A son of Erin wandered into a revival meeting one night. After listening
to the revivalist catalogue the crimes and misdemeanors of which his
hearers were guilty and enlarge upon the danger of spending eternity in a
warm but insalubrious climate, the poor Irishman felt that he was “hair
hung and breeze shaken over hell” as Elder Means said. Soon he was under
deep “conviction” and in due time was soundly converted.
A few evenings later he arose to give his “testimony” and said: “Ladies
and gintlemen; Oh, Oi beg yer pardon—My Dear Sisters an’ Brothers; you
know Oi’m not used to spakin’ in meetin’s like this. But Oi want to tell
you that Oi’m glad Oi’m saved. An’ be the way, it took a helluva lot of
grace to save me, for Oi was a dom bad man. Oi lied an’ dhrank an’ swore
an’ stole an’ gambled an’ did everyt’ing that was low and vile an’ mean.
An’ more than that, Oi was a ‘killer’ among the women, as many of the
sisters here present kin testify.”
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