jubilee. A few nights ago, at such a meeting, not far from the writer's
church, a young woman so mutilated her head while going through a
muscular jubilation, that she had to go to the doctor to have her head
repaired.

Less than a quarter of a mile away was another audience, not one-fourth
as large as the one referred to above, with an educated preacher,
worshiping in the spirit with the propriety and with the gentleness of
the gospel. So unlike was the deportment and so different was the
character of the two audiences that but for their common color one might
have thought that they were composed of two distinct races. The question
may be asked, what makes the difference? They are the same people,
worshiping the same God out of the same Bible. Education and the lack of
it make the difference.

The conduct of audiences like the first here spoken of seems to vary
with the style of the speaker. I once preached to such a congregation.
Their behavior was orderly. During the sermon their responses were a few
amens. Knowing their habit in worship, I was somewhat annoyed with the
thought that I was muzzling their feelings and the sooner I got through
the gladder they would be. That class of people have a way of calling
the minister "Cold water preacher," if he does not preach them into
something like a spell of hallucination. Their composure led me to
believe that I would earn the title. Still I endured, and endeavored to
give the plain truth plainly and earnestly; having a strong feeling that
as I was in authority I must command in the right way. After dismission,
many said to me, "You gave us the pure word and we enjoyed it." "That's
what we need," said another. I was heartily invited to come again. I
find now I am welcome with that people.