Paul Denton

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Paul Denton - busk- to be to stop is last come his un e w bow...
busk- to be to stop is last come his un e w bow il would many man we precty possible! five enviable whisky mint for note. 1 tried a the A Splendid DencrlptloH. On a certain occasion one Paul Denton a Methodist preacher in Texas, advertised a barbecue, with better liquor than is usually furnished. When the people as- semtled a desperado in the crowa cried out: "Mr. Paul Denton, your reverence has lied. You promised not only a barbecue, but better liquor. Where's liquor?" "There!" answered the missionary, tones of thunder, and pointing big long, beny finger at the matchless double spring, gushing up In two strong col- u m n s with a sound like a about from the bosom of the earth. "There!" he repeated, with a look terrible as lightning, while his enemy actually trembled at his feet; "there is the liquor which God the Eternal brews for all his children. children. Not in the simmering still, over smoky fires choked with poisonous poisonous gases, and surrounded with the stench of sickening odors »nd corruption, doth your Father in heaven prepare the precious essence of life--pure cold water. But in the glsde and grassy dell, where the deer wanders and the child lov«s to play, there God brews it; and down, away down in the deepest valleys, where the Fountain murmurs andv the rills sing; and high up on the mountain tops, where the naked granite glitters like ;old in the sun, where the storm clouds arood and the thunder storms crash; and out on the wild, wild sea, where hurricane howls music and the big roar in chorus--sweeping the march ot God--there he brews it--the beverage Jife, health-giving water. And everywhere everywhere it is a thing of beauty, gleaming n the dew drop, singing in the summer rain, shining in the ice gem, till they seem turned to living jewels; spreading a golden veil over the setting sun, white gauze around the midnight moon sporting in the cataract; eleepiag in glaciers; dancing in the bail shower; olding its bright curtains sottly around the wintry world, and weaving the colored Iris, the seraph's zone of the whose warp is the raindrop of the earth, and whose woof is in the sunbeams of heaven, all checkered over with the celestial flowers of the mystic band of refraction--that blessed life-water. No )oison bubbles on its b r i n k ; its rings not madness and murder; no lood stains its liquid glass; pale widows widows and starving children weep not burning tears in its depths! Speak out, my friends; would you exchange It for be demon's drink, alcohol ?" A shout like the roar of a tempest wered, "No!"

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  1. Burlington Weekly Hawk-Eye,
  2. 29 Oct 1874, Thu,
  3. Page 1

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