{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3202", "width": "2264", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS.\\n7^\\nCliap\\\\_^ Copyright No..\\nH-\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.", "height": "2963", "width": "2058", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2963", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2958", "width": "2063", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2979", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2958", "width": "2063", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2979", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "W. H. MOORK.", "height": "2953", "width": "2084", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "COLLECTION OF JEWELS\\nBY\\nW. H* MOORE\\nJACKSON, TENN.\\nPUBLISHED BY THE AUTHOR\\nJ900\\ni\u00c2\u00bb", "height": "2979", "width": "2090", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "05T\\nl-itifk^: X i i \u00c2\u00ab.Jc re??;s\\n1\\nv/0 Umii, hhiiv^iQ\\nAUG 1 1900\\nCopyright eiviy\\nSECOND COPY.\\nDelivered to\\nORDER DIVISION,\\nAUG 11 1900\\nTO MY DAUGHTKR,\\nMATTIE JOE MOORE,\\nTHIS VOI.UME IS\\nI OVINGI.Y DEDICATED BY\\nTHE AUTHOR.\\nCopyright, 1900, by W. H. Moore.", "height": "2969", "width": "2187", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "INDEX.\\nA Pause\\nA Thought\\nApologetic lyocals\\nArtificial Rose\\nA Drop of Honey\\nApproval\\nAngel in the Flesh\\nA Letter\\nAdoration\\nA Privileged Character\\nA Surrender\\nA Dream\\nA Prayer\\nA Wounded Spirit\\nA Whisper\\nBrother s Experience\\nBack from the Long Ago\\nBother\\nBeware\\nCollision\\nCrisis\\nChase\\nCold Wave\\nChristmas 99\\nConfidence\\nPAGE.\\n175\\n72\\n62\\n39\\n36\\n34\\n24\\n11\\n5\\n154\\n142\\n139\\n137\\n135\\n118\\n166\\n75\\n117\\n115\\n173\\n79\\n42\\n37\\n133\\n128", "height": "2989", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "IV\\nIndex.\\nDefiance\\nDifferent Ideas\\nEvil s Net\\nEternal Life and Death\\nEaster\\nEpitaph\\nEpitaph\\nFaith,\\nFate\\nGolden Chariot\\nGolden Grain\\nHoly Ghost\\nHumboldt vs. Jackson\\nIf\\nIn the Vortex\\nI.ord of All\\nLocal\\nLook Up\\nLamp\\nMammoth Cave\\nModesty\\nMy Guide\\nMy Forte\\nMy Guest\\nMary s Little Lamb\\nName It\\nOut of Place\\nPieface\\nPAGE\\n109\\n134\\n13\\n168\\n166\\n6\\n6\\n39\\n9\\n36\\n121\\n156\\n162\\n171\\n89\\n71\\n52\\n35\\n112\\n68\\n67\\n35\\n143\\n127\\n118\\n137\\n161\\n1", "height": "2969", "width": "2187", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "Index. V\\nPAGE\\nProverbial 147\\nPity .114\\nPresent 55\\nPresentation .55\\nPoor Cuba 26\\nResolve .130\\nSweet Suffering 157\\nSilly 120\\nSoft 122\\nSay Ill\\nSing 73\\nStill in the Ring 56\\nSweet Bird of the Spirit 31\\nThe Fall and Rise of Adam .169\\nThe Sweetest One 170\\nThe Grandest of All Babies .158\\nTruth s Paths 17\\nToo Bitter to Be Bitter 144\\nThe Standard 134\\nTemptation on the Mount 131\\nTriumph 129\\nThe Golden Egg 126\\nTruth 120\\nThe Poor Artist 125\\nThe Prince of Peace .113\\nThe Prayer Ill\\nThat One- Armed Man 91\\nToken .56", "height": "2979", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "vi Index.\\nPAGE\\nUnfaithfulness 7\\nWho Will Be the Queen 29\\nWhen Things Are the Sweetest 41\\nWho Are My Brethren 156\\nWho Is He 15\\nWish 55\\nYes, I See 77\\n16 to 1 84", "height": "2969", "width": "2187", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "PRKFACK.\\nTo improving my talent lately I took,\\nSo I have concluded to write in a book.\\nI started at twelve in the service of God,\\nDetermined to labor while walking the sod.\\nTo watch for His promise is sweeter to me\\nThan all I possess, or all I can see\\nBy varied experience, I am able to tell\\nOf the one I love best, who saves me from hell.\\nIt s been my experience all my life through.\\nThat the words of the Bible are fervently true\\nIf troubles are many, nevertheless,\\nHe is able to comfort in deepest distress.\\nDon t be impatient, but prayerful and true,\\nAnd the good there is in it will come out for you.\\nI know I ve been blessed more than I could pick up\\nFrom the sweetest of pleasure, to the bitterness of cup.\\nMan may be limited as for time as he thinks.\\nBut God at man s folly as often he winks.\\nNets, they are woven, for us as of old,\\nBut the servants of God are fearless and bold.", "height": "2979", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "2 A Collection of Jewels.\\nlyike Gideon, who went out to fight God s battle,\\nThe enemy fled like dumb, driven cattle;\\nIn Gideon s band there was only a few,\\nBut the enemy thought there were a million or two.\\nSo, to be armed by the grace of God,\\nYou will always conquer while walking the sod;\\nYou see God s with us the darkest of night,\\nPerfectly willing our battles to fight.\\nIf you are timid, just give Him your gun,\\nYou will see how nicely the Devil can run;\\nIt s not in numbers God s battles to win.\\nHe wins more battles with fewest of men.\\nIt is His chosen He sends out to fight,\\nAnd He is their Captain and leads them all right;\\nDavid, another of God s most slick,\\nWhenever in trouble gets out of it quick.\\nHis cunning and music caused others to stare,\\nAnd wonder why he could down lion and bear;\\nTwas only the power of God vested in man\\nThat enabled David as none other can.\\nSaul on the throne, but David near by,\\nWhen Israel was caused by the Philistines to cry.\\nDavid a shepherd of his Father s own sheep,\\nWas watching and praying while others were asleep;\\nWent to his brothers in Israel s camp,\\nAnd seeing their countenances so muddy, so damp,", "height": "2974", "width": "2214", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 3\\nAsked of the troubles and why them so blue,\\nKnowing God s promise to carry them through.\\nI^earning of the challenge Goliath had made,\\nWas bound and determined to lay him in shade;\\nWent up to Saul and offered his hand\\nTo cut down the giant, as no other can.\\nSaul was astonished, and wondered what boy\\nHad come out for Goliath to make of a toy\\n0h, says David, Don t at me stare,\\nI have already slain a lion and a bear.\\nAnd all who come to hinder God s plan,\\nI ll kill him, I ll slay him, as no other can.\\nSaul, seeing two giants in the little boy, Dave,\\nHis spear and his armour, most readily gave.\\nFor pity for Saul, David almost wept,\\nSeeing faith in God from him had crept.\\nDavid didn t want for a single thing.\\nBut a few small stones and his little old sling.\\nBut with it could knock out the eye of a mouse.\\nWhile others couldn t hit the side of a house.\\nGoliath came walking leisurely out.\\nSure of putting Old Israel to rout.\\nDavid came running like a boy at school,\\nGoliath thought David very easy to rule;\\nDavid said a few words of challenge as he ran,\\nGoliath could have held him in the hollow of his hand.", "height": "2979", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "4 A Collection of Jewels.\\nHere came the little rock whizzing with force\\nAnd struck Goliath in the skull, centre, of course;\\nDown came the giant with a mighty big crash,\\nFor David, with his little rock, had settled his hash.\\nSaul hopped from the throne as nimble as a flea,\\nShouting, Hallelujah, Israel is free\\nDavid, with the big sword, made him minus head:\\nThe ladies all of Israel wanted David to wed.\\nSaul had done many things, but David had done bet-\\nter,\\nSo it raised jealousy to the very letter\\nThe people of all Israel wanted Dave to bring\\nAnd pour the oil upon his head and make him Israel s\\nking.\\nSaul, he suspicioned it and made him mighty mad.\\nSo the Devil entered into him and treated David bad\\nJealousy and envy, the bane of the world,\\nCauses scrubs to want to fly and keeps prominence\\nin a whirl.", "height": "2974", "width": "2214", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "A COLLECTION OF JEWELS.\\nADORATION.\\nTis happiness, Dear God, sublime,\\nTo weave to Thee Thy sacred rhyme,\\nWhile I pray, and watch and pray,\\nSeeing Thy hand, yes, every day.\\nArm me with patience, faith and hope.\\nThat I might with the evil cope.\\nAnd snatch the veil from off the truth.\\nAnd see it blossom into youth.\\nBy experience of twenty years,\\nI ve cause to throw to the winds my fears.\\nFor Thou art the Way, the Truth the lyife,\\nAnd none can prevail gainst Thee in strife.\\nFor thou art mighty, more than they,\\nCan turn the darkest night in day.\\nAnd when lapsing in deepest shade,\\nTis I, Thou say est, Be not afraid\\nTis Thou who raiseth the fallen up,\\nTis Thou who sweeteneth the bitter cup,\\nTis Thou who plucketh the sting from death.\\nAnd giveth the angels heavenly breath;\\nCould any ask any more of Thee", "height": "2979", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels.\\nThou art perfect Thou suiteth me.\\nAnd when in trouble and distress,\\nFor sweet council I will seek Thy breast\\nFrom the beginning unto the end,\\nGlory be to God Ah men Ah men\\nEPITAPH.\\nThis was my mother,\\nAnd remains so to-day,\\nUp in yon heaven,\\nAnd for me doth pray.\\nShe died in bright happiness.\\nBought with the truth\\nI just can remember,\\nTwas when I was a youth,\\nBut the angelic countenance\\nOn her face so sublime.\\nWill be bright in my memory\\nMy remainder of time.\\nKPITAPH.\\nThis is my father,\\nI knew him full well;\\nUpright and honorable.\\nAs any could dwell.", "height": "2974", "width": "2214", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels.\\nHe had many trials,\\nAnd bore them with grace,\\nAnd the image of Jesus\\nWas oft in his face.\\nHe always was willing\\nTo lend helping hand,\\nTo those of the needy.\\nOf any clime and land.\\nHis death came easy.\\nThe battle had closed.\\nHe has gone to yon heaven,\\nWhere the best of us goes.\\nUNFAITHFULNESS.\\nShe didn t hold out faithful\\nAnd a crown of thorns she wears.\\nAnd I am left so lonely;\\nTis best to live by pairs;\\nI do not censure her at all,\\nTwas best for her, and best for all.\\nCHORUS.\\nIt beats all heathendom\\nWithin the Isles of Greece,\\nHe sold his daughter\\nFor one thirty dollars.\\nAnd slew the Queen of Peace.", "height": "2979", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "8 A Collection of Jewels.\\nHe wishes now to restitute,\\nWill it be all leaves and little fruit\\nMost bitterly tlie murderer rue,\\nHe dosen t know what on earth to do,\\nTo clutch the prize the money hoard;\\nLike Saul who fell upon his sword.\\nCHORUS.\\nAnd now he s using his influence\\nTo bring his allies in,\\nThat they might also restitute.\\nAnd help him cover sin.\\nHe s got to humble at my feet,\\nAnd own that God is God, complete.\\nCHORUS.\\nWe often use the evil one,\\nCaptured from the ship,\\nTo push the magazine along,\\nMid whizzing balls, cozip;\\nThe foe is fleeing out of sight.\\nWe see them one another fight.\\nCHORUS.\\nBut God will use His influence,\\nTo raise another queen,\\nWith garments spotless as the snow,", "height": "2974", "width": "2214", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels,\\nMost beautiful as was ever seen,\\nTo take the place of the one that s gone,\\nAnd wield the scepter on the throne.\\nCHORUS.\\nThe evil might all muster up,\\nTo make his word alloyed,\\nBut we will re-establish it.\\nSo not unto him void;\\nWe ll hold the banner to the last\\nAnd fight till the latest foe is past.\\nCHORUS.\\nFATE.\\nTwas decreed that Fate should part us.\\nThough we loved so long and well;\\nIt was Evil s instigation;\\nOh! what will be their awful hell\\nIt is Evil s earthly mission\\nTo despoil all that s fair.\\nAnd when it sees a rose a-blooming,\\nSows its poison then and there.\\nEvil has an evil motive,\\nAnd follows Good, yes, everywhere.\\nGood is always on the right hand;\\nEvil on the left right there.", "height": "2979", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "10 A Collection of Jewels.\\nAnd when it sees Good s spotless garment,\\nPure and white as the driven snow,\\nThrusts it s bloody hands to grasp it\\nDown to hell with it to go.\\nBut oft it misses the coveted treasure,\\nThen we see it gloomy so,\\nNever looking up to Jesus,\\nOr clinging to the cross; Oh, no!\\nBut the Good is long suffering,\\nKnowing it has another time,\\nAnd defeats the Evil motive;\\nKeeping back the bloody crime.\\nBut the object Good is winning,\\nTo desperation, worried at last,\\nBecomes withered, worn and weary.\\nAnd in the arms of Evil cast.\\nEvil sees the situation.\\nAnd dotes upon his prowess grand,\\nAnd in his evil heart is chuckling:\\nSee I have him (do you call him man?)\\nSee my net is fast around him,\\nI have him where he suiteth me,\\nI am thus and thus, and so sir,\\nA complete monopoly.\\nI will now make restitution;\\nGiving back to him my theft.", "height": "2974", "width": "2214", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 11\\nI know that he is flesh and blood, sir,\\nSeeing he is so bereft.\\nAfter money s restitution.\\nThe Spirit will whisper this to him:\\nWhat caused you to flee from the wrath to come, sir\\nThere s no fruit, but leaves and limb.\\nBut to ease your muddy conscience.\\nAs for theft I ll pardon give;\\nBut the Angels in Heaven whisper:\\nIt isn t good that you have lived.\\nFor your hands are bloody, bloody.\\nThough no blood upon them see;\\nYet your hands are bloody, bloody.\\nFor she bled all inwardly.\\nGod s children s heads are heads of wisdom.\\nThe evil head is no more n a gourd!\\nlyike Saul, who followed after David,\\nFell dead upon his sword.\\nA I.KTTKR.\\nThe sixth month and twenty-fifth day\\nHow are you, sweet girl, to-day\\nMy loneliness of heart no tongue can tell;\\nBut physically, thank God, I am well", "height": "2979", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "12 A Collection of Jewels.\\nI arrived home the following eve,\\nWas sorry indeed had I you to leave;\\nBut the sweet pleasure with you by my side,\\nCaused all sorrow into happiness to hide.\\nThe love I have for you is more precious than gold.\\nIt all through the battle the Angels did hold;\\nIt was God s battle, most any can tell;\\nAnd it will eventually save many from\\nThere are many lessons from it to be learnt.\\nIf we fool with the fire we are sure to get burnt;\\nTwill cause many to laugh and many to weep;\\nFor that which we sow, the same shall we reap.\\nlyCt envy and jealousy go to the winds,\\nAnd take pleasure and happiness as Providence sends;\\nFor good things will come, early or late.\\nTo those of God s children, who are willing to wait;\\nAnd if not God s they will never be mine,\\nIf they be the fairest of all womankind.\\nSo go get your trousseau and don t make a pause.\\nAnd be a sweet wife to the noble cause.\\nAnd those who will say that my choice isn t good,\\nMay go to the place where all sinners should,\\nDon t fool me darling, be good, sweet and kind.\\nAnd be true to the cause of God s holy design.", "height": "2964", "width": "2214", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels, 13\\nI am coming next Wednesday, second to this,\\nAnd will expect a great deal more than a kiss.\\nThose sweet little daisies you pinned on my breast,\\nIn the Book of all Books I ve most tenderly pressed.\\nThe darkest hour is just before day,\\nCome, Sugar, let s marry and drive tears all away.\\nI ll be looking for a letter, ere this is from sight\\nBe sure, little Darling, to William do write.\\nOur wedding, with joy, many hearts will fill\\nAnd the walls of Jerusalem will readily build;\\nI, like Shakespeare, never repeat,\\nBut Mim. K. P. you are awful sweet.\\nYou are my choice just to the letter.\\nThe king of France couldn t do any better;\\nYou know the hand- writing, you ve read it before\\nFrom one who adores you W. H. Moore.\\nKVIIv S NET.\\nKvil weaves his secret net\\nAnd sets his triggers sly.\\nWe know it s lurking in his mind\\nYour money, name, or die.\\nGood seemeth not it to notice,\\nWhile going on his way,\\nKnowing he ll be caught in it\\nSome very lonesome day.", "height": "2979", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "14 A Collection of Jewels.\\nKvil says it in his mind:\\nHe is coming now this way,\\nWhere shall I set my good stout trap,\\nWhere shall I hide and stay,\\nThat I might see him tumble in\\nAnd hear his pitiful cry,\\nSo I can stop the good he is doing.\\nThat makes me often sigh\\nI ll drop a dollar in his way,\\nTo see him pick it up;\\nAnd look around to see if any\\nWas watching the sneaking pup.\\nAh look instead of that\\nHe points it out to me.\\nOh, how mean that I do feel\\nAnd what bright countenance see\\nBut we are legions, we are many.\\nOthers will try him too;\\nFor I have my company,\\nI ll not the effort rue.\\nBut I feel so very mean,\\nI wish it I hadn t have done,\\nDo you reckon he ll know twas for purpose put.\\nOr put there just for fun?\\nI wish that I could keep it hid\\nThe meanness that I ve done;\\nBut oh my conscience hurts me so", "height": "2964", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels, 15\\nI am bound to tell it to one.\\nSo lie tells it to one and then to two,\\nBut wishes the secret words all back,\\nWhen the lash of conscience, the plaited cord,\\nComes crashing down co-whack.\\nGood, wherever it may go,\\nFinds Evil watching sly,\\nThat it might put its bloody hands.\\nAnd the spotless garment dye.\\nYet it cant help loving good\\nAnd trembles at the sight.\\nAs the devil trembled when seeing God,\\nFor he did look so bright.\\nWHO IS HK\\nWhat manner of man is this, is this\\nHe s been tried in every way and place.\\nAnd the Image still is in His face.\\nI ve stole His money and betrayed His trust,\\nAnd He considers it no more than dust.\\nBut oh! to me that withering look!\\nIt follows me in every nook\\nIt bares me sorrowful to the wall.\\nAn undone wretch, I fall, I fall\\nAnd yet he s considered but a man in this.\\nWhat manner of man is this, is this?", "height": "2979", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "16 A Collection of Jewels.\\nWhat manner of man is this, is this\\nHe s been tried in every way and place,\\nAnd the Image still is in His face.\\nI have seen Him at other times\\nWhen they tried to wrench from Him His dimes,\\nAnd when they of it began to boast,\\nThey looked and saw His unseen host;\\nA regiment was in his eyes.\\nHe conquered and he won the prize.\\nAnd they in chagrin did hiss:\\nWhat manner of man is this, is this?\\nWhat manner of man is this, is this?\\nHe *s been tried in every way and place.\\nAnd the Image still is in His face.\\nWe set our nets for Him in church.\\nThat we d stampede and scare Him much;\\nBut He had wisdom more than sense,\\nAnd fully knew all our intents.\\nAnd threw it back to us in white.\\nBut to us it was the darkest night.\\nThen we most readily His hand would kiss;\\nWhat manner of man is this, is this\\nWhat manner of man is this, is this?\\nHe s been tried in every way and place,\\nAnd the Image still is in His face.\\nWe saw His prospects bright as day,\\nWe compassed Him around that we might stay;", "height": "2964", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "A Collection of jewels. 17\\nWe held His business with tight clutch,\\nWe took from Him what He loved much,\\nWe poured our curses upon His head.\\nBecause He wouldn t by us be led,\\nBut He stood it just like Paul in this.\\nWhat manner of man is this, is this\\nWhat manner of man is this, is this\\nHe s been tried in every way and place,\\nAnd the Image still is in His face.\\nHe seems to consider man as naught,\\nHe stands as though by grace He s wrought.\\nWith bitterness we all together rue,\\nRemuneration in our hearts burns through.\\nAs we have tears we will shed them now,\\nBy whom He is taught He shows us how,\\nWe will yield him up all this, all this.\\nFor we know what manner of man is this.\\nTRUTH S PATHS.\\nIt s been my silly custom,\\nAll my days of youth,\\nTo battle for the Master,\\nAnd His noble truth.\\nCHORUS.\\nThe battle oft is heavy,\\nIt almost makes me fall,\\nBut I ll get beside my Savior,\\nAfter all.", "height": "2979", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "18 A Collection of Jewels.\\nWhen I attempt to do some good,\\nOld Evil finds it out,\\nAnd musters all his army up.\\nThat he might cut me out.\\nCHORUS.\\nThe dear, sweet words of the living God.\\nThe devil tries to hem,\\nAnd checks it in it s noble course,\\nOn its return to him.\\nCHORUS.\\nThe evil that I try to dodge.\\nCauses me to dodge the good,\\nAnd cannot do right at that time,\\nWhat others think I should.\\nCHORUS.\\nThe devil thinks he s mighty smart,\\nAnd we objects of pity.\\nBut to explode an ounce of truth,\\nWould overturn a city.\\nCHORUS.\\nA man of God is out of sight,\\nTo those who work the triggers,\\nlyike Cain whose younger bro1 her slew,\\nTurned out naught but negroes.\\nCHORUS.", "height": "2964", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 19\\nThe nets are woven round us\\nVery thick and fast,\\nBut God will not allow it\\nThe evil one to last.\\nCHORUS.\\nWhen Noah was constructing\\nThe ark God told to build,\\nThe unbelief kept howling,\\nHe could not keep them still.\\nCHORUS.\\nWhen Abraham went out to God,\\nA sacrifice to make,\\nA ram of finest quality.\\nGot caught up in the wake.\\nCHORUS.\\nThey put Joseph in the pit\\nTo keep superior down.\\nBut he, came lord of many things,\\nAnd owned the world around.\\nCHORUS.\\nWhen Pharaoh was determined\\nTo put God s light all out,\\nHe didn t know he was feeding\\nThe baby Moses, stout.\\nCHORUS.", "height": "2979", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "20 A Collection of Jewels.\\nThere was big, fat, Goliatli,\\nWhom Israel all did fear,\\nBut the rock that left little David s hand\\nDid cause them all to cheer.\\nCHORUS.\\nKlijah was a holy man,\\nAnd talked direct from God,\\nAnd told the rest what they should do,\\nWho fought and tilled the sod.\\nCHORUS.\\nKlijah he anointed Saul\\nTo become Israel s king.\\nThe people were then all well pleased.\\nAnd the sweetest songs did sing.\\nCHORUS.\\nSaul was the people s choice right then.\\nAs though there was no other\\nWho would fight for the noble cause of God,\\nRegardless of his brother,\\nCHORUS.\\nGod s choice was a babe, right then\\nKeeping Papa s sheep.\\nWas getting foolish like we are.\\nWhile smarter ones were sleep.\\nCHORUS.", "height": "2964", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 21\\nSaul, he was a coward,\\nAnd didn t regard the truth,\\nAnd didn t know the power of God\\nWas vested in a youth.