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MOVE ON. 
The mareh of life should never stay — 
All things should onward tend ; 
Man should not prolong progression’s sway, 
But strive to move and mend. 
The waters move in depth of ocean, 
The streams along the dales. 
And rivulets, with onward motion. 
Through sweet and verdant vales ; 
Move on! 
The clouds move gently through the sky. 
The earth rolls ever on ; 
Time swiftly in its course runs by. 
And years pass one by one. 
Man too should strive to follow them. 
In this their onward way. 
Permitting naught the tide to stem. 
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More virtuous, if they will; 
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Must aim at higher still. 
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The wise will pass them by. 
Weak minds will cling witli subtle hold. 
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Down mountains fill’d on high — 
Like clouds forever in commotion, 
That move across the sky — 
Will we forever onward press. 
The fetterless and free ; 
And deeming virtue happiness. 
Our watchword ever be 
Move on! 
literori] nnh Mmllmms. 
PAUL DENTON, THE TEXAN MISSIONASY. 
BY CHARLES SUM.MERFIELD. 
During the last week of September, 
1836, the first successful Camp Meeting was 
held in Eastern Texas. I employ the epi¬ 
thet “successful,” because several previous 
failures had apparently rendered an effort 
of a like kind perfectly hopeless. Indeed, 
the meridian at that period was most uncon¬ 
genial to religious enterprise. The country 
bordering on the Sabine had been occupied, 
rather than settled, by a cla.ss of adventur¬ 
ers almost as wild as the savages whom they 
had scarcely expelled, and the beasts of 
prey which still disputed their dominion of 
the primeval forests. Professional gambleis, 
refugees from the jail, absconded debtors, 
outlaws from every land, forgers of false 
coin, tliieves, robbers, murderers interspers¬ 
ed among a race of uneducated hunters 
and herdsmen, made up the strange social 
miscellany; without courts or prisons or 
churches or schools, or even the shadow of 
civil authority or subordination—a sort of 
municipal 'pandemonium, where fierce pas¬ 
sion sat enthroned, waving its bloody scep¬ 
tre, the naked bowie knife! Let no one 
accuse me of exaggeration, for the sake of 
dramatic effect; I am speaking now of Shel¬ 
by county—that home of the Lynchers— 
the terrible locale, wdiere ten years later, 
forty persons were poisoned to death at a 
marriage supper I 
It will be obvious that in such a commu¬ 
nity, very few would be disposed to patron¬ 
ize camp meetings; and accordingly a doz¬ 
en different trials at various times, had nev¬ 
er collected a hundred hearers on a single 
occasion. But even these were not allowed 
to worship in peace; uniformly the first day 
and night a band of armed desperadoes, 
headed by the notorious Watt Foeman, chief 
judge and executioner of the Shelby Lynch¬ 
ers, broke into the altar and scattered the 
mourners, or ascended the pulpit and treat¬ 
ed the preacher with a gratuitous robe of 
tar and feathers I Hence, all prudent evan¬ 
gelists .soon learned to shun the west bank 
of the Sabine, as if it had been infested by 
a cohort of demons; and two whole years 
elapsed without any new attempt to erect 
the cross in so perilous a field. 
At length, however, an advertisement ap¬ 
peared promising another effort in behalf 
of the Gospel. The notice was unique, and 
a perfect back-wood curiosity, both as to its 
tenor and mode of publication. Let me 
give it verbatim et liter alum: 
“Barbecue Camp Meeting. 
“ There will be a Camp Meeting, to commence 
the last Monday of this month, at the Double 
Spring Grove, near Peter Brinson’s, in the county 
of Shelby. 
“ The exercises will open with a splendid barbe¬ 
cue. Preparations are being made to suit all tastes; 
there will be a good barbecue, better liquor, and 
the best of Gospel! 
“ Paul Denton, Missionary, M. E. C. 
1, 1836.” 
