The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1873-04-14
Je suis George d'Ainps's,
Qui al trente- cinque milie pos;
Mais lui qui me pesera ~--~
Trpnfa -si 4 niIla ma tran ga N AesZ<SyaH77

Bells dedicated to the Virgin Mary have such In
scriptions as the following, taken from bell in
Bruge5:-
am called Mary; dispense the storms, scatter enc
mics and drive away demons
Lam called Mary and sound s6S Rose Of The World
gether.
A nre bell cast in 1852 at sherborne has upon it
the distich:-
Lord, quench this furious fame;
Arise, run, help, put out the same.
Church bells speak for themselves, and to the re-
nective mind they have profound teaching. From
youth to age their sounds are sent fortn through
crowded streets or floating with the sweetest
melody above green fields. They give tongue
over our heads as the clouds, and they lend
warning to It's perpetual flight. Theirs is the voice
OF rejoicing at chrstenings, at marriages, and OF
mourning at the departure OF the soul. From every
church tower they summon the worshppers OF dis
tant valleys to the house or God, and when life is
ended they sleep within the bells deep sound.
The tongue OF a bell is fraught with memorial asso-
Citations. AS the poet has 1T In the beautiful lines,
universal as the language which q hundred mil
lions speak
Those evening bells, those evening BELLS
How many a tale their music tells
OF youth and home, and that sweet time
When first heard their soothing chime.
Our English literature is full of illusions, hstori-
cal, legendary and poetcal, relating to the bronze
tongues OF Time. The sound OF bell Is certain to
conjure up the chanson OF "Father Prout:"-
That roll 50 grand on
And who does not recolect the story OF Whiting
ton and his cat who ''turned AGAIN. at Hi ghgate,
and looking back at the clouds OF smoke arising
from the great city of London heard the Bow Bells
ringing out prophetically his future greatness:-
Turn again, Dick Wilmington,
Thrice Lord Mayor OF London.
Schiller, In his LAY OF the Bell" has followed,
with mechanical exactitude, all the details OF bell
founding and she great, sorrOwful, weird soul OF
Edgar A. Poe evolved one Of the most pathetic and
beautiful poems in the English language In which
he says
Hear the toliing N the bells
What world OF solemn thought their monody compeIsf
In the silence OF the night,
How shiver with alright
At the melancholy menace OF their tonel
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a Rroan.
The men OF Client in the Middle Ages, whenever
their liberties we're endangered by robber MOBILES
or tyrant princes, were summoned TO arms
by the great cApper OF "Roland,n In the
tower Of ST. Bavon; and how often has
ahe tocsin sounded IN the streets Of Paris,
City OF Luxury, hurting forth at It's brazen
command the dusky masses OF st. Antoine and
Montmartrel Southey, otherwise dull and prosy
writer, has written some SPIRITED ballads, ana
among them none is more graphic than that OF me
''Inchcape Rock,r In which we're q peal Of bells,
placed there by the Abbot of Aberbrothok, 20 warn
mariners against dangerous reef In the Scottisn
seas. Sir Rupert the Rover took the Dens away IN
a drunken frenzy, and afterwards ne was oasme1
to pieces on the same rock which he mao desponsu
OF It's bells. The poet closes with tRs "se VI 'hs
wretched rover.