The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1874-04-07
The Story OF Jock WiIlisiou,

Some Of our folks go over to the Is-
land to meeting o.day; you'd like to 20
along, maybe ? qucried our host ut break.
fast, on the morning of our second Sun.
day at i.
To the Island? Delightful Let us
go, Of course!'
Its good piece Of walking from the
landing to the CHURCH you know
How far7'
About two miles--up hill aud down
dale
Only two miles. A mere uothing =
we chorused, smiling at each other as we
remembered how impossible two miles OF
our native pavement might have seemed
on that midsummer day. But here. with
the wooipg note of the sea in our ears. and
the streogth Of the salt air tingling
through our veins, what might we not do
and dare7
81 light was the oreez , rs we stood or
the beach. that we scarcely felt it strike
our rsis.d hsnd- yet the little boat
which came to take us IF caught the soft
breath 10 her sails, apt waited us sccro.s
the ohsuuel Z. utly suu uuiselt.ely 40 q
.pirit.
| ueed not psuee to d scribe tie WA k
that followed, although We r"tnernh her, d II
lopg afierwsid vnh keen d,llght. TIE
uhdulsting slopts rot,d With >Inuce AID
| b. VI marvellous ~ uuetiy aud c"lur the
giay nutcrop Of limestone rock ttndriug
he crisp carpet of short grass. snd drJ .
br""n moss sptesd along the roadside {;
the hali.sVcre little tovv- uf wsnderuu.
besuty, where fleets Of small buatr. like
White winged wst.rfuSl. rocked ihsiy At
auchur, aud the hlde water pIa.hed so,tl,
ul OF the tiny i-l.t-, uhure quaint rock
work was veiIsd and garapl.d by creep.
iug vipes and roddipg harebeil,; und-
tar & the liue vh're Ky and ocean met,
embracing al with suggestions Of the iu.
Unite hAfmony all these, then almost
I uuproiabed, are grown familiar 10 these
latter Years. even to most careless eyes.
The small white church, with its odd
cupoIa ard slowly swinging bell, came 10
eight at length, crowniug the summit Of II
gentle elevation Entering, We took our
places among the worshippers.
The greater part cf the simple dis.
cour.s have long since forgotten, but
the closing words spoken iu the low mus.
ical voice Of ths preacher, II, he bent
stoys the pulpit rail, svuud in nay inem
ory stii
Hear then, once more, the words Of
the text: That wns the tue Light,
which lgheth every mau that cometh
into the world Sometimes, my breth.
ren, We look long for the brightness Of
that rising. Even the eyes that watch for
tho morning may scarce discern night
from dawn. Yet there is no soul bui
some Observation-Disclosures n the
shining Of that Light. Every sacrifice of
self every victory Of love is but its brok
ca reflection. God forbid that any one
Of you, having felt the divine radiance,
should 60 away again into the outer dark
ness =
A hymn was sung. the fervept blessing
asked, and passing out with the congre.
CATION, VIC turned aside into the church.
yard, to spend the hour Of uoouday inter.
mission. Strolling about among the
quiet graves many Of which, especially
the resting places of little children, were
strewn tenderly with bright.hued shell.
and pebbles, my attention was arrested
BY the contrast between the low. plainly
carved stoses around me aud tall ,,lend.
or shaft Of the purest Italian marble, ris.
ing from solid graui'e pedestal at lit.
tie distance beyond. Drawing nearer, |
read in beautifully embossed character. :
In memory ef
JOCK WHILST ",
Who came tn himself, aud TO his
Fathers House.
o. Christms- Day. 1910.
! THY that sal in dar.nsss, saw yrsas hJh."
The brief epiisTh .'.nea'h whose quaint
phrase soue upususl sign 6rauce seem, a
concealed. aroused in me 4 strong desire
! Ia know NOR" ut the q iiet sleer.r n, inu