\\nCHORUS.\\nSaul, he was a king, indeed,\\nFor the money that was in it,\\nAnd David was the truth itself,\\nAnd was most sure to win it.\\nCHORUS.\\nGoliath, he came dail}^ out\\nTo torment Israel s sheep.\\nAnd frightened Saul so terribly\\nHis manhood from did creep.\\nCHORUS.\\nDavid, he was not aware\\nOf his brother s situation.\\nUntil he reached Old Israel s camp,\\nA faithless generation.\\nCHORUS.\\nAstonished was the man of God,\\nThough he was but a youth.\\nYet well he knew the world was made\\nWith nothing but the truth.\\nCHORUS.", "height": "2979", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "22 A Collection of Jewels,\\nHe knew the truth always prevailed,\\nAnd around him good things bring;\\nSo all he wanted was one smooth rock,\\nAnd his little old leather sling.\\nCHORUS.\\nSaul, he at last consented\\nFor Dave to try his luck,\\nSo the rock came whizzing in the air,\\nAnd in his forehead struck.\\nCHORUS.\\nThe giant, he came tumbling\\nlyike a big forest tree,\\nAnd it was sounded all around.\\nThat Israel now is free.\\nCHORUS.\\nThe praise of Dave was sung around\\nBy the ladies far and wide.\\nAnd Saul he was delighted.\\nBut could not envy hide.\\nCHORUS.\\nSaul, seeing that the kingdom\\nFrom him was sliding back,\\nThough David he kept dodging,\\nKing Saul was on his track.\\nCHORUS.", "height": "2964", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 23\\nThough there was young Jonathan,\\nThe son of Saul, the king,\\nWho loved little David very much,\\nAnd the best of news did bring.\\nCHORUS.\\nAnd Saul, he had a daughter.\\nWhom David did admire.\\nBut when things turned, just like they did.\\nHe would not keep for hire.\\nCHORUS.\\nDavid was anointed king,\\nMany days before,\\nBut God in his good time allowed,\\nThat Saul should rule some more.\\nCHORUS.\\nWe often view the outer world,\\nWhile standing on the stage,\\nSo we know well the crime of Saul,\\nThat rubbed him off the page.\\nCHORUS.\\nBut David, we are not through with him.\\nComes to us like a thud;\\nThe Temple was not built by him,\\nHis hands were stained with blood,\\nCHORUS.", "height": "2979", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "24 A Collection of Jewels.\\nBut one thing we do know of him,\\nAnd of him we may sing,\\nHe followed strictly after truth,\\nAnd became Israel s king.\\nCHORUS.\\nANGEL IN THE FLESH.\\nSurely we can plainly see.\\nAn angel in the flesh we cannot be;\\nNo doubt he thought unto the host,\\nNot of works lest ye should boast.\\nThough we get all premium tags,\\nOur righteousness are as filthy rags.\\nAnd when we think that we are much,\\nWe are falling into evil s clutch;\\nAnd when we feel our best is done,\\nThe Savior s work is just begun.\\nWhen we are lapsing in deepest shade,\\nTis I, He sayest, be not afraid.\\nA wretched sinner cannot brook\\nOne moment on His face to look.\\nYet He sees him in the dark,\\nHow could he live without that spark\\nThough we see this in past life,\\nRebellious still, and in the strife.", "height": "2964", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 25\\nSo while walking on the sod,\\nThe carnal mind is enmity to God,\\nTo do our duty as we should,-\\nNo, not one of us are good;\\nSo old evil in us bred,\\nTis Christ the good doth do instead.\\nSo oft the evil will we do,\\nTis perfectly natural for us to,\\nSo we to be saved from sin\\nWe certainly must be born again\\nSo from sin to be relent,\\nWe certainly must of it repent.\\nThe essence of the Scripture makes us wise,\\nIf you ll repent you ll be baptized,\\nAs John said unto the host,\\nHe ll baptise you with the Holy Ghost.\\nThe Holy Ghost is what He gives\\nA wretched sinner and he lives.\\nThough if you think with God not versed,\\nTis best that you should be immersed.\\nThe mind, we think, is the soul of man,\\nSo let s cleanse it if we can.\\nThe mind s by which that we can tell,\\nWhether in heaven or in hell.\\nIf we were in heaven and didn t know it.\\nThe harp the angels needn t blow it.\\nOr even from its rack take down,", "height": "2979", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "26 A Collection of Jewels,\\nIts music would be no more n a sound.\\nThe mind is this, when we are sane,\\nCo-operation- of the heart and brain.\\nPOOR CUBA.\\nWhat other nation,\\nBut evil-hearted Spain,\\nWould give poor Cuba\\nSuch an awful lot of pain\\nSpain starved Cuba,\\nWith her taxes high;\\nCuba ate the crust\\nAnd Spain ate the pie.\\nSpain was a beauty\\nIn her own conceit,\\nAnd sucked the blood of Cuba\\nIvike a hungry ferret.\\nUntil Justice came.\\nLike it always will,\\nTo free poor Cuba,\\nAnd the Spaniards kill.\\nProvidence sent\\nFrom America the Maine,\\nTo sail into the port\\nOf evil-hearted Spain.", "height": "2964", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 27\\nUncle Sam, on friendship,\\nWas only then intent;\\nWith such thoughts into his mind.\\nThe pretty ship he sent.\\nThe ship lying in the water,\\nResting for the night,\\nWasn t expecting evil;\\nThought twas doing right.\\nSpain s envy was arrows,\\nlyike a muddy conscience will.\\nAnd touched the button in the night,\\nWhen all around was still.\\nUnexpected souls were they.\\nTwo-sixty, yes, and three.\\nWithout a moment s warning,\\nLaunched in eternity.\\nThere were fathers, brothers, cousins,\\nAnd sweethearts not a few.\\nWho could have stood it\\nNeither I nor you\\nAmerica could but cry out.\\nVengeance far and wide;\\nPity, yet, oh duty!\\nUncle Sam, he wept and sighed.\\nIt was a scheme of Providence:\\nMy word sha nt be alloyed;", "height": "2979", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "28 A Collection of Jewels.\\nOthers heard him say it,\\nNot unto me void.\\nAs David downed Goliath,\\nWhom Israel did decry,\\nAmerica, she was called on,\\nTo don the truth or die.\\nThe truth is old indeed it is,\\nBut still it s but a youth;\\nWe learn a lesson from this thing:\\nDon t try to hem the truth.\\nWe often hear it sang around:\\nWhat did Dewey do?\\nIt was the power of the living God,\\nNeither he or you.\\nWe often sing of heroes much,\\nAnd of Sampson s bone.\\nBut just a word from our God,\\nWill bring back truth his own.\\nIvong suffering God, indeed he is,\\nAnd we always in sin.\\nBut when his wrath is kindled,\\nHe ll pray up in the end.", "height": "2964", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 29\\nWHO WII.Iv BE THE QUEEN?\\nWhere e er you are,\\nI do not know;\\nStill I am true,\\nWhere e er you go.\\nI ve often stood\\nWhile walking the sod,\\nAnd saw salvation\\nOf the living God.\\nMy heart with joy\\nHas oft been filled,\\nWhile watching\\nThe walls of Jerusalem build.\\nJust go if you wish.\\nAnd leave your own;\\nTis yours, not mine.\\nThe broken bone.\\nA bruised reed,\\nHe will not break.\\nThough all I ve got\\nBe now at stake.\\nTruth s banner\\nI ll always wave,\\nI ll put it down,\\nWhen in the grave.", "height": "2979", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "30 A Collection of Jewels.\\nThere is more honor\\nIn doing God s will,\\nThan many heroes,\\nGraves to fill.\\nAmbition, yes,\\nI claim it s mine,\\nAs much as any\\nOf mortal kind.\\nThe best of men\\nAre oft o erlooked,\\nAnd the shoddiest things\\nAre often took.\\nThe best of cooks\\nAre made to cry,\\nWhen too many fingers\\nAre in the pie.\\nThe enemy will flee\\nlyike a herd of cattle,\\nWhen the Queen appears\\nOn the field of battle.\\nAt vacancy\\nWe often stare.\\nWhile wondering who\\nOur enemies are.\\nYou not a fairy,\\nNor I an elf.", "height": "2964", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 31\\nOur greatest enemy:\\nSelf to self.\\nI am trying to do right\\nAll the while,\\nYet oft begrudged\\nA single smile.\\nTo offend others\\nCauses me a frown,\\nBut Ignorance is bliss.\\nWhen Wisdom is down.\\nDoes every effort\\nI try to make\\nPut out the fire\\nOr spoil the cake\\nI do hope, e er we die.\\nThere will be more time\\nFor us to try.\\nSWEET BIRD OF THE SPIRIT.\\nSweet bird of the spirit.\\nSpry as a youth;\\nTranscendently wonderful,\\nGrace of the truth.\\nOft I have watched it,\\nWhile on its way.", "height": "2979", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "32 A Collection of Jewels.\\nGoing through darkness,\\nAnd brightest of day.\\nWhat is that by it,\\nSo cute and so sweet\\nIt must be the Savior,\\nA lamp for his feet.\\nNow going through darkness,\\nWith gulfs on each side;\\nThe road, it is narrow;\\nBut the world, it is wide.\\nNow trusting to self,\\nHe sends of the light,\\nTrusting he ll make it\\nFrom there on all right.\\nNow wretchedly lonely.\\nThe darkness is felt,\\nThe rocks from around\\nAnd above him do pelt.\\nCries, where are you, Savior?\\nI thought I was good,\\nI would not have been here,\\nHad I kept you as I should.\\nHe drops on his knees.\\nAnd humbly gives up.\\nPerfectly willing\\nTo drink down the cup.", "height": "2964", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 33\\nThe Savior is peeping,\\nBeen watching all day,\\nPerfectly willing\\nTo lead him the way.\\nHe takes up His harp\\nAnd thumbs on the string,\\nAnd the sweetest of music\\nFrom it s recesses brings.\\nIt s echoes are ringing,\\nFrom near and from far,\\nHe looks up to heaven\\nHis beckoning star.\\nHis courage is strengthened,\\nHe takes on new life,\\nWith his eye on the promise,\\nForgetting the strife.\\nWhere is that music.\\nSo sweet to my ear,\\nThough somewhat in darkness,\\nI am able to hear\\nThe white banners waving,\\nDazzling the sun;\\nThe angels are singing,\\nThe victory is won.\\nThe Master is whispering:\\nTell him it s time,", "height": "2979", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "34 A Collection of Jeivels.\\nTo get all he wishes\\nOn earth for a dime.\\nIs it presumption\\nTo take it as such,\\nAs sent from the Master,\\nWho loveth so much\\nAPPROVAL.\\nIt did give me pleasure weighty,\\nWhen I read the Poem bun,\\nThat was written by Mrs. Hobson,\\nAnd published in the Sun.\\nYes, my brothers, we should stand.\\nAs though we were only one;\\nLife is real, life is earnest,\\nWe don t battle as for fun.\\nWe should cease to judge each other.\\nBy material things in view;\\nFor we know not other s mission,\\nOr what they are called to do.\\nOft, when trying to dodge the evil.\\nWe often dodge the good,\\nAnd cannot do right at that time,\\nWhat others think we should.", "height": "2964", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 35\\nI.OOK UP.\\nWhen we are despondent growing,\\nWe should think what the Savior said:\\nThink not of things of the morrow,\\nI will give you daily bread.\\nI am the one whom you should look to,\\nI am the one in whom to trust,\\nFor my word shall stand the ages.\\nWhen all else is in the dust.\\nI was, when there was nothing,\\nI am, when here is much,\\nI am able to deliver.\\nWhen you are falling in evil s clutch.\\nWhen it seems there is no way for you,\\nAnd compelled to drink the cup,\\nFight the battle bravely onward,\\nNe er look backward; forward, up\\nThere is nothing sweeter than your conscience,\\nWhen your duty you have done;\\nYou shall reap the golden harvest,\\nThough you toil through rain and sun.\\nMY GUIDK.\\nGuide me. Savior, guide me,\\nAnd where er Thou wilPst I ll go;\\nFor Christians do not tarry,\\nIn things beneath the loe.", "height": "2979", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "36 A Collection of Jewels.\\nGuide me, Savior, guide me,\\nAnd where er my lot be cast,\\nI ll suffer all for Jesus,\\nAnd reign with him at last.\\nWhile climbing the mountain,\\nOr riding on the lea,\\nThat voice still whispers,\\nI am leading thee.\\nOh! were it to lead me\\nTo defeat.\\nThat chastening hand\\nWould still be sweet\\nA DROP OF HONKY.\\nReligion never drinks a drop,\\nFrom pleasure s sweetened cup:\\nBut to fill it to the brim.\\nIt drops the honey from on high\\nI^ike pearls from some diadem.\\nGOI.DKN CHARIOT.\\nOh! for religion\\nReligion without fear,\\nThat will remain with us,\\nAll through the year.", "height": "2964", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 31\\nThe religion, the religion,\\nSweet Jesus doth give,\\nIs with us while dying,\\nTis with us to live.\\nReligion, religion\\nReligion is love\\nThe bright, golden chariot.\\nTo carry us above.\\nAnd with His sweet grace,\\nWe will bring it to bear,\\nAnd oh, what realities.\\nWe ll see while there\\nThe darkest hour\\nIs just before day;\\nThen the dear angels\\nTo us v/ill say\\nYou ve been in the warfare,\\nYour honor to win,\\nYou may see your dear Savior\\nCome in, come in\\nCOI.D WAVE.\\nDear God, with whom I would love to dwell.\\nShall trouble overcome this heart of mine\\nAnd send my soul to hell\\nOf wife and children bereft.\\nAt this dark, lonesome home I m left.", "height": "2979", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "38 A Collection of Jewels.\\nI am gloomy now as gloom can be;\\nFor trouble is a gloomy sea.\\nI ll stand the storm and with Thy grace\\nWhen all is done, I ll see Thy face.\\nTis reconciling, Lord, to know\\nThat trouble makes the Christian grow;\\nTis reconciling, Lord, to see\\nThere is nothing bad but worse could be.\\nThese words are better than those above;\\nThe Savior chasteneth those he loves.\\nThough it seems that I m doomed to a darker fate,\\nThe clouds have been hanging oh, so late\\nDark is my doom, and darker still\\nI, mortality of ill.\\nThe clouds are thick ning, the winds reband.\\nIn deep suspense as now I stand.\\nWhat will the doom of this mortal be\\nIt seems to reach from sea to sea.\\nThere is no light upon my soul.\\nIt seems to reach from pole to pole.\\nBut with Thy grace I will calmly wait\\nTill crisis be sent from Heaven s gate.\\nAnd if I m doomed to a better day,\\nI ll praise the Lord who led the way;\\nAnd if my doom the reverse shall be,\\nI ll still be wedded, Lord, to Thee.", "height": "2964", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 39\\nARTIFICIAI. ROSE.\\nA rose without perfume,\\nA bird without a mate;\\nA Batchelor forlorn\\nA man that s waited late.\\nThis to make the other rhyme,\\nA matter of God s own precious time.\\nFor a crumb of bread\\nHe multiplied:\\nAmong five thousand\\nDid divide.\\nFAITH.\\nI dare not trust the sweetest frame.\\nBut lean upon my Savior s name,\\nHis blood is all this v/orld to me,\\nIt cleanseth my soul and sets me free.\\nSo when I know I ve done my best,\\nHe is more than apt to do the rest.\\nAnd when the effort, it is made,\\nHis wrathful hand as oft is staid.\\nI ve known my lyord for many years,\\nI ll give to the winds my doubts and fears.\\nAnd quit being to myself so rude.\\nTo intrude upon His indulgence.", "height": "2979", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "40 A Collection of Jezvels.\\nAnd go like a man to the field of battle,\\nThe enemy will flee like a herd of cattle,\\nI ll pick up what I know is mine,\\nRegardless of the wrath of mortal kind.\\nThe vibrating opinions oft of men,\\nMay be right, and might a sin;\\nWith poetic pencil now in hand,\\nI ll try to tell you where I stand.\\nI ife is real Bot for fun,\\nThere was self-preservation when the world begun\\nMany have missed it against their will,\\nSo oft its best we should stand still.\\nTo go headlong in things of its kind,\\nWill overbalance the shrewdest mind;\\nSo life is real not for fun.\\nWe should always keep an eye on the gun.\\nMen have been allured by the brightest of smiles,\\nInto the meshes of the darkest of wilds;\\nWe learn it by experience of other times,\\nAs a collection of knowledge makest rh5^mes.\\nTwas a silent battle, not a gun was fired.\\nThough we fought as by the government hired.\\nIt was by the government of one s self,\\nAs self-preservation is the law of health.\\nGod, our captain and our guide,\\nFrom the poisoned arrows by him to hide;", "height": "2964", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 41\\nIt was God s battle, he designed it so,\\nHis soldiers will charge when he says go.\\nOft says, Caution, be on your guard\\nDon t speak a word, be it ever so hard.\\nNot the least advancement, not even a move,\\nThe enemy is lurking in ever}^ grove.\\nMind me, He whispers, while on the sod.\\nAnd stand and see the salvation of God.\\nI ll stand under the shade of this wonderful Tree,\\nHe fights my battles and wins them for me.\\nWHEN THINGS ARE THE SWEETEST.\\nThe sweetest song that was ever sung.\\nWas when mortal s heart was wrung;\\nThe sweetest cup that was ever drank,\\nWas while laying thirsting on the bank;\\nThe sweetest comfort that was ever had.\\nWhen a broken heart, sad, so sad\\nFate will come early or l^te,\\nBut how it makes us appreciate.\\nIts but to separate the gold from dross,\\nAnd make us cling to the cross, the cross.\\nThere is no place better for us to hide,\\nThan behind the cross by His bleeding side.", "height": "2979", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "42 A Collection of Jewels.\\nIn his good pleasure he trims the vine,\\nThat it bear more fruit of its kind;\\nSo when together it will pay,\\nFor He is coming some sweet day.\\nSo take things just like they come,\\nThough there be in it no music s hum,\\nHe takes notice of the sparrow s fall,\\nAnd will squeeze honey out of gall.\\nWe should listen while the angels sing,\\nThere is pleasure and happiness in everything.\\nSo when our enemies treat us wrong.\\nThey find we ve made of it a song.\\nAnd they their theft and murder will rue,\\nAnd turn around and love Him too.\\nNow isn t it better to treat them so.\\nThan to evil with them to go\\nSo in the tw^o-edged sword we ll trust,\\nAnd trample the enemy in the dust,\\nAs twas said of them of old.\\nUpon their heads the burning coal.\\nCHASK.\\n1.\\nThe date of this letter is ninety-eight,\\nI ll send it to my bonnie Fate.", "height": "2964", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 43\\nFate says, impossible to be,\\nBut in latter days we all will see,\\nFor God s children, though called a fool.\\nAll things against he ll overrule.\\n2.\\nAnd around us he will good things bring,\\nWhy, we are sons of the King of kings.\\nThe King says not unequally yoked.\\nThe thought of this does make me choke.\\nGo to church your soul to enhance.\\nAnd don t go trotting off to a dance.\\n3.\\nBut you are young to make it rhyme.\\nPerhaps its just to pass off time.\\nYou could be an angle most complete,\\nBut without all this you are mighty sweet;\\nThe bitterness of soul no tongue can tell\\nWere I yoked to an infidel.\\n4.\\nTwould cause me to be a big untruth,\\nTo break my sacred oath of youth.\\nFor in early days I ve often said,\\nI d never to a sinner wed;\\nBut listen to me what I say,\\nI am a sinner both night and day.", "height": "2979", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "44 A Collection of Jewels,\\n5.\\nI am the kind that evil chase,\\nA sinner still, but saved by grace,\\nAnd always will continue to be\\nTill God does take this life from me.\\nI think of the plan of God more n twice,\\nI believe on the I ord Jesus Christ.\\n6.\\nOthers may profess holiness at will,\\nBut God knows they are sinners still.\\nLet s leave off judging one another,\\nFor fear ourselves will get a smother;\\nAs God himself is the one to sa}^.\\nHe teaches us to always pray.\\n7.\\nI saw you at mid-summer fair.\\nAnd some of the rest my girls were there;\\nI could not speak if I was dying.\\nWhen some of the other girls were crying;\\nI was deep in thought, God knows why\\nWhile I was thinking all passed by.\\n8.\\nI was certainly at a lonely school,\\nNo one present but I, a fool;\\nTwas bitter then, not very sunny,", "height": "2964", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 45\\nBut now it is a little funny;\\nI was sorry, indeed, to miss my dear,\\nAnd went home very much out of gear.\\n9.\\nBut what kept me in such a fuzz,\\nI didn t know where my best girl was.\\nBut kept scratching my head and thinking\\nAnd my bug eyes kept such a blinking,\\nI didn t know where on earth to go,\\nTill I found myself in Cooper s show.\\n10.\\nAnd seeing the awful paw,\\nI thought of my promise to Omaha,\\nWatch from pocket to make it rhyme,\\nI was just two hours behind the time;\\nSadness around my heart did weave,\\nAs no other chance till to-morrow eve.\\n11.\\nMy eagerness no tongue can tell,\\nTo reach the train on the N. C. I/.\\nToo late, rang louder than the horns of\\nWhen I reached the N. C. ly.\\nHe said to me, you ve the to pay,\\nFor saying you were going on yesterday.", "height": "2979", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "46 A Collectio7t of Jewels.\\n12.\\nAnd for delinqueiice told me to go\\nAnd take the train on the M. O.\\nOne more night in to spend,\\nI got rowdyer than any men\\nI took on a double portion of booze,\\nAnd went to the ball by threes and twos.\\n13.\\nI used a great deal of popular slang.\\nWhile with the crowd of ourangoutang.\\nTo save a few pennies and cents,\\nInstead of the gate, got over the fence,\\nAnd to be paid for folly dire,\\nI got hung up on the wire.\\n14.\\nWhile I was particular with my pants,\\nThe boys went flying to the dance.\\nBut if I am a little lame,\\nI got to the party all the same;\\nAny could tell it without any words,\\nWe were a gang of beautiful birds.\\n15.\\nEverything was in a prance\\nYou ought to have seen those monkeys dance;\\nBut the funniest thing of it all.", "height": "2964", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 47\\nWas to see the beauties after the ball\\nSome were as still as a cypress log,\\nAnd to look around would tickle a hog.\\n16.\\nI sat up with the boys till very late,\\nAnd met the train at the hour of eight;\\nOn my way by the train I was borne,\\nNo one knowing where I was gone;\\nI can t describe all things I saw,\\nWhile on my way to Omaha.\\n17.\\nOne thing in my heart not few,\\nI expected to see my bonnie true.\\nThings of exhibit too numerous to mention,\\nBut nothing of Bonnie, my heart s detention.\\nSeven days in Omaha I staid\\nTo see my Bonnie, how I prayed.\\n18.\\nBut her sweet face, to me so fair,\\nWas somewhere else, but not up there.\\nSadness around my heart did burn\\nAll the way on my return\\nWe ll learn by experience, ere we die,\\nThe water isn t missed till the well is dry.", "height": "2979", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "48 A Collection of Jewels.\\n19.\\nOn my return on train or boat,\\nNothing to me of any note.