1. Ma- ry and Marthy had a cha-_ain_--Walk Jerus'lem jis like Job! An' a 2. I tell you bredderin, fur a fac'-- Walk Jerus'lem jis like Job! If you 3.Some says Pe-ter and some says Paul-- Walk Jerus'lem jis like Job! But dey eb'-ry link was a Je - sus Na-_ame_! Walk Jeru-s'lem jis like Job! ebber leabs de debbil you musn't turn back! Walk Jeru-s'lem jis like Job! ain't but one God saves us all-- Walk Jeru-s'lem jis like Job! REFRAIN. When I comes ter die ... I want ter be ... read-y; When I comes ter die, ... Gwine ter walk Jeru-s'lem jis like Job!] He must also intersperse his singing with peculiar humming sounds--"hum-m-m-m." He will have to learn that the negro never neglects his family relations in his songs, and seldom considers his "spirityul" finished until he has mentioned his father and mother and sister and brother, and his preacher. A beautiful custom prevails among them of sending messages by the dying to friends gone before into heaven. When a woman dies some friend or relative will kneel down and sing to the soul as it takes its flight. This song contains endless verses, conveying love and kisses to Aunt Fannie and Uncle Cæsar and "Moss Jesus." With omissions it is used upon other occasions with fine effect. [Music: RIDE ON, JESUS. CHORUS. Ride on, Je-sus, Ride on, Je-sus, Ride on, Conq'ring King; I want to go to Heaven in de morn-in'. 1. See my mud-der, Oh, yes! Tell her for me, Oh yes! Ride my hoss in de bat-tle ob de field, I want to go to Heaven in de morn-in'!] Old Mary, who sang this, was a nurse in our family. She, like most negroes, had no idea how old she really was. She never worried, though the heavens should fall, and this ignorance as to when their birthdays rolled round may account for their longer lives here and in Africa, and for their not showing their age. She found great difficulty in arranging her religion to suit her morals, and once, in my childish innocence, I remonstrated with her for getting "baptisted" so many times, and she exclaimed indignantly: "I's a Methodist wid a Baptist faith. I gits baptisted ebery summer when de water am rale warm, and I gits turned out ebery winter fur dancin' and stealin', and you would too, child, ef you was a nigger."