A “Forest-Born” Orator — 182
Rev. G. D. ——, of Fayetteville, Ark., one of the genuine “forest-born” orators, preaching not long since on “the glory of the saints,” delivered the following burst of native eloquence, which is too good to be lost:—“Who, my bretherin, can describe the glory of the saints? Why, nothing on earth can liken it. Ef you drill a hole in the sun and put it on your head for a crown, and split the moon, and put it on your shoulders for epaulettes—if you tear down the starry curtain of the skies and wrap it round your body for a robe, and ride to Heaven on the lightning wings of the tempest—this will be as nothing compared to the glory of the saints.”