\\nI returned home to dodge the storm\\nTook my departure to the farm.\\nOne more trip to myself I gave\\nI wanted to see the Mammoth Cave.\\n20.\\nAnd, as my girl was up there at school,\\nI tried again, like another fool.\\nI inquired of her by the wrong one.\\nTherefore the trouble again begun\\nKnvy and jealousy, the bane of world\\nEnough to part us, little girl.\\n21.\\nYou think I am stubborn, but its not so\\nTo the end of the world for you I d go.\\nYour thoughts of me are just the same\\nDeep in your heart you revere my name.\\nTo pass off time, and on duty bent,\\nTo the Mammoth Cave next day we went.\\n22,\\nThe Cave wasn t all I expected to see\\nMy Bonnie, my lassie expected would be\\nBut disappointment, if allowed,", "height": "2964", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 49\\nUpon us all will pin the shroud\\nBut God s children are not of that stuff,\\nThough bother and trouble they have enough.\\n23.\\nAnd those who follow, through sun and mesh,\\nWill often suffer in the flesh,\\nBut to know God s will complete,\\nThe bitterest cup, by grace, is sweet\\nSo the candle of life kept burning\\nAll the way, while we returning.\\n24.\\nWe stopped off in the town you were in,\\nAnd to see one another, we both begin.\\nI went Sunday to the usual place,\\nThinking I d meet up with your grace.\\nBut finding out later where you attended.\\nMy way, that night, to the place, I wended.\\n25.\\nIt was a complete lover s chase,\\nSeeing you had gone to the other place.\\nWe went Monday, where you used to stay\\nShe said: We expected you on yesterday\\nShe said, when I went to take my leave,\\nCan t you come again to-morrow eve?", "height": "2979", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "50 A Collectio7i of Jewels.\\n26.\\nSays I to her: My time is short,\\nAnd business is pressing of another sort,\\nI ll I have to go so help me heaven,\\nTo-morrow morn at the hour of seven,\\nTo be in time at the lion s den,\\nWorse than that among thirsty men.\\n27.\\nSo we returned home the very next day\\nThere was nothing of importance on the way.\\nWhen I got home my mind was clear\\nTo straighten my business, to me so dear.\\nMy friends thought twas doing me right.\\nTo hold me in the darkest night.\\n28.\\nSo I, like the martyrs of old in stocks,\\nThey kept my business on padlocks\\nSo I, like David when from Jerusalem, fled\\nTo the Hardeman farm to rest my head\\nYet I had a plenty of sense\\nDidn t want to give or take offense.\\n29.\\nBut had I known that heaven in view,\\nI would have searched the cars through and through.\\nBut so eager for solitude,", "height": "2964", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 51\\nI didn t intend to be so rude\\nI wasn t expecting anything sweet,\\nI thought I was in the proffered seat.\\n30.\\nI missed it all to the very letter,\\nFor a solid week I knew no better\\nYet, thought there was something strange,\\nThings seemed a little mis-arranged.\\nI heard it in the sermon Sunday,\\nAnd read it in the papers Monday.\\n31.\\nTwas plainer to me than if twas said,\\nAnother opportune had fled.\\nI was sorry that I had offended.\\nSo to my home straight way I wended.\\nShe might have been on the selfsame train,\\nAnd the opportunity missed again.\\n32.\\nMan may be, to make it rhyme,\\nBut God is not limited in His time\\nTo business I am compelled to attend,\\nAnd to Whiteville oft my way I ll wend.\\nIt is God s will for us I ver.\\nIts heaven on earth to speak to her.", "height": "2979", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "52 A Collection of Jewels.\\n33.\\nThis is as good as was ever sent\\nToo mucli in haste, life time repent.\\nA life of repentance, and to always pray,\\nPerhaps I ll see her another day.\\nSome people are given to superstition,\\nBut they know nothing of the Holy Mission.\\n34.\\nHow can I know everything,\\nWhen not expecting the sweet thing\\nTo attend to business, and make it pay\\nI ll go to Whiteville on Saturday\\nSugar won t let me write in prose.\\nDon t quarrel at me, Sugar, here it goes\\nIvOCAL,\\nAs I, your humble servant.\\nHaven t much else to do,\\nI ll Write up as a local,\\nThe city, through, and through.\\nWe have some boys in our town.\\nMore than you can stack\\nThey hold the west end part of town,\\nWhile I go drive a tack.", "height": "2964", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 53\\nI often wish to sell out\\nMy interest in the boys,\\nBut then, to think without them,\\nWhat would I do for toys\\nIt s true, you ll seldom find them,\\nIn bottom or on the ridge,\\nBut in the brightest moonshine\\nYou ll find them on the bridge.\\nWe are as prompt as any boys.\\nAnd to our jobs will stick\\nThere is one job we are sure of,\\nAnd that is pressing brick.\\nI often wish for Barnum,\\nThat he might come along,\\nI d sell the choicest of the boys\\nTo sing a comic song.\\nBut then, to think about it.\\nThat they would not perform,\\nThe job I d get to go with them\\nWould beat things on the farm.\\nBut, while living in this world.\\nWith such things we ll have to cope.\\nWhat would we do can any tell,\\nHad we less than hope\\nOur town is building rapidly.\\nWhich all of us do know,", "height": "2979", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "54 A Collection of Jewels.\\nFor just to look around us,\\nAnd hear the hammers go.\\nYour humble servant s been to towns\\nWhere the water comes by jerks,\\nEnough it is to convince us\\nWe have the best of works.\\nAnd where it doesn t come by jerks,\\nBe it e er so smooth and sturdy,\\nWe often find the taste is bad,\\nAnd almost always muddy.\\nSo our water is the best,\\nIn any good old town.\\nIts pumped by steam of the best of wells,\\nDeep, deep within the ground.\\nAnd then to turn attention,\\nTo our City Schools,\\nAnd notice its strict curriculum,\\nAll positive under rule.\\nAnd factories, they are many.\\nTo give the people work,\\nAnd just to think of our boys.\\nDo they their duty shirk\\nIt gives our hearts much pleasure,\\nThere are more industries coming,\\nWe soon will hear it all around,\\nl^he cotton mill a-humming.", "height": "2964", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 55\\nIt certainly is a pretty sight\\nTo to see our street cars running,\\nIt beats the donkeys out of sight\\nIt s business, we are not funning.\\nIf this escapes the critics\\nExpected bitter grin,\\nPerhaps I ll write another,\\nYour paper to put in.\\nPRESENTATION.\\nMy best girl and her Christian graces,\\nIs superior to others as this to dressing cases\\nTo her sweetness none is peer.\\nExcept this present for Christmas, Dear\\nWISH.\\nLightness of heart would reinstate,\\nCould I see K. P. this eve at eight.\\nPRESENT.\\nIf ever or nevermore\\nThan friendship be,\\nPlease accept this basket\\nOf fruit from me.", "height": "2979", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "56 A Collection of Jewels.\\nTOKEN.\\nOnly a geranium flower,\\nPlucked from its parent stem,\\nAnd the hand by which it was gathered,\\nAs a pearl, from some diadem.\\nWith tender friendship she placed it\\nWhere it was wanted to be.\\nAnd in the Book of all books I ve pressed it,\\nIn friendly remembrance of thee.\\nSTIIvIv IN THE RING.\\nIf I d see another like myself,\\nThough I be rougher than an elf,\\nHad I never been to school,\\nI d take him to be a still-born fool\\nBut, not knowing his situation,\\nI couldn t predict his destination,\\nSo there is one song that I don t love to sing\\nSlightly disfigured, but still in the ring.\\nOft a man thinks he has the best girl\\nThat ever was in the round old world.\\nBut, when she gives him the grand old bounce.\\nAnd his heart for her no more will flounce.\\nAnd seeing she will not go the route,\\nHe stands on the corner with his mouth poked out.", "height": "2964", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "A Collectio7i of Jewels. 57\\nSo there is one song that I don t love to sing\\nSlightly disfigured, but still in the ring.\\nLike the old woman, who borrowed of her neighbor\\nPots and pans to do her labor,\\nUntil a pot for herself had got,\\nSwore to loan it she would not.\\nThe pot got broke ere she got home\\nHow that old lady did sweat and foam.\\nSo there is one song that I don t love to sing\\nSlightly disfigured, but still in the ring.\\nSo don t take others as they look\\nPerhaps they ve been through many a crook.\\nAs the boy who slipped on banana peel\\nPerhaps he s fallen and broke his heel\\nThe best are not always in clover,\\nBut often feel like the calf-run-over.\\nSo there is one song that I don t love to sing\\nSlightly disfigured, but still in the ring.\\nOft a man has all he s got on a bet\\nHe s likely to lose it, perhaps win it, yet\\nWe see him now in wavering suspense.\\nOthers have stood there, having more sense.\\nKeep your money in pocket, and don t be a tool\\nIt s cheaper to learn by a poetical fool.\\nSo there is one song that I don t love to sing\\nSlightly disfigured, but still in the ring.", "height": "2979", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "58 A Collection of Jewels.\\nBUNCH OF I,OCAI.S.\\nLadies and gentlemen, in honest .social circles,\\nI ll read to you the current locals.\\nNow, in poetic myth,\\nI ll read to you of Merchant Grith.\\nInstead of whittling on a peg,\\nHe tries his knife upon his leg.\\nYou ask me why it did occur\\nHe was trying to trim a rooster s spur.\\nSome say cotton has been dying,\\nAnd I saw a corn-stalk the other day crjang.\\nSamuel Johnson was laying it by,\\nAnd he piled the dirt around it so high\\n(This is actually true)\\nIt held up its little arms\\nAnd went Boo hoo, hoo,\\nI ain t going to get no more work, too.\\nMr. Doogins sowed some wheat,\\nIn order that he d have some to eat.\\nThe stalks so few and the heads so small\\nIt made the old lady bawl and squall.\\nWhen she finds a business man.\\nShe will always worry him if she can\\nAs the birds do sing, and the cats do pur,\\nMy stars do listen at her.\\nWat Finnic thinks it s solid fun\\nTo Marry Miss Nannie Eurekaton,", "height": "2964", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 59\\nBut around her tie had better be shy,\\nFor there is another standing hy\\nAnd he loves all things good to eat,\\nEspecially a girl, like her, so sweet.\\nAnd the girls don t think that he is rude,\\nBecause he s such an awful dude.\\nAs cotton we all know doesn t pay,\\nJim Doogins has found another way.\\nIn summer he ll lie upon his pallet,\\nAnd sell to the merchants his polk-salad\\nOr another way, perhaps, it will be\\nPerhaps he will turn out more black-jack tea.\\nI don t know hardly how he ll make it.\\nFor if he ploughs it he will have to snake it.\\nThen Mary would sing a doleful hymn.\\nIf a snake should happen to bite her Jim.\\nAs I was coming home from fishing\\nFor a drink of water I was itching\\nI met the negro of the place\\nAnd asked him for a little taste.\\nSays I My horse from Nick I bought her.\\nIf that isn t milk instead of water.\\nSays he: Your horse from Nick you certainly\\nbought her,\\nFor this is pure, sweet, white water.\\nFrom off my horse I slid\\nTo see if he w^as a lying kid", "height": "2979", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "60 A Collection of Jewels.\\nI put the bucket to my lip\\nWhat else but the bale to slip\\nThe little negro didn t grumble,\\nBut the water to the ground did tumble,\\nAnd in his thoughts he gave a sigh\\nI ll have to go back I believe I ll cry.\\nI read these locals to Henry Finnic\\nHe knew full well he wasn t many.\\nSays he to me Don t paint this calf.\\nAnd I ll be there to help them laugh.\\nSays I The paint is in the cup,\\nAnd in fine colors I ll set you up.\\nHe turned away in deep chagrin,\\nBut to have seen him is not a sin.\\nHe wished his name was Hiram Hodge,\\nThat he might give us all the dodge\\nAnd rather than at night to roam\\nHe leaves his scrubby self at home.\\nThere is something sweeter than crab-apples and\\nlemons.\\nBut we all know he loves Ida Timmons.\\nLove is easy just a snatch\\nWe are trying to make of them a match.\\nMyself, Lyvalle and Johnson s Frank\\nWent fishing at the beaver tank.\\nI was sitting on a stump.\\nHeard something around me go colump", "height": "2964", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 61\\nFrom my posish I looked around\\nIn the direction of the sound\\nFrank could but look at me and grin.\\nSays he Sir, I am in.\\nMy nerves were shocked, my mind was bare.\\nSays I I see you are.\\nFrom my posish I didn t get down,\\nKnowing it wasn t deep to drown\\nAnd knowing that he knew the route,\\nHis next job was to wade out.\\nThis is why he went ker-splash\\nHe was after fish to make some hash,\\nAnd seeing one that would not bite.\\nHe tried his hook with all his might\\nHis bottle of bait he at him threw,\\nAnd, rearing back, leaped on him too.\\nFrankie is a fisherman right\\nI think he beats old Dynamite\\nAnd to see him when from it he came out,\\nThe water from his shoes did spout.\\nlyyvalle s joy was to carry the perch and cats,\\nAnd fight those big, long skeeter gnats\\nTwould raise you out of all the bogs\\nTo see him coon those cypress logs.\\nHe made some most gigantic leaps,\\nAnd some most beautiful monkey creeps", "height": "2979", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "62 A Collection of Jewels.\\nYou could hear his hand on his cheek go spat,\\nThen you would know he had killed a gnat.\\nIn the eve I went out after a coon,\\nAnd didn t return so very soon\\nSo they very lonely got,\\nAnd grumbled o er their wretched lot.\\nTo me it was a bonnie boon\\nTo see their instruments in tune\\nFrank had a banjo of finest ring,\\nAnd I^yvalle the chorus always sing.\\nIf the subject of debate does lock,\\nCall on the Honorable Sam Hobock\\nAnd if the subject you have to burry.\\nCall on Hiram Johnson s Jerry\\nFor he to digging is certainly called.\\nAnd, for burying subjects, will beat you all\\nThen the bouquets will come with a whiz.\\nThen you will know you are doing biz.\\nAPOIvOGKTiC I.OCAI.S.\\nlyadies and gentlemen:\\nAs I made such a blunder before,\\nI ll try the locals a little more,\\nAnd as I grossly offended two.\\nWhom I think an apology is due", "height": "2964", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 63\\nIn reference to the corn.\\nIt has come out as sure as you are born\\nIt will now make you blow and hustle,\\nTo reach, down to the lowest tassel.\\nThe ears or other ears will be bosses,\\nAnd there will be a plenty to starve 13 horses\\nAnd as the old lady did sweat and foam.\\nTo hear me send those locals home\\nAnd as she did grumble at me,\\nI think she s due an apology.\\nAs the children do, when they fall,\\nShe didn t exactly bawl and squall.\\nBut when the old man wont go the route.\\nShe turns around and blesses him out.\\nThere is nothing more precious in one s life\\nThan to have to himself a business wife.\\nTo tell you where that you should go.\\nAnd often stand you on tip-toe\\nAnd if yourself is not a bank,\\nTo turn you about and then to spank.\\nWe went to Mr. Snider s cream\\nTo me it was a pretty dream.\\nThe girls so sweet and the cream so nice\\nT would tempt a scrub to take a slice.\\nWhen we first stepped in we gave our hand\\nTo the liberal hostess and her pretty daughter,\\nFan", "height": "2979", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "64 A Collection of Jewels.\\nThen bowing to the host so nice and sweet,\\nWalked up near the organ and took a seat.\\nThe organ keys were certainly made to plead.\\nBy the beautiful and accomplished Bmily Reid.\\nThere were other girls as sweet and pretty,\\nKept looking at us very nice and steady\\nThey would look at one another and wink\\nHe looked at me, I really think\\nThey would often take a sheep s-eye pull\\nI think they had a pocket full.\\nWill Douglas, not being used to satin and silk,\\nThought it was frozen butter milk\\nTill around it his spoon did whip\\nThen you ought to have heard him smack his lip.\\nIt on his countenance bore,\\nThe first square meal for ninety-four.\\nWill Douglas is a bosser\\nHe eat up the cream and licked the saucer\\nThe widow and widower, at the cream,\\nWould certainly make a pretty team.\\nYou could hear the rUvStling of the silk,\\nAs they walked out for frozen milk.\\nHer lover s picture I will paint.\\nSays he: Will s got her dog, if he aint!\\nHe began to puff and pout,\\nFearing she would not go the route.", "height": "2964", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jeivels, 65\\nHe looked at her, as if to say:\\nDon t let him cut me out\\nFor any would love a girl as such,\\nAnd it seemed that he did love her much\\nAnd after supper he got his chance\\nThat he might her love for him enhance.\\nHe was dressed very nice; but he chewed the quid;\\nHe was Mr. Douglas, Sid.\\nThere was a girl I was prone to paint\\nI had her set up in figures quaint\\nBut when I saw her, it was a dream.\\nShe was the prettiest lady at the cream\\nAnd as the love around my heart did stick,\\nI relapsed most awful quick\\nBut as my heart kept in such a tittle,\\nI didn t talk to her but little.\\nDo you know the energetic feather man\\nHe is dead in love with Johnson s pretty little Fan\\nAnd he knows the letter Y\\nAnd he knocks them feathers high\\nAnd he knows the letter O;\\nBut a bed-tick he 11 not sew\\nBut he bastes it up and lets it roll\\nBut lie never forgets to take his toll.\\nAnd he knows right where you live,\\nAnd he 11 ask you a bed for to give.\\nAnd if you don t throw it in his lap,", "height": "2979", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "66 A Collection of Jewels.\\nYou will hear his lips go flip, flop, flap\\nOh wouldn t it be nice for our Fan\\nTo be married to a feather man\\nShe d have a hat of finest leghorn,\\nAnd get to ride in that big wagon.\\nMy hogs are such awful dudes,\\nAnd for climbing fences are so rude.\\nAs the fashionable ladies wear leghorn hats,\\nI ve presented them with cedar cravats.\\nThey thought that they were all up-stairs\\nYou ought to have seen them put on airs\\nThey would look at one another and smile,\\nCutting a circle all the while.\\nAnd after a while they went off quietly.\\nAnd entered in first-class society.\\nAnd the pigs went off, to-rip, to-ooch\\nTo learn their language, boh bah buch\\nMy neighbor says, Willie I 11 stay at home you\\nsee.\\nIf you don t quit painting me.\\nSays I, I know you are a lady nice and quaint,\\nBut the very one for me to paint.\\nSays she, I m afraid you 11 lose your mind,\\nBy getting up such mythic rhyme.\\nSays I, If I should happen to lose my mind,\\nTwould be a bonanza for you to find,", "height": "2964", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 67\\nIf yoti it in your head would lay,\\nAnd throw your knowledge boy away.\\nMODESTY.\\nThere isn t a gentleman under the sun,\\nBut what society is to him fun\\nBut when you try to drive him in,\\nIt turns to him an abominable sin.\\nSo just wait and give him time,\\nAnd he 11 come in just in his prime\\nFor discretion he will follow\\nHe thinks more of it than the dollar.\\nSo, Modesty, stay inside the fence\\nChivalry is natural to go hence\\nImmodesty is to the heart a thud\\nAnd nips Chivalry in the bud.\\nPrice in dollars cannot procure\\nChivalry is honesty. Modesty sure.\\nAnd when you see him most gallant.\\nHe is going to the one most distant.\\nI earn by a disgusted man of pen-\\nIn Modesty s place do, pray, stay in.\\nIf you are too anxious to win the man,\\nHe would not allow it, if you can.\\nYou ve exposed yourself to the cruel world,\\nAnd throw your mind in an awful whirl", "height": "2979", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "68 A Collection of Jewels.\\nAnd Cupid, whose honey dart would thrust,\\nFalls limp at his side and dies in dust.\\nAnd you, with others, will rue the day.\\nWho wouldn t in the bounds of Modesty stay.\\nAs the poet has it, In tongue or pen,\\nThe saddest are these: It might have been.\\nHonesty in society is just the same\\nAs in any business of any name\\nSo for heaven s sake, be honest, please,\\nIvike a clean pup, less of fleas.\\nMAMMOTH CAVE.\\nWhen we approached the Mammoth Cave,\\nThe cold air escaping a pig would shave,\\nAnd when we entered we held our hats.\\nFor fear that they d be soiled by bats.\\nThe first thing noticed, was things of old\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWhere they made powder for soldiers bold.\\nPOSTOFFICK.\\nThis is the place where we felt better,\\nIn anticipation of a lovely letter.\\nBut I don t think they treated me fair\\nSeeing my sweetheart hadn t been there;\\nBut another hope I had in view,\\nOf meeting her as we came through.", "height": "2964", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "A Collectio7i of Jewels. 69\\nBRIDAIv HAI.I..\\nThis is the place I v/as prone to tarry,\\nAs I, like all fools wanted to marry.\\nThere were others who were in the self-same shape\\nWho wished for a matrimonial scrape\\nBut as I had no one to take my hand,\\nI had to leave that happy land.\\nECHO RIVKR.\\nBy coming to the Cave we are not all sainted,\\nAnd don t want to go where we are not acquainted\\nBut if you will bear with a timid goose\\nWe will accompany if you 11 introduce.\\nTo the place we were going I am expected to tell\\nTwas to the regions of the inevitable hell.\\nTo cross the river would make one wise.\\nTo see white fish with minus eyes\\nAnd to hear the echoes of the good guide s voice,\\nWould cause the ladies to make their choice.\\nAnd the meanderings of the beautiful river.\\nWith indescribable ecstacies would make one\\nshiver.\\nBut when we reached the other shore,\\nWe didn t anticipate any more\\nFor there it v ^as the dreaded thing\\nAbout which all preachers sing.\\nYou looked at me and I at you.\\nAnd we both felt mean, as sinners do,", "height": "2979", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "70 A Collection of Jewels.\\nUntil assured by tHe guide\\nFrom us all fears to hide\\nThat the devil had taken a week s vacation,\\nTo punish the sinners of another nation\\nThen we looked back on Adam s race\\nAnd the empty hell, and enjoyed the place.\\nA pile of rock to every nation,\\nAnd the good and bad of God s creation\\nJust one rock fervently I 11 fling\\nTo the honor of Dewey, of whom all sing.\\nThis is to lyincoln Wilkes Booth s vie\\nMay the devil around poor Boothy stick\\nFor he killed Lincoln in an evil way.\\nAnd has paid the debt as sinners pay.