"An' now, chil'en, efn yer be like Brer Dan'l, an' say yer prars, an'
put yer pen'ence in de Lord, yer needn be er fyeard uv no lions; de
Lord, he'll take cyar uv yer, an' he'll be mighty proud ter do it.

"Now," continued the old man, "we'll close dis meet'n by singin' uv er
hymn, an' den yer kin all go. I'll give de hymn out, so's dar needn't be
no 'scuse 'bout not know'n uv de words, an' so's yer all kin sing."

The children rose to their feet, and Uncle Bob, with great solemnity,
gave out the following hymn, which they all, white and black, sang with
great fervor:

"O bless us, Lord! O bless us, Lord!
O bless us mo' an' mo';
Unless yer'll come an' bless us, Lord,
We will not let yer go.

"My marster, Lord; my marster, Lord--
O Lord, he does his bes',
So when yer savin' sinners, Lord,
Save him wid all de res'.
O bless us, Lord! O bless us, Lord!
An' keep us in yer cyar;
Unless yer'll come an' bless us, Lord,
We're gwine ter hol' yer hyear.

"My missus, Lord; my missus, Lord,
O bless my missus now--
She's tryin' hard ter serve yer, Lord,