The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1853-05-18

AheoAOho amer
In the New Music Hall, Boston.

In the New Music Hall, BOSTON.
Do you call this church 7 Well,
/ heard prima donna here a few
nights ago and bright eyes sparkled,
and waving ringlets kept time to NOV
ing fans and opera glasses and ogling,
and fashion and folly reigned for the
nonce triumphant. I can't forget it /;
l can't get up any devotion here, I'M
der these latticed balconies, with their
fashionable freight. If it was good
old country church, with a cracked
bell and unhewn raiters, a pine pulpit,
with the honest sun staring in through
the windows, pitch. pipe in the gal
lcry, aud few hob-nailed rustics scat
tered round in the uucushioned seats,
/ should feel all right; but my soul is
in letters here /; it won't soar-its
wings ale earth-clipped. Things are
all too fine Nobody can come in at
that door, whose hat and coat and bon.
net are no. of fashionable cut. The poor
man (minus Sunday suit( might lean
on his staff, in the porch, long while,
before he'd dare venture in, to pick
up his crumb of the Bread Of Life.
But, thank God, the unspoken prayer
of penitencc may wing its way to the
Eternal Throne, though our mocking
church spires roint only with aristO-
cratic fngers to the rich mans hearen.
That HYMN was beautifully read
there's poetry in the preachers soul.
Now he takes his seat by the reading
desk (; now he crosses the platform, and
offers his hymn book to female who
has just entered. What right has he
to know there is woman in the house?
'Tisn't clerical Let the bonnets find
their own h, mus.
Well, | take d listening attitude, and
try to believe am in church. hear
great many original, great many
startling things said see the gaunt-
let thrown at the dear old orthodox
Calvinistic sentiments which l nursed
in, with my mothers milk, and which
(plcase Cod I'll cling to till l die.
| see the polished blade of satire gilt
tcring in the air, followed by curious,
eager, youthful eyes, which gladly see
the searching "sword of the spirit
PARTED. Meaning slanccs, snothcred
smiles and approving mods follow the
witty clerical sally. The orator rau-
SEES to mark the effect, and his face
says, That stroke tells ! and so it did,
for "the Athcnians" are not all dead,
who Glove to see and hear some new
thing" But he has another arrow in
his culver. How his features soften
his voice is low and thrilling, his i'm
agery beautiful and touching. He
speaks of human love; he touches
skiifully chord to which every heart
vibratcs and stern manhood is strug-
Cling with his tears, ere his smiles are
chased away.
Oh, there's intellect thcrc-thcrc's
poetry there-thcre's genius there
but | remember Gethsemane-I forget
not Calvary. l know the "rocks
were rent" and the ''hcaycns darken.
ed" and " the stone rolled away ;"
and cold chill strikes to my heart
when | hear "Jesus Of Nazareth"
lightly mentioned.
Oh, what are intellect, and poetry,
and genius, when with Jewish voice
they cry, "A,cay Nth HIM "
With " Mary" let me bathe his
feet with my tears, and wipe them with
the hairs of my head"
And SO, l "went away sorrowful,"
that this human preacher, with such
great intellectual possessions, should |
yet " lack the one thing needful."-I
Olive Branch.