\\nAs we approached the sausage hall.\\nAnd seeing the Bolognas on the wall.\\nThough the hour was only ten\\nWe got hungrier than any men\\nBut as we had with us no bread,\\nWe had to go out of there unfed.\\nCRUCIFIXION.\\nDeep, deep within the ground.\\nThe Lord of creation is all around\\nEven nature, in its formations trace\\nThe resemblance of another s case.", "height": "2964", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 71\\nLORD OF ALL.\\nJust nine years ago\\nPencil it I must\\nThat was all love to me,\\nIs mouldering in the dust.\\nBut sad and sweet memories\\nAre flickering through my mind,\\nAs I retrospect the past.\\nAnd seeing what God s designed.\\nThere are many blasted hopes.\\nAnd as many just renewed.\\nThere would be less and less regrets,\\nDid we not on self intrude.\\nHad we used the judgment given,\\nBy the one in whom we trust.\\nBut we swapped it off for others\\nCovered up in bitter dust.\\nWe should keep our own counsel.\\nTelling none the seed we are sowing\\nTelling none the direction\\nOr the place that we are going\\nThen there wouldn t be any tares\\nMid the grain that we shall reap,\\nThen we d reach the topmost summit\\nOf the famous mountain steep.\\nBut we seldom miss the water\\nTill the well is dry as a flint,", "height": "2979", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "72 A Collection of Jewels.\\nAnd the bucket, it is shackled,\\nAnd the rope to age is lent.\\nBut, as we can t eat all honey,\\nOr swallow all the gall,\\nTis a lesson that He teaches,\\nWe shall Crown Him I,ord of all.\\nAnd the road that he is blazing\\nOut for us to travel through,\\nWe with patience should go onw^ard.\\nKnowing He has been here too\\nAnd its sure to teach others,\\nAs He s designed that it should do.\\nSeeing that He and they have made it,\\nWe, I know, can do so to.\\nSo we ll drop this all behind us,\\nAnd keep following up the line,\\nNever looking back, but upward\\nTo the faces for us shine.\\nThey are those who ve gone before us,\\nTo that bright and happy clime.\\nAnd they ve left along behind them,\\nFoot-prints on the sands of time.\\nA THOUGHT.\\nHad I the wings of a dove,\\nWhen life is really at is best,\\nI d be more than willing\\nTo fly aw^ay and be at rest.", "height": "2964", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 73\\nSING.\\nSing,\\nAnd Evil will duck his head and run\\nSing,\\nAnd you will conquer thout a gun\\nSing,\\nWhen in despondency, deep and grim\\nSing,\\nAnd you will soon be in the swim.\\nSing,\\nAnd the nets that s woven for you\\nSing,\\nThey will snap, and you ll get through\\nSino\\nAnd the one by whom they are wrought\\nSing,\\nTis decreed that he ll be caught.\\nSing,\\nWhen cursed by Evil, your mighty foe.\\nSing,\\nAnd the echo back to him will go\\nSing,\\nAnd Evil v^^ill listen in deep chagrin\\nSing,\\nAnd he ll be convicted of his sin.\\nSing,\\nThe Enemy is lurking in every grove.", "height": "2979", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "74 A Collection of Jewels.\\nSing,\\nAnd the angelic host will thus improve,\\nSing,\\nAnd they the victory to you will bring\\nSing\\nIf you can t do nothing else but sing.\\nSing,\\nWhen you are trampled under foot by wrong.\\nSing,\\nThere is naught can raise you like a song\\nSing,\\nWhen the assassin makes his bloody start.\\nSing\\nAnd the dagger will pierce his bloody heart.\\nSing,\\nAnd the sun behind a cloud won t stay,\\nSing,\\nIt s often better than to pray\\nSing,\\nSo when old Evil comes around\\nSing,\\nAnd sing, and sing him down.\\nSing,\\nlyike Daniel in the lion s den,\\nSing,\\nThe lions could do naught else but grin\\nSing", "height": "2964", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 75\\nAs you to the battle go,\\nSing\\nAnd you will conquer every foe.\\nSing,\\nlyike when they marched around Jericho,\\nSing,\\nAnd the city to the ground did go\\nSing,\\nIf any has the impudence to do you wrong,\\nSing-\\nSend it off on the wings of song.\\nSing.\\nBACK FROM THE IvONG AGO.\\nBack to the long ago\\nMemory will roam,\\nLooking for the honey drops.\\nSkipping o er the comb.\\nNow Memory is coming back\\nTo its good old home,\\nBringing nothing on its back\\nBut the soured comb.\\nWhispering now into my ear\\nThere is no honey there\\nIt must be further on,\\nIf not all up there.", "height": "2979", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "76 A Collectio7i of Jewels.\\nBack to the long ago,\\nI ll send my muse\\nAll things that it might see,\\nAnd all things peruse.\\nNow, muse is coming back\\nWhere we begin,\\nBringing nothing on its back\\nBut old Adam s sin.\\nNow it takes me by the hand\\nLend to me an ear\\nThere isn t any at all back there,\\nIt must all be here\\nContemplation takes it up\\nAnd whispers to me no,\\nIt is all further on,\\nAnd after it must go.\\nContemplation s not got back.\\nIt makes a pretty stay,\\nPerhaps its found the honey drop,\\nOr has it at bay.\\nWhen we approached the spot\\nContem. was amazed.\\nLooking at the honey drop\\nAll in glorious blaze.\\nBack from the long ago,\\nMemorj^, Muse and Con.,", "height": "2964", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels, 77\\nlyooking at what glitters so,\\nBrighter than the sun.\\nNot a word was spoken then,\\nAll in silence kept\\nWhile gazing on its beauty there\\nAll for joy they wept.\\nPatience, Charity, Faith and Hope,\\nPray now with us stay,\\nThen we ll enjoy the honey drops\\nAll along the way.\\nAnd when that day has come\\nWe ll receive the prize.\\nGathering up the honey drops\\nOf the largest size.\\nAnd wdthin the Golden Gate\\nThat s standing now ajar.\\nWe ll be standing in the midst\\nOf glory seen afar.\\nGlory, glory, to the King\\nWe will shout and sing,\\nGlory, glory to the King,\\nAnd our tribute bring.\\nYes, I see\\nOn the bank,\\nWithout turning society s crank.", "height": "2979", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "78 A Collection of Jewels.\\nYes, I see\\nOn the road,\\nWithout peering like a toad.\\nYes, I see\\nAll behind\\nEnough to disgust mortal kind.\\nYes, I see\\nOn the right\\nIt doesn t take the darkest night\\nYes, I see\\nOn the left,\\nMany hearts by it bereft.\\nYes, I see\\nOn ahead,\\nMany tears by it to shed.\\nYes, I vSee\\nAll along,\\nMany people doing wrong.\\nYes, I see\\nIn the church\\nThey cloak themselves to do it much.\\nYes, I see\\nWith both eyes shut,\\nIn high places smutty smut.", "height": "2964", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 79\\nYes, I see\\nHigh, and low,\\nAnd everywhere that I might go.\\nYes, I see\\nI^ow and tall,\\nTrying to make the good ones fall.\\nYes, I see\\nThe world is bad\\nAnd makes the best sad, so sad\\nYes, I see\\nCRISIS.\\nShe saw when the close combat begun,\\nAnd she thought I d surrendered to the evil one\\nAnd her heart was broken and her love did burn,\\nAnd to another she quickly did turn.\\nlyove for love, but misunderstood,\\nI had to fight, as anyone would.\\nTo clear the obstruction from the way.\\nSecuring happiness for a future da}^\\nTwas a noble victory I regret it not,\\nHe stole the crown, but the truth I got\\nThe queen was slain when the giant fell,\\nBut Glory for Israel I love so well.\\nTo hold a grudge, provided you see\\nThe Queen of Israel who would be,", "height": "2979", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "80 A Collection of Jewels.\\nHe betrayed iny trust in financial way,\\nUsing his leisure it back to pay.\\nIf the Queen is from my house, he says,\\nTwill cover up all of this debris,\\nAnd murder and theft won t be exposed\\nBut who vnW be the Queen who knows, who knows?\\nI ll watch and see when he goes to the farm,\\nAnd all I can I ll do him harm\\nAnd when in the act to consummate\\nI ll whisper him away to make it late.\\nI know it s wrong to do him thus.\\nBut to cover up theft I must, I must\\nAnd slander and my child s disgrace\\nI am in hell I must make haste.\\nI know next Saturday is the day\\nThey are to meet and forever stay\\nI ll make it convenient to be on hand\\nTo keep them apart I know I can.\\nI have done it times more n ten.\\nAnd compelled by evil to do again,\\nAs theft and murder always do\\nCall for another to cover it too.\\nI ve done it as usual the same old way.\\nAnd now down here no longer I ll stay\\nI ll go home, as I have made my point.\\nBy knocking their happiness out of joint.", "height": "2964", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 81\\nBut he is staying so long, I am in suspense\\nI am afraid they will get there by providence\\nBut I will wait, may the devil help me.\\nAs I call on no other for help, you see.\\nHe s coming back, they couldn t agree,\\nNow s your time go him and see\\nIf he makes an effort, you can him kill,\\nOr marry him, just as you will.\\nNow, watch and see which place he goes.\\nBut be careful, for no one knows\\nHe went to her bower, the old refuge,\\nLetting her know he s me refused.\\nHe came and talked with me to-day.\\nBut the real import I will not say\\nFor it was bitter gainst us, gainst us,\\nBut to keep them apart we must, we must.\\nHe shoved me a letter yesterday,\\nAnd warned me of that wrathful day\\nI will use it as though he was asking for you,\\nAnd make her believe to her not true.\\nShe was in town the self -same day,\\nHoping that he might come that way\\nThe import of his stay could not understand,\\nSo she escaped to an unknown land.\\nAnd, fearing she was left, she wouldn t stay,\\nPled and threw herself away", "height": "2979", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "82 A Collectio7i of Jewels.\\nAnd many on earth have done the same,\\nWearing the crown of another s name.\\nBut, oh, how the rashness their hearts do burn.\\nThey are in torment wherever they turn,\\nAs all those who sow unto the flesh\\nReap corruption in the mesh.\\nNow, seeing that he is so bereft.\\nSurely we will not get left.\\nNow, Sallie, out and rake him in.\\nDead or alive, good or sin.\\nHer abominable effort again she makes,\\nShe scours the country and wakes the snakes\\nBut, oh, what a failure ever\u00c2\u00a7^ one knows\\nShe s published herself much more exposed.\\nAnd with chagrin more wretched than dead,\\nShe packs her trunk and away she s fled\\nTired of hunting to murder Moore,\\nFlees to the breezes of seashore.\\nBut, before she departed to the sea.\\nShe set some poison out to me\\nThat it might check him on his way\\nSo she might kill him another day.\\nAnd seeing, as she thought, the poison a charm,\\nAnother chance to do him harm,\\nSo immediately she came back,\\nThat she might try him another whack.", "height": "2964", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "A Collection oj Jewels. 83\\nI saw him going out to the park,\\nSo now is the chance to make your lark\\nSo go right on and follow him up,\\nPerhaps a chance to kill the pup.\\nHe hadn t been there more n half an hour\\nTill here she came, not sweet, but sour\\nThe pup dodged back behind the fence.\\nFor in early days he d learned more sense.\\nShe tried to enjoy all things in sight.\\nBut all was to her the darkest night\\nSo she went home before the time.\\nFeeling like not worth a dime.\\nThose dollars he stole was awful heavy,\\nBut his evil intent couldn t replevy\\nAnd before evil got her a grip\\nHe took her off on another trip.\\nAnd we don t know how long they ll stay.\\nWhy, I saw her on the streets to-day\\nWhy, that to me is very funny\\nShe is after name, blood or money.\\nI wonder what move next she ll make\\nKvery effort spoils the cake\\nWe shouldn t slander, no, not any.\\nIf they are few and we are many.\\nAlways be honest in the fight.\\nOr else there will come the darkest night", "height": "2969", "width": "2151", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "84 A Collection of Jewels.\\nLaugh today at the crucified One,\\nAnd die tomorrow for what you ve done.\\nFor the God of creation is sitting down,\\nAnd the circle goes round and round\\nHow e er you go run, walk or creep,\\nThat which you sow you will also reap.\\nBy the dictates of a clear conscience\\nAnd a wish to do the right,\\nI wrote those verses to save others\\nFrom the bitterness of the darkest night.\\nT wasn t presumption on my part\\nThat prompted me to do\\nThe feeling for myself I had\\nAnd the same I had for you.\\nKnvy, like the wind that blows\\nWith cruel hate.\\nThough the victim be not dead.\\nIt tries to seal his fate.\\n16 TO 1.\\nNow I think that it is time,\\nI ll write the government up in rhyme.\\nSome think the government is all wrong-\\nI ve heard it much like a wornout song.\\nThey say it makes cotton low in price\\nCorn, pork and wheat, as well as rice", "height": "2964", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 85\\nThere isn t one in ten thousand knows\\nAbout the government, Po. or Prose.\\nThey seem not to know it begins at home,\\nBut somewhere else, perhaps in Rome.\\nIf they would govern things of themselves,\\nThat much advancement layed on shelves.\\nBut in hot chase for the almighty dollar,\\nThey think the world to them is hollow.\\nThey wont raise naught but cotton in the chase,\\nWhich to the government a gross disgrace.\\nThey want to hear the dollar rattle.\\nInstead of the bleat of hogs, sheep and cattle,\\nThen peas, wheat, oats and corn,\\nAnd other things to feed them on.\\nThey never to their duty goes,\\nBut in other s business keep their nose\\nThen you often hear a lazy yell\\nI wish government was in\\nThey 11 go to town every Saturday eve.\\nAnd everything drop and leave\\nThe gate wide open and the gears in the field.\\nI m going to town if I have to steal\\nAnd when he gets back that old cow\\nHas got in the field sure, somehow:\\nAnd that old mule he beats old scratch,\\nHe s over in the orchard in the oat patch.", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "86 A Collection of Jewels,\\nAnd them old goats just don t it beat\\nThey are determined to eat up all that wheat.\\nWell, I will just be- John- Browned,\\nIt s just that way when I go to towm.\\nWell, I ll be dog-gone Look at that sow\\nAnd confound if there aint that old muly cow\\nIf I had my gun with lead I d fill her\\nSick- em sick- em don t care if you kill her.\\nAnd, darling oh how my heart does burn\\nThat plague-gone pig s turned over the churn,\\nAnd the children love butter, so, too so, too\\nI am so vexed, boo hoo hoo\\nAnd grandma: Don t talk to me,\\nThat s what you git by going off you see\\nIf you had er stayed home like I said.\\nYou d had all these chickens fed\\nThe old mule, is then caught and beat.\\nAnd the goats are run up out the wheat\\nPanting and blowing and all out of breath\\nScared out of twelve months growth to death.\\nThe old muly cow comes flying out the field.\\nWith the big brown dog barking at her heel,\\nAnd Johnnie has the pig by the ear and the tail,\\nGivirig him a beating for turning the pail.\\nGrandma is in the back-yard, mad to die,\\nShe s fell over a turning plow and hurt her eye", "height": "2954", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 87\\nAnd that old scraper is right in the door\\nI never saw the like of that before.\\nSuch bellowing, and squealing, and cackling and\\nbark.\\nIt s carried on late,^all round in the dark,\\nUntil it s time for all in the bed\\nBut that s not the last words that was said:\\nThis beats all I ever did see\\nIt s not like you said when you married me.\\nYou ve got no money and will never have none,\\nUntil free coinage, 16 to 1.\\nHold up, old lady, now you bet,\\nYou are sure to have some money yet.\\nThat fiddler we ve got is full of fun,\\nAnd we are sure to get 16 to 1.\\nDarling, in your sleep, work or fun.\\nYou are always saying 16 to 1.\\nI wish you d tell me what good twould do;\\nDon t you think we could get 16 to 2\\nAh! old lady, 5^ou just wait,\\nAnd see our fiddler candidate\\nHe is a fine looking man and full of fun,\\nAnd hear him say, 16 to 1.\\nYou old crank, you go to groaning\\nYou got to 5 oke that cow in the morning", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "88 A Colledioyi of Jewels.\\nAnd build a stye to put that pig,\\nIf you don t I 11 make him big.\\nAnd you got to go all round the field\\nAnd brush the fence and them potatoes to peel\\nAnd you ve got to milk that old cow\\nI aint going to do it if I do know how.\\nIt s nine o clock and all in bed,\\nAnd I haven t even got the horses fed.\\nWe 11 starve to death that s no fun\\nBut, oh when we get 16 to 1\\nSo he goes to the lot in a jump and a run,\\nRepeating the words: 16 to 1\\nShe squalls out, Bring stove wood too,\\nDon t I 11 give you 16 to 2\\nHe squalls back to her, mad as v/hiz:\\nI wish 3 ou d attend to your own biz.\\nDon t that beat a thundering gun?\\nCan t evensay, 16 to 1.\\nAnd after breakfast here he goes,\\nTo plow or hoe., he hardlj^ knows.\\nWife, what w^as I doing Saturday morn\\nDogged if I know, sure as you re born.\\nI 11 tell you one thing, fix that stye,\\nIf you don^t do it that pig will die.\\nDon t care if his name is bill or bilk,\\nHe shall not waste my butter-milk.", "height": "2954", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 89\\nHe finally gets off to his work,\\nAnd goes along in a lazy jerk,\\ne. ^And when he plows a row or two,\\nHe does just like the others do.\\nDo you want me to tell you all just how\\nHe turns and sits down on his plow.\\nBill Jones comes along with his gun\\nAnd they spend the day, 16 to 1.\\nIN THE VORTEX.\\nCaught in the vortex,\\nAs others before\\nleashed by the waves\\nOr thrown on the shore.\\nPushed by the enemy,\\nHounded as a deer\\nCaught in the vortex\\nStruck with a spear.\\nDodging the evil one,\\nFrom right to the left\\nCaught in the vortex\\nBy all now bereft.\\nTouched by Charity\\nWithout it no go.\\nCaught in the vortex\\nA pity tis so.", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "90 A Collection of Jewels.\\nWith fear we proceed\\nOur journey to go,\\nCauglit in the vortex,\\nTo relent or no.\\nEncompassed by hell hounds,\\nlyocated by men,\\nCaught in the vortex.\\nThrown into sin.\\nCaught by the Good One,\\nPardoner of sin\\nCaught in the vortex\\nOthers have been.\\nTis best to be in it.\\nWhen out it we say,\\nCaught in the vortex.\\nWhen is the day.\\nFate strikes all men\\nEarly or late.\\nCaught in the vortex\\nWe are only to wait.\\nTis Patience to exercise,\\nHope to renew\\nCaught in the vortex,\\nHe 11 carry you through.\\nWatch for the billows.\\nBe ready to ride", "height": "2954", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 91\\nOut of the vortex,\\nThe waves shall not hide.\\nFor this is His promise:\\nThe waves they will roll,\\nBut only to separate\\nThe dross from the gold.\\nTHAT ONK-ARMED MAN.\\nI Y^ill try and tell you, if I can,\\nAbout that black-headed, black-eyed one-armed man.\\nSome sa3^ he is certainly a fool,\\nBecause w^e can t altogether him rule\\nBut he smiles and looks up higher.\\nFor he knows we are in danger of hell-fire.\\nThey have brought all things on him to bear,\\nTo prevent the fool from getting there\\nBut they have almost given it up,\\nSeeing he is drinking the sweetened cup.\\nDon t wiggle like a worm, if you can,\\nWhilst telling about the black-eyed, one-armed man.\\nHe sa3^s all things are for his good,\\nAccording to the promise as it should,\\nBut don t you know that can t be.\\nWhen he has but one arm, don t you see\\nIf our arms were cut off, why,\\nWe d curse our own God and die.\\nBeen tried in every wa}^ think twice.", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "92 A Collection of Jewels.\\nAnd he uses it as tho twas merchandise\\nWe ve prophesied he d come to naught\\nHe says he stands by Whom he s wrought.\\nWe are almost persuaded to believe,\\nAnd follow God and the devil leave.\\nBut then we think we d have no fun,\\nOur plans and projects are just begun,\\nSo the dog won t leave his vomit for hire,\\nAnd the sow turns back unto her mire\\nAnd here they come together again,\\nThey ve dug a pit to put the slain,\\nWe know he doesn t know v/here it is,\\nWe ll see him go in it co-whiz.\\nIt s the same old barrel, he s found the saucer.\\nSo in we go, oh, he s a bosser\\nIn a barrel of slop co-splash, co-splasher,\\nOh, he s a king oh, he s a masher\\nIf 3 -ou curse him, I ll bet you my hat\\nHe ll say Have you got any more like that\\nOr else he ll saj^ it s green as a gourd.\\nOr use upon 3^ou some other sword\\nAnd if you steal his money you ll rue the day.\\nFor he ll tackle 3^ou in any place and way.\\nAnd you will feel much worse than shot.\\nThat two-edged sword, that grace he s got.\\nYou can t do him, for we ve tried him\\nHe s a big log you can t stride him.", "height": "2954", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 93\\nJust try to catch him in a joke\\nAnd he ll make you wear the same old 37^oke.\\nYou can t beat him in walk or run,\\nYou can t beat him with his gun,\\nIf you go a-fishing he ll catch more fish,\\nSo without him there d be no dish.\\nHe says it s by whom he is wrought\\nThat enables him to win the battles fought^\\nYou can t beat him by hooks or crooks,\\nYou can t beat him even in looks\\nWhen he takes a notion he won t pull\\nWe ve tried every way to rope the bull,\\nFor he is determined the right shall rule,\\nSo against the wrong he s like a mule.\\nI believe he s getting up out of reach,\\nI believe he is called by the I^ord to preach\\nOh, he ll make a good one, no doubt of that,\\nHe ll know where to hit em right kerspat.\\nHe knows the holes the snakes are in.\\nHe ll rattle the stick and make them gin,\\nAnd that old adder ll make like he s dead,\\nBut tickle him a little and how he ll spread.\\nAnd draw his body through his mouth\\nAnd over on his back and the frogs throw out\\nFor he has practiced e er since a youth\\nSnatching the veil from off the truth.", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "94 A Collection of Jewels.\\nThe thing to do with such a I^amb,\\nIs to let him alone, don t we ll be damned\\nFor he s got the Word of God on us,\\nAnd without it we are not worth a cuss.\\nFor the sword God gave him cuts like thunder.\\nAnd without it any will make a blunder.\\nSo I believe I ll throw up the truth,\\nI can t digest it for it is proof.\\nSo I wish him Godspeed, page after page,\\nAnd wish him success upon the stage.\\nSo, don t you all in one agree.\\nYou can t help it, don t you see?\\nBut some have eyes, and see they not\\nAnd have blinder, and blinder got.