At first many regarded the matter as a 
hoax played off by some wicked wag, in 
ridicule of popular credulity. But this hy¬ 
pothesis was negatived by the statement of 
Peter Brinson, proprietor of the Double 
Spring Grove, who informed all inquirei-s 
that he had been employed and paid by a 
stranger calling himself a Methodist mis¬ 
sionary, to provide an ample barbecue at the 
period and place advertised. 
“But the liquor—the better liquor—are 
you to lumish the liquor too ?” was the in¬ 
variable question of each visitor. 
“ The missionary said he would attend to 
that himself,” replied Brinson. 
“ He must be a precious original,” was 
the general rejoinder, A proposition which 
most of them afterwards had an opportunity 
to verify experimentally. 
I need hardly add, that an intense ex¬ 
citement resulted. The rumor took wings: 
flew on the wind; turned to stonn—a storm 
of exaggeration—every echo increased its 
sound, tUl nothing could be heard but the 
“Barbecue Camp Meeting;” it became the 
focus of thought, the staple of dreams.— 
And thus the unknown preacher had secu¬ 
red one thing in advance; a congregation 
embracing the entire population of the coun¬ 
ty, which was likely the sole purpose of his" 
stratagem. 
I was traveling in that part of Texas at 
the time, and my imagination being inflam¬ 
ed by the common curiosity, I took some 
trouble to attend. But although my eyes 
witnessed the extraordinary scene, I may 
well despair in trying to paint it—the pen 
of Homer or the pencil of Hogarth, were 
alone adequate to the sublimity and bur¬ 
lesque of the complicated task. I may only 
sketch the angular outlines. 
A space had been cleared away immedi¬ 
ately around the magnificent Double Spring, 
which boiled up with force sufficient to turn 
a mill-wheel, in the very centre of the ever¬ 
green grove. Here a pulpit had been rais¬ 
ed, and before it was the inseparable altar 
for mourners. Beyond these at the distance 
of fifty paces, a succession of plank tables 
extended in a great circle, or the perimeter 
of a polygon, completely enclosing the area 
about the spring. An odoriferous steam of 
most delicious savor, diffused itself through 
the air; this was from the pits in the adja.- 
cent prairie, where the fifty slaves of Peter 
Brinson were engaged in cooking the prom¬ 
ised barbecue. 
The grove itself was literally alive, teem¬ 
ing, swarming, running over, with strange 
figures in the human shape, men, women 
and children, in eveiy variety of outlandish 
costume. All Shelby county was there.— 
The hunters had come, rifles in hand, and 
dogs barking at their heels; the rogues, ref¬ 
ugees, and gamblers, with pistols in their 
belts, and big knives peeping from their shirt 
bosoms; while here and there might be seen 
a sprinkling of well dressed planters, with 
their wives and daughters. 
The tumult was deafening; a tornado of 
babbling tongues, talking, shouting, quarrel¬ 
ling, betting, and cursing for amusement— 
Suddenly a cry arose “ Col. Watt Foeman!” 
“Huira for Col. Watt Foeman.” And the 
crowd parted to the right and left to let the 
Hon Lyncher pass. 
I turned to the advancing load-star of all 
eyes, and shuddered involuntarily at the dev¬ 
ilish countenance which met my glances; 
and yet the featiu-es were not only youthful 
but eminently handsome; the hideousness 
lay in the look, full of savage fire—ferocious, 
murderous. It was in the reddish-yellow 
eye-balls with arrowy pupils, tliat seemed 
to flash jets of lurid flame; in the sneering 
lips with their everlasting icy smile. As to 
the rest, he was a tall, athletic, very power¬ 
ful man. His train, a dozen armed desper¬ 
adoes, followed him. 
Foeman spoke in a voice sharp, piercing 
as the point of a dagger: “Eh! Brinson, 
where is the new missionary ? we ivant to 
give him a plumed coat” 
“ He has not yet arrived,” replied the 
planter. 
I “ Well, I suppose we must wait for him; 
but put the barbecues on the boards; I am 
hungry as a starved wolf.” 
