, an' de wuds uv de tex' is dis:

"'Burhol', I'll punish um! dey young men shall die by de s'ord, an' dey
sons an' dey daughters by de famine.'

"My bredren, embracin' uv de sistren, I'se ben 'stressed in my min'
'boutn de wickedness I sees er gwine on. Eby night de Lord sen' dar's
dancin' an' loffin' an' fiddlin'; an' efn er man raises 'im er few
chickens an' watermillions, dey ain't safe no longer'n his back's turnt;
an', let erlone dat, dar's quarlin' 'longer one nudder, an' dar's
sassin' uv wite folks an' ole pussuns, an' dar's drinkin' uv whiskey,
an' dar's beatin' uv wives, an' dar's dev'lin' uv husban's, an' dar's
imperrence uv chil'en, an' dar's makin' fun uv 'ligion, an' dar's
singin' uv reel chunes, an' dar's slightin' uv wuck, an' dar's stayin'
fum meetin', an' dar's swearin' an' cussin', an' dar's eby kin' er
wickedness an' dev'lment loose in de land.

"An', my bredren, takin' in de sistren, I've talked ter yer, an' I've
tol' yer uv de goodness an' de long-suff'rin' uv de Lord. I tol' yer
outn his Book, whar he'd lead yer side de waters, an' be a Shepherd ter
yer; an' yer kep' straight on, an' neber paid no 'tenshun; so tudder
night, wile I wuz er layin' in de bed an' er steddin' wat ter preach
'bout, sumpin' kin' er speak in my ear; an' hit sez, 'Brer Dan'l, yer've
tol' 'em 'bout de Lord's leadin' uv 'em, an' now tell 'em 'boutn his
drivin' uv 'em. An', my bredren, includin' uv de sistren, I ain't gwine
ter spare yer feelin's dis day. I'm er stan'in' hyear fur ter 'liver de
message outn de Book, an' dis is de message:

"'Burhol', I'll punish um! dey young men shall die by de s'ord, an' dey
sons an' dey daughters by de famine.'

"Yer all hyear it, don't yer? An' now yer want ter know who sont it. De
Lord! Hit's true he sont it by a po' ole nigger, but den hit's his own
wuds; hit's in his Book. An', fussly, we'll pursidder dis: IS HE ABLE
TER DO IT? Is he able fur ter kill marster's niggers wid de s'ord an' de
famine? My bredren, he is able! Didn' he prize open de whale's mouf, an'
take Jonah right outn him? Didn' he hol' back de lions wen dey wuz er
rampin' an' er tearin' roun' atter Dan'l in de den? Wen de flood come,
an' all de yearth wuz drownded, didn' he paddle de ark till he landed
her on top de mount er rats? Yes, my bredren, embracin' uv de sistren,
an' de same Lord wat done all er dat, he's de man wat's got de s'ords
an' de famines ready fur dem wat feels deyse'f too smart ter 'bey de
teachin's