\\nAnd some have ears and do not hear\\nWe see them over there, and there, and there.\\nAnd some understanding, but blunder along\\nDon t care a cent for doing wrong.\\nAnd some turn to digging pits again,\\nTo catch the children that have more brain\\nAnd some are busy building a gallows.\\nTo hang old Haman, just for malice\\nForgetting the table is sure to turn.\\nBut when it does, oh, what a burn.\\nAnd some turn to be a witch.\\nAnd the blind lead the blind into the ditch.\\nAnd the rich man tries to lead by money,", "height": "2954", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 95\\nBut the Spirit thinks its mighty funny\\nWhile I^azarus in Abraham s bosom sung,\\nThe rich man was bothered with his tongue.\\nTo pay for the curses on lyazarus fell,\\nTo the bottomless pits in a seething hell.\\nAnd, Saul after David continued to follow,\\nlyik a bulldog that had broke his collar\\nThe angels in heaven were too proud to tell.\\nWhen the murderer on his sword had fell.\\nTis said of poets, that they are born\\nBut by the Spirit from the flesh, they are torn\\nFor before I knew there was a God,\\nTo make a rhyme to me v/as hard,\\nBut when I lodged in the spiritual ring,\\nAbout his goodness, how I could sing.\\nAnd now, when evil comes around,\\nI sing, and sing, and sing him down\\nJust like David, Old Israel s king.\\nIn case of emergencies he would sing\\nI ll introduce to you while I can.\\nThat black-headed, black-eyed, one-armed man.\\nShakespear was a poet, most complete,\\nBut not until he the Lord did meet.\\nThen he grew deeper, deep, deep, deep,\\nAnd swept the earth, and sea, and mountain steep.\\nHe took the earth like he, the boy,\\nAnd used the stars as for a toy", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "96 A Collection of Jewels.\\nHe gloried in the moon, the sky, the sun,\\nAnd adored the power of the Mighty One\\nAnd lit up with knowledge the darkest places.\\nWith polished eloquence of His Christian graces\\nAnd many were awakened from the darkest fall.\\nAnd glorified God, the I^ord of all.\\nI tell you, His power is too great to tell\\nThere is a heaven there is a hell\\nDon t experiment on his indulgence tender,\\nFor at either place, at will. He ll send you.\\nSo much better on the safest side.\\nThan to float on the billows of the world s divide.\\nCome this way your house and mine\\nAnd get happiness of the sweetest kind,\\nWisdom, and knowledge, and grace divine,\\nAnd all things essential to mortal kind.\\nCome, the angels are singing and the heavens ring,\\nCome join in this beautiful song and sing.\\nHe owns the cattle of a thousand hills,\\nl^ach heart with happiness always fills\\nFret not yourselves of evil-doers,\\nFor all they make is His and yours.\\nYour enemies for you He will rule,\\nAnd make of them your footstool\\nFor they are ladders to lift you higher,\\nTo the topmost pinnacle where you aspire.", "height": "2954", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "A Collectio7i of Jewels. 97\\nYou may look down on them with a pitying eye,\\nBut do not yield, or else you die.\\nCome out from among them and you ll be.\\nNearer, my God, to Thee to Thee\\nHe sitteth on a circle, far and wide,\\nAnd evil cannot from Him hide\\nHe ll punish the wicked and reward the good.\\nHe ll do it children, for He said He would.\\nFor years I ve been knowing Him, twenty,\\nAnd the revelation of His word is plenty.\\nCast not your pearls before the swine,\\nOr else they ll rend you tis their design\\nBeware of the dogs, do it, please,\\nOr else you ll cover o er with fleas.\\nWalk in His precepts don t make a breach,\\nYour walk in life about him preach.\\nWhen a glorious victory for Him we ve won,\\nGive glory to the Father and the Son,\\nFor there is no good that you can do,\\nTis the lyord Almighty that worketh through.\\nJust feel as natural as you can be.\\nThen the L ord can use you, you will see.\\nQuench not the good spirit, tis often done.\\nAs a cloud that floats before the sun.\\nAshamed of Jesus do not be,\\nAn excuse He ll have ashamed of thee.\\nAshamed of Jesus better far,\\nI^et midnight blush to own a star", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "98 A Collection of Jewels.\\nWhen evil does you an evil deed,\\nSow good wheat among the seed,\\nThen good for evil you ll return,\\nAnd the coals upon their heads will burn.\\nSo, its not by power nor by might,\\nBut by His spirit wins the fight.\\nBe friendly, if possible, with all men,\\nThen your hands will be free from sin\\nPray to God to seal your lips,\\nAnd you ll escape so many slips\\nYour slave, a secret before its told.\\nBut after you re turned out in the cold.\\nA life of repentance if you win.\\nIt takes all that to conquer sin.\\nThe Father tells us to always pray\\nIt ll come more natural day by day\\nPray always and do not faint.\\nAnd then don t call yourself a saint.\\nTo put the evil off the chase,\\nA sinner acknowledge saved by grace\\nTo aspire to the highest seat,\\nA ruin victory most complete\\nConsider your light is sure to burn\\nAnd a sinner will see it and return.\\nHe s a child of God, if you shut the lid.\\nFor a city on a hill can t be hid\\nHe s a light-house in the darkest night,\\nTo guide the wandering ship aright,", "height": "2954", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jezvels. 99\\nPointing out the breakers on the way\\nThe power is given to those who pray.\\nWe re proud, indeed, of just such men,\\nTo appease God s anger to pardon sin\\nWe learn from him that the Word is true,\\nFor twenty years he s went it through\\nEvery jot and title s been verified.\\nFor the lyord s been walking by his side.\\nSome say women are allowed to preach,\\nBut that puts modesty out of reach,\\nFor modesty, to a woman, is her perfume,\\nAnd without it, to a gentleman, she has no room.\\nFor modesty is the polish to Christian graces.\\nSo man will go forward in their places.\\nBut its right to consult with the fair sex.\\nAs complexed business often vex\\nWoman should inspire man onward to go.\\nBut not out of place, woman, no, no, no.\\nWoman is honey sitting still.\\nBut sour to move, man s place to fill.\\nTis true that the woman anointed His feet,\\nBut that was tender modesty most complete,\\nAnd the Savior said more faith reveal.\\nThan all the realms of Israel.\\nAnd the one that crept and touched the hem\\nShowed modesty complete, limb to limb,\\nAnd the Savior whispered: Who touched me\\nThe crowd so thick He couldn t see,", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "100 A Collection of Jewels.\\nBut the virtue going he could feel,\\nBy modest faith the flow did heal\\nBy modest faith and works did Dorcas do,\\nWhy can t they, and you, and you\\nSo, don t be led by every one,\\nBut those of the power of the Father and Son.\\nAs Moses saw God in the burning bush,\\nHe was frightened and drawn into the push\\nHe looked all o er the world around,\\nAnd drew his shoes twas holy ground.\\nMoses couldn t tell what he really knew.\\nBut his brother, Aaron, led him through.\\nSo God told Moses to tell his brother,\\nSo it took them both, they went together\\nUnto Pharaoh, Egypt s king,\\nFor Israel out of the bonds to bring.\\nPharaoh was a dollar king,\\nAnd many now of the dollar sing\\nThey sent frogs and flies, locusts and fleas.\\nThat they might Pharaoh, the king, displease.\\nThinking all this would tease him so,\\nHe d let Old Israel from bondage go.\\nHe was almost persuaded, time and again.\\nBut he d relapse and draw his rein\\nBut he found that God was God, indeed,\\nAnd to His warning did take heed,\\nBut when Old Israel had departed.\\nMustered his hosts and after them started.", "height": "2954", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 101\\nIsrael borrowed rings, bracelets, ear-rings by pairs,\\nBut really it was already theirs,\\nAnd soon from Pharaoh, out of sight.\\nGuided by a cloud by day and fire by night,\\nBut finally, hemmed in by the sea,\\nGrumbled at Moses\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Why did we flee\\nThe hosts of Pharaoh were pressing them hard.\\nBut only to feel the damnation of God.\\nMoses had only his rod to wave,\\nAnd the sea divided like a gaping grave.\\nAnd Israel walked over on dry land,\\nBut Egypt was drowned to a man.\\nThen Israel sang praises to God, their king,\\nFor out of Pharaoh s bonds did bring.\\nConfidence in Moses was then restored,\\nAnd praises by the multitude on him was poured\\nAnd they did sing that good old song,\\nAs they through the wilderness journeyed along.\\nBut after a while they began to thirst,\\nAnd poor Moses they began to curse\\nThen God told Moses to speak to the rock.\\nAnd get water for man and stock\\nBut Moses, big man, didn t speak, but smote.\\nAnd there wasn t enough water for a billy-goat.\\nBut when he did the Lord s command\\nThere was plenty of water for stock and man\\nThey drank, and drank, and drank their fill,\\nAnd glorified God from valley to hill.", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "102 A Collection of Jewels.\\nBut after that they hungry got,\\nAnd to follow Moses they would not\\nAnd at him they began to grumble\\nAnd made poor Moses very humble\\nAnd he cried unto God to send some bread.\\nBy which that they might all be fed\\nSo he waived to God his prayerful banner\\nAnd here came locusts, quail and manna.\\nConfidence again was then renewed.\\nAnd sorry for themselves for being so rude\\nBut many times after grumbled at Moses,\\nFor there was thorns as well as roses.\\nWhen Moses went up on the mount\\nTo receive the law and give account,\\nThey of his stay began to laugh\\nAnd for a God made them a calf.\\nWhen Moses from the mount came down\\nAmong the crowd he looked around,\\nAnd seeing they to idols had turned again\\nThe thoughts of it did give him pain.\\nThe depth of his anger no tongue can tell\\nAnd the tables of stone from his hands they fell\\nInto tears the hardest heart would thaw\\nHe had just come down from receiving the law.\\nSo evil will enter when the shepherd is gone\\nWhen will the I^ord come and claim his own\\nMoses turned about him, restitution did make\\nRepented of the law the people did break.", "height": "2954", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 103\\nMany more trials too numerous to mention,\\nWhile coming through forty years detention\\nBut finally, seeing the promised land,\\nThey shouted and sang thout giving command.\\nBut Moses wasn t allowed to enter the place\\nOn account of sin, the world s disgrace\\nBut God bless Moses he did his part\\nA continual pull on the old man s heart\\nIt s been e er since we drew our breath\\nThe wages of sin is death, is death\\nTwas a glorious victory any can tell\\nHe won it, children, though he fell.\\nGod knoweth the time breathe a sigh\\nOur days are numbered We must die\\nAnd oft e er the goal is barely reached\\nIn the walk of life, tis often preached.\\nAnd the angels came and sang, and wept.\\nAnd glorified God who Israel kept\\nAnd close to the edge of the border land\\nThey buried poor Moses in the sand,\\nAnd no one knows or ever knew\\nReally where the angels carried him to.\\nBut God takes care of His heroes grand\\nAnd carries them to a far better land,\\nFor he s in heaven no doubt, they say.\\nGlorifying God day after day.\\nTwas a glorious victory at God s command.\\nAnd the angels took charge of the hero grand.", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "104 A Collection of Jewels.\\nMoses led to the Promised Land,\\nAnd they needed another to take command,\\nSo God chose Elijah the people to tell\\nThe way to heaven but not to hell.\\nAs all things on foot needs a head,\\nThey wanted a king as Moses was dead\\nAs it is we look up to the tall\\nThe choice of the people fell on Saul\\nAnd as God knows the wish of all,\\nSendeth Elijah to anoint King Saul.\\nSo Saul was anointed Israel s king,\\nAnd worldly songs they all did sing.\\nBut precept upon precept, and line upon line,\\nSaul wasn t what God really designed\\nBut to show his power to kingdoms changed,\\nThings became very much disarranged.\\nThe Philistines, a people sf prowess grand,\\nWished to have all things at their commarxd\\nRaged war with Israel much depraved,\\nThat they might conquer, slave for slave.\\nTo bluff old Israel thought easy done\\nChallenged the whole army just with one.\\nSaul was frightened out of his head\\nAnd almost wished that he was dead.\\nGoliath came out every day\\nTo see who they d chosen jor him to slay,\\nBut Saul couldn t find a single man\\nTo fight the giant man to man.", "height": "2954", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 105\\nSo thus it stood, day after day\\nOne man holding Old Israel at bay.\\nNow this was God s most holy design,\\nTo show the people what kind, what kind.\\nNo doubt God said to himself with joy:\\nWhat power I ll show them in my David boy,\\nHe s out yonder tending his father s sheep,\\nBut My spirit in him is not asleep.\\nDavid, like all boys, full of fun,\\nUsed a sling-shot for his gun\\nBut when anything bothered his father s sheep,\\nFearlessly upon it s back would leap\\nAn example he made of the lion there,\\nAnd also of that old shaggy bear.\\nHe had more power than he really knew\\nThe same God, boys, will give it to you.\\nThere was always something by his side,\\nHis joys and pleasures to divide.\\nAh, boys begin it now\\nTo serve your God, He 11 teach you how.\\nHe was sent by his father to the camp\\nTo see his brothers, old Israel s lamp.\\nHe came in like any other boy.\\nTo see the battle; what a joy\\nBut his brothers filled with fright\\nOld Israel in the darkest night.\\nHe was amazed looking on\\nAll of Israel s courage gone", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "106 A Collection of Jewels.\\nHe saw the line of the Philistine host\\nHe saw the giant come out to boast\\nHe was so eager for the sight\\nWondered why they didn t fight.\\nA single challenge Just one man\\nCome out and slay me if you can,\\nThen we your slaves will surely be\\nIf not, the reverse you ll see, you ll see\\nAll Israel trembled at his voice\\nBut one boy in heart rejoiced.\\nI see him standing like a mite,\\nBut powerful he d be when in the fight.\\nWhen the voice of the challenge sounded far,\\nThe darkest night but one star.\\nThrough fright Old Israel wavered back,\\nBut the boy stepped forward, tack, tack.\\nDave s brothers, through love or jealous fright,\\nWanted him to be back out of sight.\\nBut the power of God was vested in Dave\\nHe could walk right up to the brink of the grave.\\nOr look the devil right in the face\\nAnd make him tremble in disgrace.\\nIt doesn t take power, but from God Almighty,\\nThe simplest things confound the mighty\\nBut Saul couldn t see into this thing.\\nAnd doubted Dave with his leather sling.\\nAnd wanted to weight him down with brass\\nWhat Dave didn t think of no more than grass.", "height": "2954", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 107\\nDave didn t wish for sword or gun\\nBut to kill the giant was to him fun\\nJust like going out to play a bit\\nThe biggest target the easiest hit.\\nSo the hosts did all agree\\nTo see the giant kill a flea.\\nThe giant wished for a bigger man,\\nTo make it interesting, man to man\\nBut the simple shall confound the wise\\nIt made Old Israel open her eyes.\\nJust watch David fix his leather,\\nlyook out, all hands, they are coming together\\nlyook at Goliath he looks late\\nWaving his spear, a hundred weight\\nlyook at David he looks early,\\nHis hair in the breezes waving curly\\nDid you hear him, what he said:\\nThe fowls of the air on your flesh be fed\\nDid you hear that gruff, grum voice\\nThat made the Philistines all rejoice?\\nlyook at David whirling the string,\\nTo cast the rock, the fatal thing\\nCor zim\\nRealing ^vim\\nLook at the Philistines conquered, wailing\\nMany fall fainting; hearts failing\\nTheir bitterness of heart no tongue can tell\\nWe see hanging o er them the pall of hell.", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "108 A Collection of Jewels.\\nlyook at Israel what adore\\nNe er such glory revealed before\\nGlory, glory, here and there\\nGlory, glory, everywhere\\nI^ook at David, how he climbs\\nThe giant chest The sword he primes\\nWe see it flashing in the sun\\nIt descends the victory s won\\nNow Saul knows more than he ever knew\\nTwas the power of God that carried them through.\\nSaul was happy but mingled with hate.\\nFor he knew the kingdom would fail them late\\nFor the music was sounded far and near\\nThat Dave had done ten thousands share,\\nAnd the whole world should be his slave\\nSo the ladies about him all around did rave.\\nDavid was lovable, he was, he was\\nHis jewels countless as the stars\\nTwas the power of God vested in this youth\\nTo re-implant again the truth.\\nLet s all pray now, while we can.\\nFor poor, wretched, fallen man\\nFor in the battle of life it s needed\\nIn the calmest sanctum prayer is pleaded.\\nAnd in society pitch it in.\\nFor it covers a multitude of sin.\\nAs Dave grew higher, higher, high,\\nSaul grew lower, low to die", "height": "2954", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 109\\nAs the world, we say, goes round and round,\\nSome go up and some go down.\\nFate strikes all men early or late\\nAnd some fall short of the upper gate.\\nSaul was eager to hold his place,\\nTo escape the glare of the world s disgrace\\nBut one thing he missed and so did you\\nDependence on God to carry him through.\\nBut David begun as a little child,\\nAnd the lyord was with him all the while.\\nDavid stumbled, mind you, mind you.\\nBut thanks to repentance, God carried him through.\\nJustified by Faith, you see, you see?\\nHe 11 be the same with you and me.\\nTis sweet to know for what we are made\\nDavid knew it, and always prayed.\\nThey say that Mary doubts my love.\\nThat I presume it s so\\nThomas doubted Christ the I^ord,\\nBut I m not he, I know.\\nDKFIANCE.\\nThere is a girl in this very town\\nWhom the rest of the girls would love to drown\\nShe d be to them no more n a mitten\\nThey d drown her like I would a kitten.\\nBut she to me is my lady sweet\\nThey must not touch not even her feet.", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "110 A Collection of Jewels.\\nJUST THINK.\\nAs long as we contract with men,\\nAs long as life we ll remain in sin\\nWe cannot live without another,\\nSo we ll contract board with brother.\\nTis the clink of mind against a mind\\nThat draws out sparks a brighter kind\\nSo when we a sister or brother meet,\\nIt makes it purer and better wheat.\\nSo that s the way to sow the seed,\\nThe minds and hands of others feed\\nTo speak or shake a friendly hand\\nWill help us over to the better land,\\nWhere there is naught but love and life,\\nForgetting all the pain and strife.\\nSo things we come in contact here\\nWill make that haven dearer, dear.\\nSo we have naught of which to boast^\\nTis the Father, Son and Holy Ghpst,\\nThree in one and one in three,\\nExtol to all eternity.\\nTis the boasting man who thinks him tall.\\nHe s the very one to get a fall.\\nTo feel natural, yes, we should,\\nAnd then think others a little good.\\nBut, really, there is no good in man,\\nTis the motive either of word or hand", "height": "2954", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. Ill\\nAnd if the motive it is bad,\\nIt makes the angels in heaven sad\\nBut if the motive it is good,\\nIt kills the devil, as it should,\\nAs the devil trembles when he sees\\nThe weakest ant upon his knees.\\nTHE PRAYER.\\nDear God, as Thou art high,\\nlyook down on us with pitying eye,\\nAnd cleanse our sins, I^ord, O, I^ord, do.\\nFor oft we know not what we do.\\nThose of Thine, lyord, feel so small\\nUnworthy to be called Thine at all.\\nSAY.\\nIf the ladies charged a dime a look,\\nI d bankrupt as to where betook.\\nBut to look at beauty doesn t cost a cent-,\\nGratifying until to age be lent\\nSo I am glad that peeps are free.\\nIs it better than possession, thinkest thee?\\nI am just a thinking well, I don t know,\\nPerhaps some day I ll let you know.\\nWhen a man has a bird of her he ll brag.\\nIf every day she gets his tag\\nBut the wear and tear and tare and tret\\nOf her aft while he begins to fret.", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "112 A Collection of Jewels.\\nShall I say just take a peep\\nNo if I did I d certainly weep\\nlyooks are cheaper than to beg,\\nAs a chick is better than a broken gg.\\nThere are a few, like Paul, who can discern\\nTis better to marry than to burn.\\nSo just look little more n a look,\\nAs Jacob to himself a wife he took,\\nAnd to Abraham s lineage gave\\nMany more to fill the grave.\\nAnd to fight the battle or sing a song,\\nAnd push the mighty work along.\\nLAMP.\\nThere is one love, the sweetest kind.\\nThe purest love Oh it is divine\\nAnd that love is mine I know\\nI live by it where er I go.\\nNo other love so sweet to me,\\nMy light-house on the stormy sea.\\nThe angels lull on its balconies\\nAnd waive the banner to the breeze\\nThey trim the lamp and keep it bright\\nTo guide my wandering ship a-right.\\nThey thrum the harp, to them so dear\\nOh that sweet music that I hear.", "height": "2954", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 113\\nThe faces that I recognize\\nMake me eager for the skies\\nAnd make me love the bitter strife,\\nKnowing twas worse in the Savior s life.\\nWhy should I bother, why, oh, why\\nHe left His throne for me to die.\\nTHE PRINCE OF PKACK\u00e2\u0080\u0094 THE SON OF THE\\nKING.\\nSome people sing of this or that,\\nI always sang where er I sat\\nThere is one of whom I love to sing,\\nAnd He, indeed, the Son of the King.\\nHe touches all that ever I touch,\\nTis why I love that One so much.\\nHe goes where er my footsteps lend,\\nHe s always near, my cries attend\\nHe is, indeed, my polished groom.\\nHe s with me in my lonely room.\\nWould I swap Him for anything\\nNo of Him I ll always sing.\\nWhen I seat myself to write.\\nHe s wnth me, even day and night\\nWhate er I take, pencil or pen.\\nHis gentle touch there s wisdom in.\\nHe can make a man of even a goose.\\nHim to you may I introduce.", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "114 A Collectio7i of Jewels.\\nUnworthy man, indeed, I am,\\nAnd He so gentle, precious Lamb\\nHe came to save a wretch like me.\\nHe died, He died on Calvary.\\nBut He arose again, thank God, thank God,\\nAnd walks with me while on the sod.