Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1861-06-20
HOW GEN. SCOTT LOOKED IN CHURCH

hOW GEN. SUIT bOOhED LIN ChO ItOh
The Chicago 7rjJune has a lively letter from
Washington, in mhich the writer thus tells us
how General Scott looked at church few Sun
days ago:
"Wcll, | have seen the great man. How
many times have feared | should die, or he
would, before the general, of all generals the
greatest, should be seen. But many an Incl
dental good comes from going regularly to
church; il you don't believe it, reader, try it.
Yesterday 1 went to Rev. DIR. Pyne's because
liked his remarks over the dead body of Els
worth. 1t was charming day and it would
have been wicked to stay in doors to man OF
taste, who loves sunshine swcetly tempered
trees in leaf and blooms ladies in full bloom
too, with stacks of roses on their hats-not in
side, mind you, lady readers, but piled up on
top.
Nothing occurred to mar my quiet as walk
ed in the shade of the grand old trees in front
Of the Presidents, in the midst OF which the horse
of Gen. Jackson seems intent on throwirg him
off; but the old Andrew is enough for his tan
trumS, as he was for John {. Calhoun's. One
tree came to made me feel sad, both for tn
sake of the tree. which has been peeled, anC
because there fell Key by the hand of Sickles
Just as | was there, the swiftest negro boy
have yet seen came riding a horse, as it thu
enemy were attacking our troops, and he wert
riding to the Presidents to tell the tale; and i
was all the more. exciting because three cannon
reports were heard little before. But | an
getting to church slowly.
Just then saw VIM. II. Seward and wife
his son and his wife, come into side door, ant
deyotcdly drop their heads. This cooled m
down little; and while | turned to see who st
many else were turning to see, 10, and behold
there was General Scott | had never seen him
No one told me it was he. But | knew it wa
him, as once knew Henry Clay in the sam
kind of an appearing to my vision in church
"rhere," said |, CHATS Henry Clay, | know
and so / said this time to myself for | woul
not speak to my unconsconabe neghbor
"that's Winfield Scott" Oh, oh, what u man
Did you ever see such frame, such a port
such lions head on man, such an eye of a
old lion in it, flashing, undimmed such great
ness. conscious of ali but himself He came t
| the very next pew but one in front of me, an
| kneeed forward in prayer.
There he hid his face for several moments i
plain black hat, then rising up, put his ha
and gloves inside a coored stand, which he ha
fixed evidently for himself. The pew is abou
as large as two of those next to i, and yet wa
none too commodinus for such an immens
man. lllS uTehS WIS pidln uldCk IfOCk, Wnlc
he kept buttoned with one button; his pam
were of the same cloth; his vest black cloth
his collar, the old-fashioned stand-up, whic
was held tight to his half-shorn, full checks b
military stock. lie found his place read
aud read audibly, making the responses, an
rising at every singing and doxology. Thel
were two or three times when he fell back
the first effort to rise.
lie had no glasses and seemed to need non
even when he must have read every word,
for instance in the psalter. But | could st
that his handsome hand trembled a little, shoy
ing that Solomons beautiful imagery is true
all the aged, where he says, "the Keepers of Il
house do trembe.' sat and looked at th
hand, and as it turned the leaves to every lie
son, said to myself, what history has tn
hand how il has grasped the reins of the wa
horse; how it has brandished the sword no
it has pointed to action and to victory ON Lul
dy's Lane and Mexicoi how it has now f
weeks and months, been mapping out the pli
of the camp ign, which is every day and Mig
becoming victorious history. Let none blan
my thoughts, for do not think worshipp.
any the less devoutly, but all th} more for ha
ing him before me.