SCIENTIFIC SERMONS.

Waikato Times, Volume XX, Issue 1713, 28 June 1883, Page 4

SCIENTIFIC SERMONS.

Tkk Roy Plato Johnson sometimes I'dtors to sbwhtifio subjects in his discourses. On a recent Sunday morning, in n, sermon on the 1 ' origin •bt man, ho said {— ♦• Bruddren, do trubble w*iil »oine folks is dat" dere'braihß is too large. I don't 'tend to be pusaOnal imd hab no reference whutaomedever to uny man in dis 'somMy, butdere is people in dU worl 1 who hab a 'pression dat dey ougther 'aye created tit Lord an' dat it was a act of oondesenshor. on clere part dat dey Mowed de Lord to create dem at all, an' dey's bin sorry ebber since that dey didn't assort uni rights on de fust day an' hab a han' in making tings. Now, dere's'Mr Darwin, a man who hab hin inakin 1 a big noiso 'bout de way de Lord put tings togedder, an' beloebs de whole ob creashun is wronc jist cos he wasn't 'suited* I wisli de Lord would geb seech men as him 'bout kupple of acres ob de 'rigmal chaos, and see what Kind ob a fist dey wouhh make ob it. I guess dat arter a while dey would all move off dere own plantation an' try to rent a house where the Lord was running de machines. Dis Darwin says that a man is de grauson ob a monkey, and dat do Bible ain't got de trulF ob de matter at all. You'se all de children ob bab-boons, my belubbed. What you think ob dat ? How you like your ancestors ? In de beginnin' every one ob you had a long tail— dat was long 'fore you wore trousers— an' some of you get your tails twisted off, an' some was named of 'em, an 1 rubbed 'em against de trees, an' at lass de tails got so disgusted dat dey refused to grow, Dat'B wot you are an' dats whar you cum from. Now den, my idea is dat ebbery man oughter speak for himself on dis subject. Ef Mr Darwin was born up a tree while his mudder was stealing cocoAnuts it don't follow dat my muilder was up anotler tree doin the same ting. Darwin is dead shore dat his aneostois was apes an' he oughter know. I ain't goin' to contradict it. Ebbery man must look after Ins own family. As fur me, Iso a Bible Christian, an' was made out of de dust, an' don't take no stock in de monkeys. I can look many ob em in de face widout a blush for my tamily, and say, 'Go 'long 'bout your business, you ole eater ob peanuts, you ain't no fust cousin ob mine.' I can sUu' in fioutoba whole cage of dese funny little felleis an' don't feel no family sympathy stirrin' in my heart. De fust chapter ob Geneis is good 'nuff fur me, belubbed. Pass de box."