\\nWhat an honor just to be\\nI/cd by one so great as He\\nJust like He went He s coming again\\nTo gather in the precious grain.\\nWon t we be glad, oh, won t we laugh,\\nIf He doesn t throw us with the chaff?\\nWhat a boon a grant to brook\\nOne moment on his face to look.\\nToo grand, too grand for mortal eye.\\nTo see his beauty we must die.\\nOh, be changed just like He,\\nThen we ll all of heaven see.\\nPITY.\\nGreat God, have mercy on such a town\\nWho d insist on keeping thy power down\\nKvery effort that you make.\\nThrough your agent, the world to wake\\nIs nipped by evil in the bud,\\nAnd the banner drabbled in the mud\\nBut, by faith, we revive again,\\nAnd pick the banner up again.", "height": "2954", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 115\\nThose by whom the world should lead\\nWould glory in making an angel bleed\\nBut in the spirit no bone or blood,\\nSo, banner, rise up out the mud.\\nThe angels in heaven are having fun,\\nTo see you conquer a million to one\\nThough they fight gainst you and I,\\nThey ll need the banner when they die.\\nRejoice, for you are sure to rule\\nYour enemies, indeed, your foot-stool\\nFor that I am, I am I know\\nAm leading you wheresoe er you go.\\nKeep an eye on the promise and faith in me,\\nAnd I will lead you through you 11 see\\nMy power I ll vest in such a man\\nTo establish my word into the land.\\nBEWARE.\\nIt is the law handed to man\\nBy the Holy Book at God s command\\nDo unto others as you d have them do.\\nMy friend and brother, to you, to you\\nTwould cause less pain and heaven on earth\\nIf you d but give that spirit birth.\\nBeware of the jack-leg lawyers and docks.\\nThey health, and morals, and happiness lock\\nAnd professional jurors who hanker around", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "116 A Collection of Jewels.\\nTo get on the jury to keep truth down,\\nThey can be bought with a drink of gin,\\nOr at the polls a vote put in.\\nTis a matter of time, though, to catch such fools,\\nAs such come naked, but the truth doth rule\\nIf we d swap coats with the devil a time.\\nWe d have a slaughter to make it rhyme.\\nIf I had murdered as many as they,\\nI d be in torment night and day.\\nDo unto others as you d have them do.\\nAre you looking for some one to murder you\\nBald-headed men dying day by day,\\nAnd yet they in their vomit stay.\\nAnything to get in place.\\nNot caring a thing for the gross disgrace.\\nThough one be raised up from the dead,\\nWill you still by the devil on earth be fed\\nI ll tell you this, tho bitter to tell,\\nYou ll cry for Christ when you re in hell\\nBut the angel wings in heaven that flutter,\\nYou ve made your bed, lie in the gutter.\\nWas it Snodgrass or Jesus Christ\\nCan t you tell it without thinking twice?\\nWho made the law prospects turn out\\nThe field of hope can t do without.\\nHope is the flower, the world the field.\\nThe grain it ripens on Time s great wheel.", "height": "2954", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 117\\nDon t you know we live on hope?\\nWithout it we d in darkness cope\\nChrist is the law without a flaw,\\nThe golden rule, the precious law.\\nMy dear God, will it ever be\\nAn eye in law that it might see\\nWould to God that solid men\\nWould get in ofiice and conquor sin\\nSuch a law as that will damn the world,\\nAnd keep God s prominence in a whirl\\nRuling out prospects, why, I say,\\nTwould throw the world in the darkest day.\\nI don t believe that any sane man\\nWould make such a law, to kill if you can\\nI d meet him in any way and place\\nAnd show him the skum of the world s disgrace.\\nIf I couldn t do no better I know\\nI d certainly take the plow and hoe.\\nBOTHER.\\nDear God, hadn t I the power of clinging to Thee,\\nThe disappoints of life would murder me\\nAnd when e er I disappoint a friend,\\nBitter remorse my steps attend\\nThough I be ignorant of the offence,\\nTo learn it later would take my sense,\\nAnd darker the clouds before the sun,\\nThe more I love the offended one.", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "118 A Collection of Jewels.\\nTis strange that one who loves the right,\\nBe held in such a gloomy night\\nWe must, we will, repent and pray,\\nStill watching for the dawning day.\\nOf these things we must not fret,\\nBeyond the clouds He s shining yet\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nIt takes all this to make it rhyme,\\nWhile waiting on His precious time.\\nA WHISPER.\\nThink not of your troubles, brother,\\nBut the only true and living God\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAnd all them will smother.\\nFret not of evil-doers, sister,\\nFor in the flames of a seething hell\\nTheir souls are sure to blister.\\nThough they be legion\u00e2\u0080\u0094 many, many,\\nTheir fruits in heaven not worth a penny.\\nFret not, even to brook\\nOne moment on their graves to look\\nAnd when you reach the golden shade,\\nTwas I, you ll know, be not afraid.\\nMARY S I.ITTI.K I.AMB.\\nMary had a little lamb\\nAnd he shook his tail, and he shook his tail\\nHe followed her to school one day\\nAnd he shook his tail, and he shook his tail.", "height": "2954", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "A Collection 0/ Jewels. 119\\nHe got on top of the teacher s bench,\\nAnd shook his tail, and shook his tail\\nIt made the teacher very sad,\\nBut he shook his tail he shook his tail.\\nThe teacher turned the poor lamb out,\\nBut he shook his tail, he shook his tail\\nIt made the children laugh and shout,\\nBut he shook his tail he shook his tail.\\nHe stood upon his big hind feet\\nAnd shook his tail, and shook his tail,\\nHe gave a jump about ten feet.\\nAnd shook his tail, and shook his tail.\\nHe was, indeed, a smart little lamb,\\nFor he shook his tail, he shook his tail.\\nHe grew up to be a great big sheep,\\nAnd shook his tail, and shook his tail\\nHe certainly was a wise old sheep.\\nFor he shook his tail, he shook his tail.\\nThe last time I saw that sheep\\nHe was shaking his tail his beautiful tail.\\nHe thought a great deal of himself,\\nFor he d shake his tail, his pretty tail.\\nI know that you will publish this,\\nFor he shook his tail that wonderful tail.\\nYou wish to publish wonderful things,\\nTwould make him shake his tail.\\nIf you would put his tail in press,\\nTwould make him shake his tail.", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "120 A Collection of Jewels.\\nSII.I.Y.\\nThat big boy he got him a gun,\\nHe shot, he shot it just for fun\\nHe shot a goat in self-defense,\\nHe shot him in the eye and he jumped the fence.\\nHe shot, he shot, h^ shot a hog\\nHe shot him in the foot and he jumped a log.\\nHe shot, he shot, and the ball was brass\\nHe shot a mule while eating grass.\\nHe shot ^he aimed right where he hit,\\nHe shot a dog and away he split\\nHe shot, he shot, he shot at a cat,\\nHe shot a mouse, he shot a rat.\\nHe shot, he shot, he shot a coon\\nHe shot her late and he shot her soon,\\nHe shot, he shot, till he broke his gun\\nAnd he kept shooting as he run.\\nTRUTH.\\nJust watch the truth, day by day\\nIts never in debt more n it can pay\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nKre my soul in sin would rot\\nI d pay to the truth all I ve got.\\nIts word, its bond, in any strife\\nIts word its bond, its real life.\\nThough it be crushed to earth by sin,\\nA matter of time twill rise again", "height": "2954", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 121\\nChrist the emblem, the real truth,\\nThough he be old, but still a youth\\nAnd when it rises, as it will,\\nIt reveals old evil in the swill.\\nSo, honor the truth, do, oh, do,\\nAnd its most sure to honor you.\\nTo swallow the truth, tis a bitter cup.\\nYou can t digest it, throw it up.\\nThe mighty whale tried truth a puff.\\nBut he really din t have gall enough.\\nAre you waiting for truth to die\\nWhy, its sure to outlive you or I\\nWhy, you are dying day by day,\\nAnd truth grows fatter, fatter, say\\nAre you afraid truth will richer grow\\nWhy, it owns the whole world, don t you know\\nDon t be silly, have some sense,\\nHonor your Master and go hence\\nFor its far better than all the world.\\nIn your crown a polished pearl,\\nAnd the angels in heaven will of you sing.\\nAnd come in time your soul to bring.\\nGOI^DKN GRAIN.\\nWhen I fold my hands across my breast\\nAnd enter into that sweet rest.\\nMy guardian angel, with my soul,", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "122 A Collection of Jewels.\\nWill wend its way to the world of gold,\\nAnd the Father will say, Well done my boy,\\nEnter into thy Father s joy.\\nCould any thoughts more precious be,\\nWhile I walk on earth, my God, with thee\\nCould any foretaste be more sweet,\\nThan the precious thought, my Savior greet\\nI see that precious joy afar.\\nMy heavenly home, my beckoning star.\\nAll on earth that I have done,\\nWas for the honor of the Father s Son\\nWhat e er I did, what e er I said,\\nI, by the Spirit of God was led,\\nAnd what others couldn t understand.\\nThey ll find it right in the better land.\\nAs by the blood of the Lamb souls are bought.\\nThe prophecies of the wicked shall come to naught,\\nWhen the righteous awake from disgusted slumber,\\nTheir prophecies will come according to number.\\nAs evil fell upon his sword,\\nI ll repay thee saith the Lord.\\nSOFT.\\nI know to publish what I wrote\\nWould take the hair from a billy-goat\\nSo, I do not censure you at all,\\nAs you ll need your fur-coat for the fall.", "height": "2954", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 123\\nBut as in the pulpit I do not preach,\\nThere is no other channel by which to reach\\nBut the seed will scatter all around,\\nThere is no way possible to keep it down.\\nAs Christ said not of it to boast,\\nThe more twas fed unto the host,\\nWe oft make evil sing a song.\\nAnd push the gospel cart along.\\nSo don t bother to put in print,\\nI ts sure of the mission for which tis sent.\\nJust hand it to your baby boy\\nAnd he ll make of it a toy,\\nAnd as he tosses it about\\nA friendly zephyr will take it out\\nAnd hand it to the cruel breeze\\nSome will frown and others please.\\nBut those who frown will soon convict,\\nAnd into life will come it quick.\\nSo don t wear it, unless it fit.\\nOr ask the hatter his work to quit.\\nThose of God s who are realty so,\\nlyove to hear the zephyrs blow,\\nAnd those who are fed by evil s hand,\\nWould kill the Savior at command.\\nSo, raise the banner to the skies,\\nAnd see the simple confound the wise.\\nI know the hole that they are in\\nThe water is hot, I ll pour it in.", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "124 A Collection of Jewels.\\nThere comes the president looking swag,\\nHis own dignity has got his tag.\\nHere comes the lawyer, dead to his knees,\\nCovered with muck and filthy grease.\\nHere comes general manager, he s a peeler,\\nHe looks indeed, like a ring-tail squeeler.\\nHere comes stock holder, flunky punk,\\nIs it a polecat or a skunk\\nAnother stock holder, isn t he a bird\\nHe looks indeed, like a rusty word.\\nJust look at the stock holders, little and big,\\nComing out, coming out, riggledy-rig.\\nHere comes second lawyer can t hardly spinit.\\nHe certainly wishes he hadn t been in it.\\nJust look how they flounder and flout.\\nJust give them time, they ll all come out.\\nHot water is a good thing to pour in a hole,\\nAs the truth is for any man s soul.\\nHere comes the law-maker, I thought it was all,\\nIn a mighty mucky place to be so tall\\nHere comes the banker and stock holder, too.\\nWhat on earth does he look like to you\\nPoor thing, he thought his influence grand,\\nWas enough to conquer God s own man.\\nBut the monkeys used the cat s paw to pull out the\\nnuts\\nJust look at the birds!", "height": "2954", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 125\\nTHE POOR ARTIST.\\nWhen first I heard of my Savior dear\\nTwas something sweet unto my ear\\nBut e er since to me conscience came\\nThere was something sweeter than I could name\\nAnd now, whenever I feel him so,\\nThere is no other place I wish to go\\nPerfectly calm, so sweet, so sweet,\\nFrom the crown of my head to the sole of my feet.\\nAnd when I heard of His promises grand,\\nI took Him firmer by the hand\\nNothing on earth to compare Him to,\\nI know one thing, He s brought me through.\\nThe flesh is weak, without Him I know,\\nI to the bottomless pit would go.\\nHe s everything on earth to me,\\nMy life preserver on the sea.\\nIt makes me feel a little wrong\\nTo hunt for Him comparison\\nHe is the way, the truth, the life.\\nAnd none can prevail against Him in strife.\\nLet your body a temple be,\\nThen, perhaps, you ll feel and see\\nIf we d all do just like we should,\\nWe d taste and see that the Lord is good.\\nDon t doubt His promise. If you do.\\nYou certainly of that day will rue", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "126 A Collectioji of Jewels,\\nWisdom isn t at a jump\\nYou ll have to start it from the stump.\\nFirst seek His kingdom, He has said,\\nThen all good things to you He ll shed\\nDon t wish for vain things or easy place.\\nBut follow the Savior in the chase.\\nSome will follow you with good wishes,\\nAnd many for the five loaves and the fishes\\nBut pray on, always in the chase,\\nThere is no other way to grow in grace.\\nYour Father, a King, in His own good time.\\nWill bring back to you what He designed\\nThe fragments of what the robbers leave,\\nThe righteous crust do not grieve.\\nTo tell it in every straight and crook,\\nI d have to read you my whole book\\nAnd that is the honey of many years,\\nThe drippings of doubts and many fears.\\nThrough every battle a victory crop,\\nI find the truth will rise on top\\nJust look it in the eye and see\\nThe portrait-painter of Calvary.\\nTHK GOLDKN EGG.\\nTo publish a sermon every day\\nAnd throw your chaffy trash away,", "height": "2954", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 127\\nYour paper in value would enhance,\\nAs patronage toward you d advance.\\nProfit by a scrub s advice,\\nAnd always publish something nice.\\nThere is Brother Haywood, an orator, indeed,\\nAnd there is Brother Matthews, for whom I also plead.\\nAnd there is Brother Sullivan, to whom there is no\\npeer.\\nAnd there is Brother Harris, much to the people dear.\\nAnd their Presiding Elder, who all do love to see.\\nWhy not push the word along, just for you and me?\\nJust do this, and the gospel cart along the road will\\ngo,\\nAnd the rising generation, boys, will be inspired to\\ncrow\\nYou don t have to publish, or even have to sing\\nAccording to monopoly or the evil ring.\\nYou will do this I know you can.\\nWaive the royal banner, come out and be a man.\\nSo hang your hatchet on a peg,\\nDon t kill the hen that laid the golden egg.\\nMY GUEST.\\nGentle Savior be with me.\\nAlong life s journey on the sea\\nDo gently touch the pilot wheel.\\nAnd the ship will go both mast and keel.", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "128 A Collection of Jewels.\\nUpon the sail thy gentle push\\nWill send the ship where er thou d wish\\nThy beautiful scenery all along,\\nThe rippling waves a pleasant song.\\nWhen the angry waves are rolling high,\\nThy gentle whisper, It is I,\\nWill make the waves submissive be.\\nAll my journey on the sea.\\nThou knowest where the fishes stay.\\nThou knowest where the breakers lay\\nWe ll glide along in pleasant places.\\nAnd enjoy Thy princely graces.\\nWe ll see our home prepared afar.\\nIn bold relief our beaconing star\\nJust the thoughts of it so grand\\nWe re able to enjoy the border-land.\\nWhen we reach the golden gate,\\nWhere the angels for us wait.\\nToo grand, too grand to paint it here.\\nJust the thoughts, so dear, so dear\\nCONFIDKNCB.\\nI^ead me over this, I pray,\\nlycad me over night and day\\nOver the gulf called Misunderstand,\\nThough heart to heart and hand to hand.", "height": "2954", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 129\\nHope for me and I for you,\\nHope for hope will carry us through.\\nFor I am convinced it s God s design,\\nThe fairest of all of womankind\\nAnd when the old wheel rolls around,\\nSolid to the truth I ll be found.\\nTRIUMPH.\\nCalvary s flag waves o er the land,\\nKvil trembles from head to hand,\\nBut aft awhile begins to sing,\\nAnd waves the flag of Calvary s King,\\nCalvary s King, Calvary s King,\\nAnd waves the flag of Calvary s King.\\nThe flag s been trampled under foot,\\nBut now its raised, in place is put\\nCome, all ye people, tribute bring.\\nAnd wave the flag of Calvary s King,\\nCalvary s King, Calvary s King,\\nAnd raise the flag of Calvary s King.\\nA gross disgrace upon your head.\\nTo those who won t by Christ be led\\nCome with all instruments and sing.\\nAnd wave the flag of Calvary s King,\\nCalvary s King, Calvary s King,\\nAnd wave the flag of Calvary s King.", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "130 A Collection of Jewels.\\nWliy would you smother His Word, so true\\nHe died for others, as well as you.\\nThrow down your dagger, and palm leaves bring,\\nAnd wave the flag of Calvary s King,\\nCalvary s King, Calvary s King,\\nAnd wave the flag of Calvary s King.\\nKvil never gets all its wish.\\nBut oft is thrown in Calvary s push\\nAnd of his fall the angels sing.\\nAnd wave the flag of Calvary s King,\\nCalvary s King, Calvary s King,\\nAnd wave the flag of Calvary s King.\\nCalvary s King is all in all.\\nAnd will raise up those who fall\\nIf you can t do naught but crawl and sing.\\nAnd wave the flag of Calvary s King,\\nCalvary s King, Calvary s King,\\nAnd wave the flag of Calvary s King.\\nYou ll have to wave, we know it well.\\nYou 11 wish to wave when you re in hell\\nBut now, indeed, is the time to sing.\\nAnd wave the flag of Calvary s King,\\nCalvary s King, Calvary s King,\\nAnd wave the flag of Calvary s King.\\nRKSOI.VK.\\nThe world is my trial.\\nBut God is my judge", "height": "2954", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "A CGllectio7i of Jewels. 131\\nMy conscience is clear,\\nFrom truth I 11 not budge.\\nI 11 stand by the cannon,\\nBy the power of grace\\nAnd the logs of the fortress\\nI 11 see them misplaced.\\nI 11 march through the rank\\nOf the abominable foe,\\nAnd wave the grand banner\\nTo the skies just so.\\nTEMPTATION ON THE) MOUNT.\\nWhen satan took the Savior, Christ,\\nUpon the Mount to tease,\\nHe thought what fun that he would have\\nAnd all the world would please.\\nHe asked him what of this or that.\\nAnd repeated the rule of tit-for-tat.\\nChrist said little, but what He said\\nAlmost killed old satan dead.\\nBut Christ knew satan was hard to kill.\\nSo let him kill himself at will.\\nHe turned it what he called a joke.\\nWhen he saw that he couldn t Christ provoke.\\nFor forty days and forty nights\\nHe tried to rule Christ for his rights", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "132 A Collectio7i of Jewels.\\nBut after a while he hungry grew,\\nAnd knew that Christ was hungry too.\\nSo in order that he himself be fed,\\nHe wished He d turn the rock to bread\\nBut Christ is stubborn when He wishes,\\nAnd pushed him over in the bushes.\\nBut Satan, a hard old lump of sin,\\nCollected self and come again.\\nIt tickled him almost to die,\\nThe thought of seeing the Savior fly.\\nHe wished to see Christ jump and run,\\nThat he might have a little more fun.\\nAnd offered Him, the world and all,\\nIf He would fly and never fall.\\nChrist, to prove His power grand,\\nBeckoned satan with His hand\\nSatan jumped just like one shot.\\nAnd his dignity all forgot.\\nAnd trembled he from head to foot.\\nAnd got back where the Savior put.\\nThe seed of the woman, as twas said,\\nWill always bruise the serpent s head.\\nAnd now, where er the Christian goes,\\nThe devil sticks his smoky nose\\nBut just a look, he ll drop his head\\nAnd feel that he was almost dead.", "height": "2954", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 133\\nCHRISTMAS, 12-24- 99.\\nThis is the day, the eve of the birth\\nOf the King of Kings, and the Lord of earth.\\nBlessed be Mary, the mother of God,\\nWe ll sing her grand praises while on the sod.\\nThanks be to God for the prophets of old.\\nWho really knew more than ever was told.\\nBut the grandest words and the sweetest refrain\\nWhen He said to His people, I m coming again.\\nChristmas in spirit, the birth of a soul\\nThey are born in youth as well as when old\\nBut the younger that s born have longer to live.\\nAnd the fruits of their living to others to give\\nWill bring them more blessings and fit them to be\\nWelcome with Jesus His grand company\\nTo join in the chorus, the sweetest refrain\\nJust what He said. He was coming again.\\nJust take His word for it shaketh the earth.\\nAnd causes more souls in hearts to have birth.\\nBe named in the list of His grand company,\\nBy prayers and repentance. His blood-bought fee\\nHave an ear for His music and a conscience so sweet.\\nPerfectly happy, thy brother to greet.\\nAnd most happily join in the sweetest refrain\\nJust what He said, He was coming again.", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "134 A Collection of Jewels.\\nTHE STANDARD.\\nChrist, indeed, is my measuring stick.\\nAnd I, the world, too short\\nStill I am trying to stretch myself,\\nTo deliver what He has bought.\\nHe paid the same price for you.\\nBalled up all in a knot.\\nNow begin to unroll yourself\\nA bundle of rags or not.\\nHe didn t buy hogs, sheep, cattle or dogs,\\nBut humble souls of men.\\nWould you consider yourself as such,\\nContinue to roll in sin.\\nHis agents are here to inspect His stock,\\nAnd to judge if He is cheated;\\nHe expects the humble prayers of men,\\nAnd to turn out those belated.\\nConsider really what you are,\\nI know I m less than good.\\nAnd would think better of myself,\\nIf I was as I should.\\nDIFFERENT IDEAS.\\nSome take religion as a romantic affair\\nBut it reaches really further than all of that.\\nSome take religion as a money making scheme,", "height": "2954", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 135\\nBut that s where satan on it sat.\\nI d get tired had I naught else to do,\\nThan look upon this hollow world and all its\\nhollow crew.\\nWould you sell your Savior for romance or for gold,\\nWho bled and died upon the tree of Calvary, of old?\\nLook for the Spirit deeper than all of that you ll see,\\nAnd all the good there is in it will come out unto thee.\\nI d get tired had I naught else to do.