The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1867-03-08
SMiseeuaneons Selettiuns.
An Up-Country Sunday Nigh,.

Another Sunday-the glad day Of
the week-has come to us-made it.
bright path in the sky, and passed ovel
to other lands. 1t is almost midnight
the breath of the weekdays, like the
chill of the early dawn, is not yet felt.
| shall sleep over into the bustling to.
morrow with wet eyes, and throbbing
but joyful pulse. f.
Years ago it was our custom on this
night to gather here, or at Rambletor
House, and sing our old Connecticut
hymns. Ny father always took the lead,
walking the room back and forth, and
gesticulating, sometimes in rather an
extraordinary manner. The occasion
was one of sqlemnity, but mainly it was
time for praise and thanksgiving.
We formed at this time, a large cir
Gle; and it required strong and pow
erful leader, like my father, to keep us
in control. Sometimes that office was
assigned to me; but in such cases, we
always failed in reaching that grand
movement which my father command
ed. ,......
After such failure, my father would
rise from his seat, look round upon us
with smile, and dash into the same
tune with great force and emphasis /;
after which he would seat himself, and
in modest way, that he had
sung that tune ''more than forty years
ago." had learned it, perhap, on Litch-
field Hill; and the first time it was ever
sung was at such an ordination,-and
was composed by such an one, ex-
pressly for that purpose. AS to myself,
| had been thoroughly trained by my
father, years ago, for hours at time,
on rainy mornings, in the most difficult
times he could select-each taking q
different part, and my father dashing
through his with great spirit and pre-
cission. Pausing occasionally, he would
explain to me how Mr.. With, or Mr.
-, or the celebrated Mr.. D-bble,
sang the same. At these times, we
sang, also, old anthems, now long since
laid away Except now and then that
we raise them, as it were, from the
dead)-such as 81 beheld, and low
from Hayden's Creation, "The Heav-
ems are telling" DC.
On Sunday night meetings of which
l was speaking, we usually sang "Den-
mark" towards the close; and for the
last, piece composed, or rather col
lected, by my father, from the closing
passage of four different anthems-one
by DIR. Madam, from the clock Hos
pital," and the others by eminent COM
posers. The words were:
To our Almighty King
Wonder and praise-wonder and praise
belong.
Prsi,e him above, ye heavenly hosts,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
Thine all the glory, mans the boundl,ss
bliss.
ShiniD. in immortal bloomI
These passages being very fine, we
were all familiar with them, and sang
them with great power. They formed,
very grand Doxology; :;
after singing which, it was my fathers
custom, with some abruptness, to say,
"Good night" and Immediately retire.
This was years ago. We meet now
those of us who are left-but more
rarely. We sing the same songs; but
we are not all here. Some have faded
away, and others are scattered about
the land. Shall we ever meet again to
sing those old tunes? Not here. We
can have but an echo of those days now.
But we may meet-all meet-in bet
Ter home. MAY our Father in Heaven
grant that this be SO We may all
meet there and sing them again, with
,he Hosts of Heaven-with the ''thou-
sands and thousands, and ten times
who surround the throne
of the Lamb, and cease not day nor
night, saying, "Holy, holy, holy, Lord
God Almighty, which was, and is, and
S to come" All gathered at one hearth !
father, and mother, and sisters, and !
walk in white robes-to
ing there the song of the Redeemed |
II Glory! Oh, my Father and my God,
will this be so' All--all gathered in
hat happy home Will it Re sol 1
nave been, tonight, in one of my sad
'ut joyous moods; silent and bewilder-
d !: the images of old friends and old !