Litchfield enquirer., 1857-12-10
THE TWO CHURCHES.
THE NEW.

THE NEW.
IT'S Sunday at our watering place by the broad blue
German Ocean
The streets are still the sands bare the cliffs
| forlorn and bleak
The fly boys and the hy-horses have pause in their
| devotion,
For if to labor be to pray, they've been praying
Sabbath stiffness reigneth over earth and and
| sky,
All Nature round has gone to Church, so wherefore
| should net /?
Thecrack Church at our waterng-place is very fine
| and new;
Pure Gothic down to ,sredos and sedi1a and psci-
With poppy-heads on open seats-we scorn the cush-
And our Citrate he intoneth, SO that nothing
! be finer
And we've candles on the altar, and occasionally
In short, q small St. Barnabas is this new Church Of
so primitive9 p our curate says" so truly Apos-
| tolic
No Protestant distinctions of private seats and
Each portion Of the building has significance SYM
bolic:
Though, save the pol py heads noughts signf
cant to me.
Thanks to the comment furnished by the sleeping
| heads between.
But finer than fine new Church-titles altar
! cloth, and all
The gules, and or, and azure on nave and chancel
| pane
And early English lettering emblazoned on the wall
Are the . miserable sinners whom these open
! Oh the cloud of summer muslins-oh the lowered
and beaded show
OF tiny Summer bonnets, in go .geous row on row !
Oh cherry lips, and rosy cheeks and glossy braided
Crowned with dancing, dancing bugles and flow
| ers OF myriad dyes!
The Citrate he intoneth, but what thought have
for prayer,
Midst the rustic of the crnolines, the flashing of
the eyes?
And these miserable sinners come for PRAYER and
praise, and psalm,
Or an animated series from LIE Courier DIES Danes
And the Rector takes his text and is eloquent upon
How that " all things here are vanity and swiftly
pass away -
And each lady scans the pattern of her neighbor'
gown or bonnet,
And eat. gentleman's critic Of toilettes for the
day.
And out come, much edited, mid the organ S SOL
emn swclls
"Church-gong belles!''
THE OLD.
IT'S Sunday at the village that lies three miles
away
A pleasant mornings walk from our waite. ing
place twill be:
So III leave bran Gothic church and service
for the day,
Our hotels and lodging houses, with their fire
view of the sea
And for watering place gay toilettes, and watering
place Church bellies,
Content myself with field howers-coy beauties Of
the dells.
The old Church at the village is very damp and
small
And the house-leek and the moss clothe it's low
pitched roof with green
And the inside has no primitive symbolicism at all
Nor reredos, nor sediha. pisc'nos to be seen;
And It's all blocked up with gallery, and desecrate
, with pews,
And it shrnks back, gray and shabby behind its
Church-yard yews.
| No painted window casteth dim religious light
No encaustic Minton- thing hides the damp and
broken floor
The Creed and Ten Commandments are in modern
letters quite:
On hard and narrow free-seats, sit the humble vii
| lage poor:
But the - miserable sinners those narrow seats
within,
onoW more misery tnaH our watering place NJ 81 II
| not more sin.
But through the open porch comes the sweet sweet
| Summer air,
| And the rustic of the Church yard trees blends
! sweetly with the palm,
And THEN ever-moving shadow checkers each pave
| nent square.
And all about the humble place their btoods a
, holy calm;
And crnolines and founces, beads and bugles are
unknowni
So sit and Silly worship, as If I were alone.
Till hear sigh behind me and smothered sound
of prayer
And turning with bowed head and elasped
fngels, at my side.
OF miserable sinner l am suddenly aware
An old dame in a poke bonnet, and scanty clothes
new dyed;
And thought how such spectacle, in that New
Church of ours
| Would jar with bran Symbols and bugles, beads
and flowers
And felt how these two Churches, and their wor-
shippers agree
Tiles, glass, and chanting Citrate, aowery altar,
painted stone,
With rusting crinolines, beads and ougles flashing
And this poor old village Church with its still
! and STOPPING crone
And in spite of pews and gallery, low roof, and
4 windows bare,
l was somehow nearer heaven in that lonely house
Of prayer.-Punch.
The Rev. C. n RICHTER the able and accom- plsb-