slERr SUNDAY MORNING, AUGUST 17, 1913.THE OLD-TIME SONGS.I.1 ain't much on music no way. on the style it should be done,An’ these round notes sorter bother—mind, I’m not a-raakin’ fun— liut you git your Christian Harmony’'—you singers, come along:Turn to number forty-seven; say, you tribbles, come out strong; Tis the old time religion, a‘Tis the old time religion, '’Tis the old time religion.It’s good enough for me.III.There, that’s better. Now another—-git your Sacred Harp” an* look For the fav’rite number twenty, near the startin’ o’ the book—Let the bass an’ tenor try to fling a bigger volume out;S-ol! Now, all together, f-a, m-o, r-a. Now make believers shout:I have brothers over yonder,I have brothers over yonder,I have brothers over yonder,On the ever-bnght shore.’’IV.Well, we’ll rest a spell on that one. What’s the closin’ song to be? Let the class call out a number. All right—turn to twenty-three In the Temple Star.’’ Put feelin’ in the words o’ every line;Sing it like you meant it, sing it mighty hearty, mighty fine:“I’m going home,I’m going home,I’m going home,To die no more.—D. G. B.II. fThat was good! Just watch the time a leetle better on the next, lt;Watch the beats” a leetle closter; don’t git rattled, riled, nor vexed.Turn to flfty-seven, will you—there’s a many a one that’s wuss—Git the pitch. That’s right. Now, ready? Altogther, try the fust;** ‘Will the waters be chilly.Will the waters be chilly.Will the waters be chilly.When I am called to die?♦