“Jesus, lover of my soul,
Let me to Thy bosom fly.”
THE VOLUNTEER ORGANIST.
With distinct enunciation give the dialect in this piece, and assume the character of a countryman who is telling this story. Guard against being vulgar or too commonplace.
The gret big church wuz crowded full uv broadcloth an’ of silk,
An’ satins rich as cream thet grows on our ol’ brindle’s milk;
Shined boots, biled shirts, stiff dickeys, an’ stove-pipe hats were there,
An’ dudes ’ith trouserloons so tight they couldn’t kneel down in prayer.