“I cannot till the missionary comes; the 
barbecue is his property.” 
A fearful light blazed in Foeman’s eyes, 
as he took three steps towards Brinson, and 
fairly shouted: “Fetch the meat instantly, 
or I’ll fill your own stomach with a dinner 
of lead and steel!” 
This was the ultimatum of one whose au¬ 
thority was the only law, and the planter 
obeyed without a murmur. The smoking 
viands were arranged on the tables by a 
score of slaves, and the throng prepared to 
commence the sumptuous meal, when a voice 
pealed from the pulpit, loud as the blast of a 
trumpet in battle: “ Stay, gentlemen and 
ladies, till the giver of the barbecue asks 
God’s blessing!” 
Every heart started, every eye was direct¬ 
ed to the speaker; and a whisperless silence 
ensued, for all alike were struck by his re¬ 
markable appearance. He was almost a gi¬ 
ant in statue, though scarcely 20 years of 
age; his hair, dark as the raven’s wing, flow¬ 
ed down his immense shoulders in masses 
of natural ringlets, more beautiful than ever 
wreathed around the jewelled brow of a 
queen by the labored achievements of hu¬ 
man art; his eyes black as midnight, beam¬ 
ed like stars over a face pale as Parian mar¬ 
ble, calm, passionless, spiritual, and wearing 
a singular, undefinable expression, such as 
might have been shed by the light of a 
dream from Paradise, or the luminous shad¬ 
ow of an angel’s wing. The heterogenous 
crowd, hunters, gamblers, homicides, gazed 
in mute astonishment 
The missionary prayed; but it sounded 
like no other prayer ever addressed to the 
throne of the Almighty. It contained no 
encomiums on the splendor of the divine at¬ 
tributes ; no petition in the tone of commands; 
no orisons for distant places, times, or ob¬ 
jects ; and no impelled instructions as to the 
administration of the government of the uni¬ 
verse. It related exclusively to the present 
people and the present hour; it was the cry 
of a naked soul, and that soul a beggar for 
the bread and water of heavenly love. 
He ceased, and not till then did I become 
conscious of weeping. I looked around thro’ 
my tears, and saw a hundred faces wet as 
witli rain! 
“Now, my friends,” said the missionary, 
“partake of God’s gifts at the table, and 
then come and sit down and listen to the 
Gospel.” 
It would be impossible to describe the 
sweet tone of kindness in which these simple 
words were uttered, that made him on the 
instant five hundred friend.s. One heart, 
however, in the assembly, was maddened by 
the evidence of the preacher’s wonderful 
power. “God!” Watt Foeman exclaimed, 
in a sneering voice: “Mr. Paul Denton, 
your reverence has lied. You promised us 
not only a good barbecue, but better liquor. 
Where is the liquor ?” 
“There!” answered the missionary, in 
tones of thunder, and pointing his motion¬ 
less finger at the matchless Double Spring, 
gushing up in the strong columns, with a 
sound like a shout of joy from the bosom of 
the earth. “There!” he repeated with a 
look terrible as lightning, while his enemy 
actually trembled on his feet; “ there is the 
liquor, which God, the E ternal, brews for all 
his cliildren I 
“ Not in the simmering still, over smoky 
fires, choked with poisonous gases, and sur¬ 
rounded with the stench of sickening odors 
and rank corruption, doth your Father in 
heaven prepai-e the precious essence of life 
—the pm'e, cold water. But in the green 
glade and grassy dell, where the red deer 
wanders, and the child loves to play, there 
God himself brews it: and down, low down 
in the deepest valleys, where the fountains 
murmur and the rills sing; and high up on 
the tall mountain tops where the naked gi*an- 
ite glitters like gold in the sun, where the 
storm-cloud broods, and the thunder-storm, 
crash; and away far out on the wide wild 
sea, where the hurricane howls music, and 
big waves roar the chorus, sweeping the 
march of God—there He brews it, that bev¬ 
erage of life, the health-giving water. And 
every Avhere it is a thing of beauty - gleam¬ 
ing in the dew-drop; singing in the summer 
j-ain; shining in the ice-gem, till the trees 
all seemed turned to living jewels—spread¬ 
ing a golden veil over the setting sun, or a 
white gauze around the midnight moon, 
sporting in the cataract; sleeping in the 
glacier; dancing in the hail-shower; folding 
its bright snow-curtains softly about the win¬ 
try world; and waving the many-colored iris, 
that seraph’s zone of the sky, whose warp is 
the rain-drop of earth, whose woof is the 
sun-beam of heaven, all chequered o’er with 
celestial flowers, by the mystic hand of re¬ 
fraction. Still always it is beautiful—that 
blessed life—water! No poison bubbles on 
its brink; its foam brings not madness and 
munltii, uu lUi liquid glass; pale 
widows and starving orphans weep not burn¬ 
ing teai-s in its clear depths; no drunkard’s 
slirieking ghost from the grave, curses it in 
words of eternal despair! Speak out, my 
friends, would you exchange it for the de¬ 
mon’s drink, alcohol ?” 
