dat awful groan dat went up from de foot of Pompey's stature answer dal question, when Brutus and Cassus t'id, as de sweet swan of Avon sings, •‘Bathe dar hands in Ctesar’s blood, Up io dar elbows.” “And den cornin’ down to more modern ! times, dere was General Taylor, dat great American prince.dat hero, who waided waist deep in de blood ob de Mexican battle-fields. Why, dey made dis great man of war de President ob dis great nation, and his heart swelled with pride, and like Nebochadnezzar, den he said; ‘ls not dis de great Babylon dat I have builded?’ Now, my brudderen, could de people trust him? Let de disapp’inted applicant for office, to whom he promised ebery ting and gub ’em no ting, answer dat pregnant question. And how did de Lord sarve him? In all his pride ob place, towerin’ like dis here oak dat strech him brawny arms, and spread its leafy top above our heads, dis man, dat Santa Anna couldn’t kill, was killed by de contemptible instrument ob too much cherries and milk-: Dabid killed de great giant Golliah, wid de simple stone from de leathern sling of lily David, and death kill General Taylor by a common belly-ache, from too much eaten'ob cherries and milk.— Philadelphia Press. is a great strife going on between the Douglas and Buchanan factions in lowa, each one trying to control the approaching State Convention, and each threatening to bolt if the other succeeds At Dubuque, the Douglasites have beaten their rivals badly, having elected their dele- . gates. It is very probable, also, that the Douglas Democracy will control the State ' Convention, and have the ordering of things generally so far ns the party is concerned. ifj~A stranger meeting a man in the streets of Boston, a few days since, roughly accosted him with: “Here, I want to go to the Trenton House!” The deliberate reply was: “Well, you can go, if you don’t be gone long!”