The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1874-07-21
DAILY GLOBE TUESDAY MORNING JULY 81 1874

ing with bottled cider from their cellars, TO
the winter fireside.
And thus the days go on, filled with in
cidents too trihing for record, but sufficient
to fill up the relaxed resting mind and set
OIL the laughter stored away all the day
long in orr hearts by the sweetness of the
sweet air, and the close communion with
our dear old mother nature.
Coming home one night we find our
landlady has callers from the village close
by, young, fair, accomplished and full of
the grace and bloom which seem to touch
almost everything here with light caressing
fingers. They kindly excuse our savage
costume, they play for us, they sing for us
and having frightened our evening wonder
fully they fit away again, leaving perfume
and the soft refining spirit of the true femi-
nine presence TO float lazily in the still air
and settle lightly down upon our heads.
The days fit swiftly by and the Sabbath
is upon us almost unawares. The bells Of
churches perched here and there among the
hills answer each other through the hush
of that morning, and echo from the rock
capped mountains and die away in musical
cadences down the valley We go to n
pretty little church down in the village
little way from us and taking unpreten-
tious seats, watch the people coming in,
old men and young, malrons, fair maidens,
and little children, all coming into the
sanctuary, with an air more reverent as it
seems to us, than that which pervades our
fashionable places of worship.
Up the aisle, leaning heavily upon his
staff, fcebly totters an old man whose
weary patient shoulders must have borne
the weight Of almost century He keeps
on Ivy the pews to chair which seems
placed for lin Just under the pulpit, and
sitting therein he offers up a silent prayer
from his dim old eyes and trembling hands
claspcd together, which methinks is sac
ceptable in Thy sight The opehing
hymn is sung LET us pray" and the old
man knell upon the steps of the altar. an
incarnation of simple trust and all through
the sermon, lest his dan ears should miss
so much rs fragment Of the eXpounded
word, he stands just under the pulpit, lean
ing ON his trusty stcI; with his snow white
head bent forward. Anl 1.-THE peace of
God which plsscth all understanding. 3"
comes down AMI rt'si4 there never again Ia
be taken away.
Farewell green hills, rclulcnl with the
perfume of clover, honeysuckle and new
mown hay farewell bright little river rock
enthroncd farewell pure air, pure water,
and rcstfnl peace coming down from the
mountain tops farewell kind host and
hostess whose hospitality has been so pleas
ant and SO lavish. The ruling powers OF
life call us where the air hath no breath of
pine tree perfume in it, where the hot
summer sun beats down gdrishly ON pave
ments and is reflected back sulfocatingly in
our faces, but we carry with us all the
sweet cool memories you have given us
and we come back TO you again dear
friends all, rs soon as we may work our
own wills. We come, and we may say to
many man whose soul is weary within
him, whose brain and hand and heart are
tired "Ilere is for you the perfect rest and
peace of nature which is your mothers
arms MAN.