A shout like the roar of a tempest ans¬ 
wered “No!” 
Critics need never tell me again that back¬ 
woodsmen are deaf to the divine voice of 
eloquence; for I saw, at that moment, the 
missionary held the hearts of the multitude, 
as it were, in the hollow of his hand; and 
the popular feeling ran in a current so ir¬ 
resistible, that even the duelist. Watt Foe¬ 
man, dar<id not venture another interruption 
during the meeting. 
I have just reviewed my report of that 
singulai' speech in the foregoing sketch; but 
alas! I discover that I have utterly failed to 
convey tlie full impression as my reason and 
imagination received it The language to 
be sure, is there—that I never coifld forget 
—but it lacks the spirit; the tones of unut¬ 
terable pathos, the cadences of mournful 
music, alternating with crashes of terrible 
power; it lacks the gesticulation, now grace¬ 
ful as the play of the golden willow in the 
wind, and anon violent as the motion of the 
mountain pine in the hurricane; it lacks that 
pale face, wrapped in its dream of the spirit- 
land, and those unfathomable eyes, flashing 
a light such as never beamed from sun or 
stars; and more than all, it lacks the mag¬ 
netism of the mighty soul that seemed to 
diffuse itself among the hearers, as a view¬ 
less stream of electricity, permeating the 
brain, like some secret fire, melting all hearts 
and mastering every volition. 
The Camp-meeting continued, and a re¬ 
vival attended it, such as never before, or 
since was witnessed in the forests of Texas. 
But unfortunately on the last day of the ex¬ 
ercises, news arrived on the ground that a 
neighboring farmer had been murdered, and 
his wife and children earned away prisoners 
by the Indians, 
The young missionaiy sprang into the 
pulpit and proposed the immediate organi¬ 
zation of a company to pursue the savages. 
The suggestion being adopted, the mover 
liimself was elected to head the party. Af¬ 
ter several days of hard riding, they over¬ 
took the barbarqjis enemy on the grand 
prairie. The missionary charged foremost 
of his troop, and having performed prodigies 
of bravery, fell—not by the hand of the In¬ 
dian—but by a shot from one of his own 
horsemen! 
I need scarcely name the assassin; the 
reader will have anticipated me. The in¬ 
carnate fiend was CoL Watt Foeman, chief 
hangman of Shelby Lynchers, and ten years 
later, master cook at the Poisoned Wedding. 
Such is the only fragment from the biog¬ 
raphy of a wonderful genius; the sole twink¬ 
ling ray of a dazzling luminary, that rose 
and set in the wilderness—a torn leaf from 
Paul Denton’s book of life. Peace be with 
his ashes. He sleeps well in that lone isle 
of evergreens, surrounded by the evergreen 
sea of the great prairie. Nature’s beloved 
son inherits her costliest tomb—that last 
possession, the inalienable fee-simple of all 
time! 
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