Wile de res' uv us is er quaffin'
Uv de streams wich de win's is er waffin'
Right fresh fum de heb'nly sho'."

"But, min', dar's er day is er comin',
Wen yer'll hyear a mighty pow'ful hummin';
Wen dem angels is er blowin' an' er drummin',
In de awful jedgment day."

"Oh, monahs, you may stan' dar er weepin',
Fur de brooms uv de Lord is er sweepin',
An' all de trash dey's er heapin'
Outside er de golden gate."

"So, sinners, yer'd better be er tu'nin',
Er climbin' an' er scramblin' an' er runnin',
Fur ter 'scape dat drefful burnin'
In de awful jedgment day."

And while the hymn was being sung, Uncle Daniel had his wish of "monahs
'pun top er monahs," for the benches and aisles immediately around the
altar were soon crowded with the weeping negroes. Some were crying, some
shouting Glory! some praying aloud, some exhorting the sinners, some
comforting the mourners, some shrieking and screaming, and, above all
the din and confusion, Uncle Daniel could be heard halloing, at the top
of his voice, "Dem s'ords an' dem famines!" After nearly an hour of this
intense excitement, the congregation was dismissed, one of them, at
least, more dead than alive; for "Aunt Ceely," who had long been known
as "er pow'ful sinful ooman," had fallen into a trance, whether real or
assumed must be determined by wiser heads than mine; for it was no