\\nThan look upon this hollow world and all it s hollow\\ncrew.\\nA WOUNDKD SPIRIT.\\nHave I wounded a spirit that loved me,\\nAnd one that I loved so dear\\nShe is perfectly welcome to vengeance.\\nIf it takes her more than a year.\\nThough the time and the place was forgotten.\\nTo meet and consummate dear\\nBy the cares and doubts and other things.\\nBeen pressing for manj^ a year.\\nTwas faintly whisped unto me.\\nThat a Spirit was wounded somewhere\\nNot knowing he was onto the mission,\\nOr anything else in the air.", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "136 A Collection of Jewels.\\nReflecting back on to the discourse\\nWhen He left me to go on my way,\\nThe time of the meeting had vanished,\\nAnd never d appointed a day.\\nTwas bitter the life to live over,\\nAnd fight the old battle again\\nBut God is in it, I know it\\nAnd sweetens the bitter refrain.\\nTime, friendly Time, and its mission,\\nBearing round on its sturdy old wheel.\\nWill bring back bitter or sweetness,\\nAs the Spirit is willing to heal.\\nSo the stabs to my heart now are healing\\nThough thrust by my own neglect\\nI 11 go on and live on in waiting,\\nBut God s own will to expect.\\nThe Oueen of Peace expected\\nTo meet at that proper time,\\nBut the grace of God is sufiicient\\nTo wait on what He has designed.\\nPersecutions I have had.\\nAnd the)^ often make me, dear Lord, sad\\nBut persecutions cannot last.\\nAs I my mind on Thee have fast.\\nlycad me, lead me,\\nAll along the way.", "height": "2954", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 137\\nA PRAYER.\\nDear Jesus, let me lay my soul on Thee\\nTill I cross this stormy sea,\\nAnd when the lightning and thunder is o er\\nI 11 be able to love Thee more,\\nI know that Thou art in the storm,\\nAnd naught can do me any harm\\nWhile I neath Thy wings do hide,\\nThou will all my wants provide.\\nNAME IT.\\nTis bitterness, dear God, to be\\nRobbed of all on earth to me.\\nShould he who hinders Thy cause on earth\\nPerish where he had his birth.\\nOr is it according to Thy decree\\nFor him to continue to persecute me\\nIs it forgotten of Henry Clay,\\nWho would have led us from the darkest day,\\nOr evil who beat him in the race.\\nAnd turned the world a grave disgrace.\\nAnd feigned to the world to be as dead\\nBut robbed the government half-million instead\\nWill the Fayette county murderer of an early day\\nEscape the prayers of those who pray\\nWe know full well that blood will tell", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "138 A Collection of Jewels.\\nVengeance is mine hear it well\\nHistory teaches all the route\\nA matter of time murder will out.\\nBvil in the future will find his match,\\nAs evil from evil always hatch.\\nAnd when it comes his time to pay\\nA stab to his heart himself to slay,\\nAs Joshua upon God s word he stood,\\nAnd saw the evil turn to good.\\nHe is waiting for me to make a break.\\nTo put out the fire or spoil the cake\\nBut I^azarus in heaven no doubt did sing:\\nYou are buried behind an apron string\\nBut that string is the chord that holds\\nThe jewels of honor more than gold.\\nWe speak of miracles now-a-days,\\nThere are miracles now that pays\\nFor I have escaped a killing fuss\\nSay that isn t miraculous\\nNo sanctification in the world so wide\\nBut there are some who are justified.\\nCharity, the crown of the Righteous King,\\nTo whom for sensure s homage bring.\\nWe know He said it to whom he dined,\\nCast not your pearls before the swine.\\nSo when we find them brutes to be\\nWe ll handle them as such, you see.", "height": "2954", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0152.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 139\\nI know the generation is not not so vile\\nTo allow God s cause to be defiled,\\nFor here is one walk, stand or lie,\\nWho is perfectly willing for it to die.\\nAnd there are others, better than he,\\nWho wrote this piece and hand it to thee.\\nA DREAM.\\nI dreamed a dream ten months ago\\nAnd the interpretation so\\nBore deeply on my mind.\\nWho knoweth God s deaign?\\nThough it be only a dream,\\nAs dreams never turn out what they seem.\\nBut this was one, a peculiar kind,\\nIs why it bore so on my mind.\\nAt first I passed it off as naught,\\nAs though something by evil bought,\\nBut e er the lapse of a week or two,\\nIt two-thirds came verbatim true.\\nAnd since the ten months lapse, each week\\nTwo-thirds of it again would speak,\\nAnd twould leave another impress\\nOf some poor creature in distress,\\nAs the blood of Abel on the ground\\nAfter Cain continually hound.", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0153.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "140 A Collection of Jewels.\\nBut oft twas whispered in my ear\\nA small sweet voice, but I could hear\\nWeep not, w^eep not, my son\\nIt was another who fired the gun.\\nOr kept his lying in the way\\nAnd drove her off till another day.\\nThe dream right here to you I ll tell\\nI ll never forget, I know it well.\\nI was walking through a field one day\\nA hare jumped up and would not stay\\nI didn t see till too far gone\\nIf I had caught, it would it have been my own\\nI went on then a few steps further\\nAnd the very same way out ran another.\\nI stepped right then behind a knoll\\nAnd there lay two, but almost cold\\nBut their eyes were bright with joy a time\\nAs heep of things are not a crime.\\nThey seeing me, began to shiver,\\nRolled off together in the river,\\nTen or twelve feet out my sight.\\nThey floated down to what but night?\\nThe interpretation to me is plain,\\nAs I began to dream again.\\nThe interpretation, hit or miss,\\nI ll tell you here, my friends, was this\\nThe first hare jumped was a girl,", "height": "2954", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0154.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 141\\nThat I might take her for my pearl\\nThe next hare jumped was a pearl,\\nThat I might take her for my girl.\\nThe two lying side by side\\nWere the ones who went and married the while.\\nAnd the representation of the 10 or 12 feet\\nWas the time some day perhaps we ll meet.\\nAnd e er since, as I told before,\\nHas been repeated o er and o er.\\nNow the second dream to you I ll tell\\nI know it as the other, well\\nI was at a convent or elsewhere\\nIt might have been the World s Fair\\nSeated by a stranger friend.\\nThe one alluded to came in.\\nI saw her pale and haggard be\\nI saw her but she didn t see me.\\nI didn t speak a word to friend,\\nMy eyes to her I did attend.\\nI heard him say to another by.\\nPale and haggard she was, why?\\nThere was to her then, in the grave,\\nThe only one whom God had gave,\\nAnd what came thundering to my ear\\nWas he dead or he no more her dear.\\nAs things are not just as they seem,\\nWe ll consider it only a dream.", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0155.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "142 A Collection of Jewels.\\nA SURRKNDKR.\\nlyist how my ears do ring,\\nThe battle is. over, the angels sing\\nlyist, the departing spirits who fell\\nAre writhing in a flaming hell.\\nWatch, the evil one again will try to rise\\nAnd wipe damnation from his eyes.\\nA calm it is, but this we know,\\nThat evil is mustering his arms so\\nTo strike where least expectant we.\\nThat they might drown us in the sea.\\nDo they wish to surrender, is it so\\nAnd know not how to approach hero\\nA surrender, this we know they hate\\nTo meet the conqueror their fate\\nBut all such we know will have to be\\nAfter a famous victory.\\nSo get the bottle and the quill\\nAnd sign the war a peace, be still.\\nAre you sure of war, that you re tired,\\nAnd wish to flee from whom you re hired\\nAre you sure you have struck a fact\\nAre your arms of rebellion already stacked\\nIn truth, a hero would lift his hat\\nAnd present a sword just like that.\\nA sword of peace, a sword of truth,\\nYears nineteen hundred, but still a youth.", "height": "2954", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0156.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 143\\nTwill cut while lying in the shade,\\nTwill cut keener than a two-edged blade\\nThe enemy will flee at just a shake,\\nThe devils in their hells will quake.\\nHe told the same to others before,\\nGo in peace and sin no more\\nAnd the lame who always balked,\\nTook up his hated bed and walked.\\nAny, it seems, to God would flee,\\nlyift the heart and bend the knee.\\nMY FORTE.\\nI have no other refuge, I^ord,\\nTis Thee, and only Thee\\nWere it not for Thee, dear I^ord,\\nI d hang my harp upon the tree.\\nMy fingers no more its strings would wake,\\nMy voice in unison no more would take\\nMy heart so cold, so cold, would be.\\nCould it not sing, my God, to Thee.\\nCould I not write thy precious rhymes.\\nThat s lifted me so many times.\\nWould life to others be worth giving\\nWould my own be worth the living.\\nNo, to live would be a sigh,\\nA stranger to charity would I", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0157.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "144 A Collection of Jewels.\\nA brute, indeed, upon life s sea,\\nWere it not, my God, for l^hee.\\nBut, as it is, that thou art mine.\\nAnd to know that I am thine.\\nMakes me hopeful and willing to wait,\\nTo meet Thee at the golden gate.\\nOppression, this we plainly see.\\nEnables to learn much more of Thee\\nAnd pleasure, in a worldly sense.\\nDraws from us thy confidence.\\nWean us, L^ord, from all things vile,\\nAnd point us upward all the while\\nAnd when the battle here is fought.\\nGather in thy jewels bought.\\nAnd praises be to Christ, our King,\\nLet heaven with all its music ring\\nStrike the harps on every string,\\nGlory, glory to the King.\\nToo bitter to be bitter.\\nToo sweet to be sweet.\\nIn eighteen and ninety-six I thought evil was dead.\\nAnd no more in my pathway through life he would\\ntread\\nI moved to a city to live at my ease,\\nWith plenty of money my fancies to please.", "height": "2954", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0158.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 145\\nE*re I settled in the city, the place of my choice,\\nThe devils rose up, and all in a voice,\\nSaying he has got money, the thing that we like.\\nWe 11 sharpen our spears, that him we may strike.\\nWe 11 set our net here and bait it so nice,\\nWith worldly provender the worldly would slice\\nMore flattering devices than any would think,\\nA spider could weave or sweetest cup brink.\\nThe shepherds of the gospel knew there was a man\\nWho could lead them from darkness at the beck of a\\nhand\\nThey wished now to handle without drabbing his\\nwing,\\nThat they might put him up where he could sing.\\nThe mode they adopted was one nice and fine.\\nMost any would like of all mortal kind\\nNot knowing the bird that he was then feeding,\\nTheir wishes for them to him they kept pleading.\\nWe needn t wish anything any other way.\\nWhen God s at the helm to move or to stay\\nThere are many things transpire, we know not their\\nmeaning.\\nProvidence provides from the world to be weaning.\\nTis an unhappy life to live only by sight,\\nThe bright star of Faith is the lamp of the night\\nBe calm in the battle, be armed with the truth.\\nThough dead as with old age, still but a youth.", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0159.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "146 A Collection of Jewels.\\nThough circled by evil s net for all you are worth,\\nRemember the true God from whom you have birth\\nKnow that your calling is to follow the truth,\\nBe watchful and prayerful, for it is forsooth.\\nBe strong in the faith we know that you can.\\nThe devices of some will perish with man\\nThe prophecies of the wicked will melt back to\\nnaught,\\nYou 11 know what a victory when the battle is fought.\\nThe spirit is better than cannon or spear,\\nA victory without blood, a victory so dear\\nThe battles I ve fought and won in this city\\nWould make anyone strong, wise and witty.\\nFrom the top to the bottom, from bottom to top.\\nRolling over in spirit, but throw them coflop\\nI^awyers and stockholders, and witnesses no few.\\nBut conquered by one man as though they were but\\ntwo.\\nStand like a lion that had shook out the world\\nAnd crushed every missile that was e er at him hurled\\nStand like the Christ, who would always forgive,\\nAnd the most repentant devil would always let live.", "height": "2954", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0160.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 147\\nPROVERBIAL.\\nCHAPTER I.\\n1.\\nIt doen t take a sage to tell,\\nThat matrimony isn t heaven,\\nNor single blessedness hell.\\n2.\\nMortals on earth like chicks in a shell,\\nAt death they re hatched for\\nHeaven or hell.\\n3.\\nThe prayerful judgment of jaybird\\nTo give him time,\\nBetter than the snap- judgement of a Judge\\nTo make it rhyme.\\n4.\\nThe poor often wish rich people to greet\\nFools make the feast\\nAnd smart people eat.\\n5.\\nIt doesn t take a sage to tell\\nThat a gambler is sure of the inevitable hell,\\nAnd I know we all should pray\\nThat they might quit it right away.", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0161.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "148 A Collection of Jewels.\\n6.\\nA drunkard, though he be in the swim,\\nIs robbed of everything, limb to limb.\\n7.\\nTemperance is a thing of grace\\nEverything in its place.\\n8.\\nI^ife, tis said, is what we tend.\\nMay the I^ord, our God, our lives defend.\\n9.\\nBy the fruits of men the same are known\\nHither in growing up, or grown.\\n10.\\nLet this your motto always be,\\nFor Christ, our God victory.\\n11.\\nSome will be laughing and some be crying,\\nWhen the greatest men in the world are dying.\\n12.\\nWe should improve our precious time,\\nAnd make to others our lives sublime.\\n13.\\nIndeed, tis sweet to tell.\\nThat a man of God", "height": "2954", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0162.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 149\\nCan t even dwell\\nHis mind on hell.\\n14.\\nThey wont move toward God to turn,\\nBut they will have to move,\\nOr in hell to burn.\\n15.\\nFrom off the truth we shouldn t budge,\\nThe prayerful judgment of a jaybird,\\nTo that of a Judge.\\n16.\\nBecause in truth no music humming,\\nIs why He delays us in His coming.\\n17.\\nThose who follow God s own plan,\\nWill know why he repented\\nHe ever made man.\\n18.\\nMan himself, dedicated to God,\\nIs the grandest temple that ever stood upon the sod.\\n19.\\nThe devil, himself, is mighty smart,\\nAnd always in the drama\\nWill act his part,\\nBut when he strikes the heavenly air.\\nSee how ghastly his wild eyes stare", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0163.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "150 A Collediofi of Jeivels.\\nTo keep him in heaven, in jail he d be\\nDying of utter depravity.\\nWouldn t it be nice to block him in heaven,\\nA leaven to leaven the whole of heaven\\n20.\\nE er since existence drew its breath,\\nA gambler has met a gambler s death.\\n21.\\nA sermon in poetry we see,\\nWould bear deeper on memory.\\n22.\\nA girl that s caught within the mesh,\\nWill have to sow unto the flesh.\\n2Z.\\nWe speak it thus, we know its true\\nChrist was justifiable in all He d do.\\n24.\\nThe prophecy of the prophets think twice\\nThe loyalty of David,\\nThe wisdom of Solomon\\nWas, and is Christ.\\n25.\\nThe fairest of the fair,\\nThe purest of the pure.\\nThe sweetest of the sweet,", "height": "2954", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0164.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 151\\nThe meekest of the meek\\nThe best of all that s good,\\nTo teach us what we should\\nWho is He think twice, think twice.\\nIt is your neighbor, Lord and Christ.\\n26.\\nTis best you learn a little sense,\\nHonor your Master and go hence.\\nCHAPTKR II.\\n1.\\nThere isn t any one perfectly sane,\\nWho would take the name of his God in vain.\\n2.\\nThere isn t any but a crank,\\nWho would take chance on faro-bank.\\n3.\\nNot a clean man I ever saw yet.\\nWho would indulge in any bet.\\n4.\\nThere isn t anyone but a fool.\\nWho would make of himself a gambler s tool.\\n5.\\nThere isn t anything low, or higher,\\nThat s more abominable than a liar.", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0165.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "152 A Collection of Jewels.\\n6.\\nThere is none but a low down brute,\\nWho would his neighbor persecute.\\n7.\\nAs low as hogs and cattle,\\nWho would drag round and tattle.\\nE er since we were born experience rife,\\nEating and drinking essential to life.\\n8.\\nThe man that listens fills his jug,\\nBut the man that talketh empties his mug.\\n9.\\nThe brute who d talk about an innocent girl,\\nIsn t fit to live in the lower world.\\n10.\\nThose who lust after the flesh,\\nAre often caught into the mesh.\\n11.\\nThe lyord for his people will provide.\\nAs David in a cave did hide\\nAnd as Saul came madly by\\nA spider s web caught his eye\\nHe bet his shoulders, perhaps his hat,\\nThat David never entered that.\\nDave saw the hand of Providence,\\nThe spider around had build a fence.", "height": "2954", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0166.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 153\\nThough Dave was glad to miss his fate\\nWas sorry to break the silver gate.\\nWhen he took the old man s bottle of gin,\\nHe saw what a fix old Saul was in.\\nAnd when he cut off the king s long skirt,\\nHe could have ground him in the dirt.\\nAnd when the javelin, keen and sharp,\\nCame whizzing by, kept playing his harp.\\nAnd when they exclaimed Why spareth he\\nSays Dave, My God himself is charity\\nAnd as He yet carry eth the mail,\\nOver this deed I ll throw a veil.\\nThere isn t any but a knave.\\nBut what would say, hurrah for Dave\\n12.\\nIt s been proven in evolution,\\nThat Christians suffer persecution\\nAnd also in this very book,\\nIn any direction you may look.\\nBut what would we do, tell me please,\\nWere it not for the lovely these.\\n13.\\nFew things more bitter than suspense\\nWaiting for others to learn some sense.\\nOr putting in mortal s confidence.\\n15.\\nTo sum up all in the world and mash,\\nAll in the world but God is trash.", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0167.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "154 A Collection of Jewels.\\nNicodemus came to Christ by night,\\nIn order to learn the way of right.\\nThough somewhat curious intent,\\nBy the others of his clan was sent\\nThat he might learn, and teach them how,\\nWhether to Christ they all might bow\\nIf their subjects knew of their going to Christ,\\nTo prevent a split a cunning device\\nThough Nicodemus wanted for himself some power,\\nKnowing Christ had it every hour.\\nHis excuse for not coming in the day.\\nHe could not from his business stay.\\nBut Christ really knew everything,\\nAnd knew wh}^ he didn t the others bring.\\nIn seeing any he would know they thought\\nThey hated to be by a Nazarene taught.\\nWhenever he would pass they were struck with awe.\\nAnd wondered whether to serve Him, or no\\nHis very presence was proof to tell,\\nThe devil trembled at sight and fell.\\nA PRIVII.KGED CHARACTER.\\nDear God enable us to teach the young and grown.\\nThat religion doesn t exist only in being alone\\nOr being in gloom and sorrow\\nBut the same to-day, yesterday and tomorrow", "height": "2954", "width": "2193", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0168.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 155\\nAnd doesn t bind itself to places,\\nAmong all localities and races.\\nBelieving on Jesus Christ, as all should,\\nAnd considering naught within us good,\\nThat Jesus working in us to will and to do,\\nIs the order of all things, good and true\\nNo place on earth but what Christ can go,\\nFor all on earth are His we know.\\nRepenting and paying all through the strife.\\nPerfectly essential to religious life.\\nThings should not monotonous grow\\nWe should carry the lamp wherever we go.\\nReligion all our cups should fill,\\nFor it is the golden principle.\\nThe gospel is plain in fighting sin,\\nSo simple a child couldn t err therein\\nRepentance and prayer to cleanse the soul,\\nAs digging, and smelting, refining the gold\\nOr washing one s hands of the foulest of stain.\\nAnd going and doing the same work again.\\nWe know its essential with work we shall cope,\\nThe less foul hands, the less time and less soap\\nThe less evil done less conscience be muddy\\nSo it pays to be honest and always be steady.\\nMeasure by no one -go by him and see,\\nAnd honor the one, sajdng, Come unto me.", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0169.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "156 A Collection of Jewels.\\nWHO ARE MY BRETHREN\\nWe know He s turned from death unto life\\nBecause He loves tlie brethren\\nCome all ye flesh upon two feet,\\nAnd tell me, whose my brethren\\nDo they bark like dog, or bray like an ass\\nOr grunt like a hog, or hiss like a snake\\nShall I call such my brethren\\nIs God s generation just such a fake\\nThe same man said, Beware of the dogs\\nSo all such trash that howl and bray,\\nTo be called my brethren\\nWill have to be born some other day.\\nWould a brother rob his own,\\nAnd in spite of brother s pitiful groan,\\nWould list to hear say brother,\\nFools seem to think that God is gone\\nHOLY GHOST.\\nGod s baby God himself\\nThree in one in heart of self.\\nThree in one, and one in three\\nGod in three persons blessed Trinity.\\nWe should acknowledge Him,\\nGod in His home,\\nAnd keep His parlor swept,\\nEveiywhere we roam^", "height": "2949", "width": "2172", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0170.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels, 157\\nSWKKT SUFFERING.\\nHe started on his ministry at thirty years,\\nWithout any learning, but without any peers\\nHe finished his ministry at thirty-three,\\nAnd sends his wisdom now unto me\\nWisdom to all who follow the truth,\\nNineteen hundred years, but still a youth.\\nRespect His wisdom, why should I\\nQuench the good spirit and let it die\\nCruel, cruel, too cruel to tell,\\nTo quench I d make my bed in hell.\\nHe s allowed me to live for these forty years,\\nA continual battle with egotistic peers.\\nI ve followed him the forty years through,\\nThrowing in my babyhood, too\\nFor Him every battle I ve won,\\nWithout catapult or gun\\nBut the two-edged sword, a grand defense.\\nHis way the power more wisdom than sense.\\nI ve suffered almost as much as He,\\nMy persecuters can plainly see\\nBut the suffering was sweet, not hard,\\nTo know I was suffering for such a God\\nB en to the sweating of blood the same\\nAs in the Garden of Gethsemane.\\nMy enemies did contemplate arrest.\\nBut as oft fell back, faint, distressed", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0171.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "158 A Collection of Jewels.\\nThough as oft as if to say I m he,\\nFainter still and a weaker knee.\\nThough they did me crucify,\\nStill I m living why? why\\nIt does seem any who had any sense\\nBy all this would be convinced\\nBut they had Moses and the prophets and slew\\nthem,\\nGod s own Son, and slew they Him.\\nI 11 tell you, for I know it s true.\\nThere is no telling what a dog will do.\\nTHE GRANDEST OF MJ, BABIES.\\nIf all that Christ did was written in a book\\nTo raise the top lid step ladder be took\\nHis mother well knew extra babe that she had\\nNot like others, always doing bad.\\nWhile drawing His life from nature s sweet cup.\\nWith angelic spirit to mother look up.\\nWhat musical coos did any mother hear\\nWas any sweet baby to mother so dear\\nAnd when His first step to walk that He took;\\nHow that sweet mother to Heaven did look\\nFor she knew full well that the angels espied\\nThe Ivord of Creation taking first stride.\\nAfter taking one step, for fear He would fall,\\nSquatted like others beginning to crawl", "height": "2949", "width": "2172", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0172.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 159\\nAnd when it s sweet tongue begun it s first stutter,\\nThe first words said was Father and Mother.\\nAnd as He grew up stronger and true,\\nHow proud was Joseph and mother too\\nHis wisdom and power much stronger than sense,\\nParental parentage Joseph convinced\\nProuder, and prouder, and prouder each day\\nPerfectly willing with baby to stay.\\nAnd Mary, dear wife, grew dearer and dearer,\\nAs the kingdom of God grew nearer and nearer.\\nAnd when He grew up was Joseph s great joy.\\nTo see what mechanism just in a boy\\nCould turn off more work in an hour or two\\nThan any one on earth in week or more do\\nAnd when out with others to play,\\nIn the lead, always romping all day\\nHis playmates knew that He was a power\\nAnd grander he grew each and every hour.\\nHe and the Baptist boy often did meet.\\nAnd each to each brother was happy to greet.\\nOf their mission on earth they often did talk.\\nWhile sitting, or standing, or taking a walk.\\nThe less thoughtful boys often did say:\\nWhere has John and Christ been all of the day\\nYonder they come now, they ve missed all their dinner.\\nI wish to each other that they would grow thinner.", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0173.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "160 A Collection of Jewels.\\nWe are glad when they do come a little to stay,\\nThey are so pleasant and sweeter each day.\\nThe time has lapsed now bout thirty years\\nThe beginning of ministry, battle and tears.\\nTheir plans they have laid, knowing full well their\\ncalling\\nTis time that evil s kingdom was falling.\\nJohn to go and collect Him a crowd\\nTelling He was coming in earnest, out loud.\\nTo collect the people should be a surprise.\\nTherefore he said it, by water baptize.\\nThe people came flocking, baptizing to do.\\nAnd anything else John wished for them to.\\nThe crowd being collected and all things prepared\\nChrist came up and baptism desired.\\nJohn knew Jesus and His mission ahead\\nAnd thought that he should be baptized instead.\\nChrist said to John, My brother, be it so.\\nThat all righteousness be fulfilled you know\\nSo John baptized the Healer to heal\\nThe prophecies were over, the lyord was revealed.\\nAnd to show them that He was the lyord from above,\\nI^it on Him from heaven a beautiful dove\\nAnd in order that they shouldn t of him, John, boast\\nSays, He will baptize you with fire and the Ghost.\\nSo John from them was taken away.\\nAs many others that led up the way", "height": "2949", "width": "2172", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0174.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 161\\nSo Jesus took up where John had left off,\\nContinuing His mission at all sin to scoff,\\nAnd opened the way bright, plain and clear,\\nTo the mansions of glory to Christians so dear.\\nNot a grander baby on this earth could live.\\nThan to lay down his life for others to live.\\nOUT OF PI,ACK.\\nWe should school ourselves in heaven to stay.\\nAh, we couldn t enjoy it a single day,\\nIf we were allowed to enter therein.\\nWe d be driven back by conscience again.\\nFor to look on that face that s shining so bright,\\nTwould send us back to the darkest night.\\nDid you ever see such an angelic hand\\nOh, me, I murdered that man.\\nDid you ever see such angelic eyes\\nAh, me, I recognize\\nI hounded and persecuted him on earth,\\nI can t stay here hell s my berth.\\nOh, Christ, don t look at me,\\nAfter thou wast dead I crucified thee.\\nIvook on the book, your record see\\nOh, God, my conscience is enough for me.\\nWith angelic fingers strike this harp,\\nOh, God, my claws are too sharp.", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0175.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "162 A Collection of Jewels.\\nSit up here and sing this song,\\nOh, Lord, my tail is too long.\\nOh, I/Ord, its two pleasant up here\\nHell, to me, oh, God, is dear.\\nThe music deafens me, I can t enjoy,\\nLet me go back to the old boy.\\nI d rather in hell always to burn.\\nThan see my victims where e er I turn.\\nLet me see how this crown would fit\\nOh, dear Lord, do pray quit.\\nIts a pity, satan, you can t enjoy,\\nA ball of fire instead of a toy.\\nHUMBOLDT VS. JACKSON.\\nI ll take my pencil and sit down\\nAnd pen the trip to Humboldt town:\\nAt nine-thirty, as you d expect.\\nThe Jackson crowd began to collect\\nA motley crew of lads and lapses.\\nLawyers, doctors and D. Ds. in masses,\\nA splendid lot of Highland rooters.\\nTo boost the Jackson club freebooters.\\nThe train drove up to the Union Pot\\nTo take on all who wished to go.\\nThe hour I think was just bout ten.\\nTo soothe the eagerness we all were in.", "height": "2949", "width": "2172", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0176.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 163\\nWhat a jamboree, push and split,\\nTo get a place that they might sit.\\nThere was nt a seat to each command.\\nTherefore some of us had to stand.\\nAs the train bell began to ring\\nThe motley crew began to sing.\\nThe train sped on at a fifty gate.\\nThrough lands of bramble bush and brake\\nHadn t it been for the lovely breeze\\nA suffocation in such a squeeze.\\nBut as the train was swift to spin it,\\nWe found a plenty of sugar in it.\\nThe train arrived at the hour of eleven\\nWith a jolly crew multiplied by seven.\\nAs on pleasure we all were bent,\\nI sha nt tell you where we went\\nTo spend the time betv;een eleven and three\\nBut I might put it ubique.\\nIf some of us was of high type,\\nWe pulled some thinp that wasn t ripe.\\nOur appetites would fret a sinner,\\nThey Vv^ere so long getting dinner\\nBut when they got it, it was good.\\nThe poor cook had such sorry wood.\\nThe viands were on polished platter.\\nBut in fun we had to tip the waiter\\nAndja bald-headed lawyer with so many bunions\\nWe had to feed the bird on onions.", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0177.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "164 A Collection of Jewels.\\nAfter we had licked the plate\\nWe went to see Humboldt meet her fate.\\nThe sky was cloudy and then twas fair,\\nOn our way while going there.\\nThe lightnings flashed and the thunder pealed\\nJust as we entered the battle-field\\nWe hadn t more n time to look around\\nBefore the rain came pattering down.\\nTheir umbrellas all did raise,\\nAnd those without them almost did craze\\nAnd to a cabin turn and split,\\nOut the rain that they might get.\\nIt rained for about half an hour\\nA general pour down, splendid shower.\\nAfter the rain they all came out\\nTo put Humboldt all to route\\nThe crowd got tired almost to die,\\nWhile waiting for the ground to dry.\\nBut aft a while the ground got good.\\nThey began to do the best they could.\\nThe first ball thrown was hit co-whack\\nBy one of our gallant pack\\nHe knocked it high above the ground\\nAnd gave a run, three-quarter round.\\nThe first stroke stunned the H t crew\\nThey didn t know what on earth to do.\\nThey wished the water would flood the place,\\nSo they d escape the gross disgrace.", "height": "2949", "width": "2172", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0178.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 165\\nBut the sun shone brightly to the end,\\nAnd sweat and heat their steps attend.\\nWell, bo3^s, don t pout and fret.\\nFor you may beat old Jackson yet.\\nThe game was ended a little late\\nIn favor of Jackson, 17 to 8.\\nThe crowd dispersed and went up town\\nTo see could anything else be found.\\nWe received a compliment on the v/ay\\nIt seemed a bird to us did say:\\nHere they come, the ball is over,\\nAnd then he said, They are all sober.\\nI said to myself, That might be.\\nBut wait awhile and you will see.\\nI wont tell you all we did\\nYou might think we backward slid.\\nWe had some music, you bet that.\\nThe song entitled, In Pea-flat.\\nWe laughed, we laughed, we laughed out loud.\\nWe laughed, we laughed, what a jolly crowd.\\nI believe the boys all night would stay\\nIf some of us hadn t pulled em away.\\nBut finally we got them to the train.\\nAnd some then wanted to go back again,\\nBut the train pulled out and carried us away.\\nWith hopes to see you another day.\\nGood-bye, good-bye, perhaps sometime\\nWe ll write up the Jackson boys in rhyme.", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0179.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "166 A Collection of Jewels.\\nBROTHER S EXPBRIKNCK.\\nTwill be your experience e er since you were born,\\nBe temperate in all things the heart of the corn,\\nEarnestly praying all the day long.\\nBe busy with something always in song;\\nTake time to get power from the Giver of all\\nHe gladly will help you, doubt not Him at all.\\nGet the whole armor, both buckles and shield\\nForget not the helmet you ll need in the field.\\nRemember the sandals with spikes in the souls.\\nWhile crowding the enemy your ground for to hold.\\nA plenty of charity pack i-ito 3^our grip\\nFor the sea-sick soldiers while on the trip.\\nStand firm by your cannon and let ^^our bullets fly.\\nAim strictly at the devil and hit him tween the eye.\\nFaith in God the powder, is the word of God the ball.\\nTouch the fuse at the proper time and the tallest one\\nwill fall.\\nThen a dose of charity to suit the patient give\\nHe ll revive immediately and look to God and live.\\nEASTER.\\nChristmas was the time He was born,\\nAnd the evil angels all did mourn.\\nEaster is the time to rise\\nAnd greet the angels in the skies.", "height": "2949", "width": "2172", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0180.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "V\\nA Collection of Jewels. 167\\nCHORUS.\\nNow sing the song, all ye host,\\nFather, Son and Holy Ghost\\nThree in one and one in three\\nKxtol to all eternity.\\nHe drew the sword, the scabbard rung.\\nThe tune angels in heaven sung\\nGlory to the King of Peace,\\nThe King of Peace, the King of Peace\\nCHORUS.\\nCould any mortal whom now is made\\nDoubt the plan that now is laid\\nQuench not the Spirit, I pray you not,\\nOr else in sin you ll be forgot,\\nCHORUS.\\nPardon is for you and me\\nYour sins be drowned in the sea.\\nRepent, repent I know you can\\nCome out of sin and be a man.\\nCHORUS.\\nYou can conquer just like He.\\nI^ift the heart and bend the knee,\\nTo lead your enemies in the light\\nThey cannot raise their hand to strike.\\nCHORUS.", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0181.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "168 A Collection of Jewels.\\nParalyzed they ll be with fright\\nWhen they are lead into the light.\\nStrike with prayer where er you go,\\nIt will bring dov/n every foe.\\nCHORUS.\\nKTBRNAI. IvlFE AND DEATH.\\nA man of experience\\nDear tuition paid\\nAll through life\\nThe line of truth is laid,\\nIt is there.\\nIf it be out of sight\\nYou ll have to fight a battle\\nTo follow it aright.\\nEnemies on the other side\\nWill do their best\\nThe truth to hide,\\nAnd when they think\\nIt s at their will\\nIt nauseates their stomachs still.\\nTo be driven like a herd of cattle\\nBy one man, oh, what a battle\\nIn order to keep selves off the grass,\\nThey release unto them Barrabas.\\nBut Barrabas will always die\\nYou needn t ask us, brothers, why.", "height": "2949", "width": "2172", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0182.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels, 169\\nNineteen hundred years ago\\nAnd not dead yet, no, no, no\\nAnd Judas, who betrayed the King,\\nHung himself, as the angels sing.\\nTHE FALIv AND RISK OF ADAM.\\nI stood on the street and saw pass by,\\nA cross of Cain with a fairer eye\\nIndeed I wished for a pen and ink.\\nThat I might mark the broken link.\\nMan in God s own image made\\nThe fall of Adam in a deeper shade.\\nNot even a listen, not even a look.\\nMy way towards home forthwith I took,\\nTo paint the picture then in rhyme.\\nTelling of another time\\nAdam was tempted and did yield,\\nAnd produced a seed to bruise his heel\\nAnd upon the very offstart,\\nA seed to bruise both heel and heart.\\nIt being scattered o er the whole creation.\\nTherefore came a perverse nation.\\nA garden in which the devil might plow,\\nAnd God, Himself, to show him how.\\nSo the devil came none too late\\nTo sow in the crop a variegate.\\nBy death from Abel, Cain was parted\\nTherefore the cross to monk was started.", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0183.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "170 A Collectio7i of Jewels.\\nSo man to monk and monk again\\nThe general mixture of blood and brain\\nBut in the kneading of the whole\\nThere was poured in a little soul.\\nAnd in the Book we know twas said:\\nThe seed should bruise the serpent s head\\nBut still in bramble, bush and brake,\\nWe hear the hissing of the snake.\\nWe know the Book has all come true,\\nThe bruising with you, and you, and you.\\nA chain is no stronger than its weakest link\\nWhich one is the weakest Think think\\nWe are all mortals, men, men.\\nThere is none of us rose higher than sin.\\nTHE SWEETEST ONE.\\nI have a poem in my mind\\nThe best of all the sweetest kind.\\nWhat an honor from above\\nTo work for such a Ivord of love.\\nWhat a pleasure in all things see\\nHis gentle presence leading me.\\nThough often wrapped in a cloud so dark-\\nBehind it shines the lovely spark.\\nTo put his word where all can reach,\\nTo live a life about him preach,", "height": "2949", "width": "2172", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0184.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 171\\nTo study through his path of peace\\nA wretched sinner gets release.\\nThough robbed of all on earth to me\\nGet honey from the robbery,\\nBereft on earth of all my friends\\nGood multiply and make amends.\\nAnd those who evil against us do\\nTurn around and love Him too.\\nA living thus is better far,\\nFor God, for God a conqueror.\\nIF.\\nIf Geniuses to God could look,\\nWhisky their brains would never cook.\\nIf the dog hadn t stopped to gnaw the bone.\\nHe d have caught the rabbit, for it was his own.\\nIf girls would be modest, as they should,\\nThey would be loved by all that s good.\\nIf people would oftener hold their tongue,\\nlycss hearts in the world be wrung.\\nIf Judas hadn t betrayed the King,\\nHe wouldn t have swung at the end of a string.\\nIf Christ had have heeded to his friends request,\\nNo salvation or no rest.\\nIf David s rock had have missed its mark,\\nIsrael would have remained in the dark.\\nIf Saul had have yielded the kingdom to Dave,", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0185.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "172 A Collection of Jewels.\\nHe would have missed a suicide s grave.\\nIf Pharaoh had have treated old Israel well,\\nHe wouldn t have been frying in a seething hell.\\nIf the sea hadn t caught old Egypt s host,\\nPharaoh would have had more to boast.\\nIf Aaron hadn t made the calf of gold,\\nThe tale of the calf wouldn t have been so old.\\nIf Moses had have done exactly right,\\nHe d have entered Canaan long fore night.\\nIf Miriam had kept singing her song,\\nMoses would have entered with the throng.\\nIf is the word of all words hated,\\nWere it not for if so many more mated.\\nIf knocks out many, you s and I s,\\nAnd causes niany laughs and crys.\\nIf is little, but awful loud,\\nAnd has caused many a birth and shroud.\\nIf is popular and can t be bought,\\nAt the head of almost every thought.\\nIf if could out be rooted,\\nSome other word then be substituted.\\nIf is a power of expression stout,\\nA million years and not worn out.\\nIfs are everywhere higher or lower.\\nAre they too many in the world for W. H. Moore.", "height": "2949", "width": "2172", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0186.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jewels. 173\\nCOI^IvISION.\\nI came to the city, to rest to me dear,\\nBut swallowed by the sharks ere I settled here;\\nI knew a battle I d have to fight,\\nTo lead them from the darkest night.\\nI knew it, but to me twas hard.\\nThat the dollar was their only god\\nTo get it they laid many a scheme.\\nTo get the dollar, but not the cream.\\nBut in it they saw they all were caught,\\nAnd by evil all were bought.\\nAs a fish would swallow a shining minnow.\\nThey thought at first no more a dinner.\\nBut regardless of all of evil s request,\\nFour years or longer to digest\\nNow seeing they ve swallowed a bitter cup,\\nThey are hunting an excuse to throw it up.\\nWhat ere their excuses they find to be.\\nTurns out nothing, don t you see\\nTo keep it covered against their will,\\nNauseates and burning still.\\nTheir bitterness of soul I know it well,\\nWorse than the fiery flames of hell,\\nIf possible on earth to be.\\nBut when in hell they ll plainer see.\\nThey had no idea I d live to-day.\\nTo cover their theft how they did pray.", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0187.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "174 A Collection of Jewels.\\nThat I might die or lose my mind,\\nA splendid excuse that they might find\\nBut a stronger mind I never had\\nDon t you know it makes them sad?\\nFor his vesture they did cast lots,\\nRegardless of the leprous spots.\\nAnd didn t know that the Lord they sold\\nWould walk again on the world so bold.\\nWhat feelings do you think they had,\\nBoth judges, jurors, man and lad?\\nBrutes they were, dog, hog and goat.\\nHe d walk by seeing them wearing his coat?\\nAnd the women all would sigh and cr}^.\\nRegretting they ever saw him die.\\nAnd wished they hadn t had a hand in such,\\nTo murder the one they loved so much.\\nBut envy in the hands of power,\\nA long lifetime to rue the hour.\\nAnd after death, we know it well,\\nIn the fiery flames, in a seething hell\\nBut the Lord did pity and love them all.\\nAnd died to save them from the fall.\\nI, a starved hero had rather be.\\nThan a fat, low down coward,. see?\\nI d rather be a prince in rags.\\nThan a hanged Judas and carry the bags.\\nIf a dog should steal my cake of butter.", "height": "2949", "width": "2172", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0188.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "A Collection of Jezvels. 175\\nI d recover and throw it in the gutter\\nOr choke the brute on that he d stole,\\nUntil he lay in death so cold.\\nA judge to be just, like a dog.\\nYou could make bark at angel or hog.\\nTo be led by the devil s clan,\\nIsn t fit to judge either dog or man.\\nThe very devil in hell of him ashamed.\\nWould kick him in the hottest flame\\nPerhaps its best this way to tell,\\nJust make of him another hell.\\nA PAUSE.\\nGod did use his influence\\nAnd raised up another queen\\nWith garments spotless as the snow,\\nMost beautiful, as was ever seen.\\nShe was my choice of six or eight,\\nBut to us both what a bitter fate\\nThe others perceiving on whom I d settle.\\nTheir jealous hearts began to nettle,\\nAnd to throw poison in the way\\nThat each to each from each might stay.\\nShe was timid and so was I,\\nTherefore twas best to let it die.\\nTo be persistent in meeting a friend,\\nAs evil all our steps attend", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0189.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "176 A Collection of Jewels.\\nPresumption, though it wish to save,\\nBut oft instead it digs a grave.\\nAnd presuming back on the other s part,\\nStabs the other to the heart\\nAnd then society takes it up\\nAnd rejoices in the bitter cup.\\nAn argument with friend or foe,\\nNot worth a cent, no no no\\nAsk of God to seal your lip.\\nAnd you ll escape many a slip.\\nLet this be to the St. Bernard,\\nTo live his life I know is hard\\nHad I as much dog in me,\\nI d turn and bark up the other tree.\\nI stand this so living see,\\nHeart-whole yet and fancy free\\nLet all this be right or wrong,\\nI ve made of all of it a song.\\nThe last of this book now I write.\\nThough day is taking the place of night\\nThere is something still better than I have penned,\\nBut to conclude, call this the end.", "height": "2949", "width": "2172", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0190.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0191.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "VUG 1 1900", "height": "2949", "width": "2172", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0192.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2969", "width": "2194", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0193.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3123", "width": "2259", "jp2-path": "collectionofjewe00moor_0194.jp2"}}