The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1879-01-18
An ADVENTURE IN CHURCH.

Amusing incidents occur sometimes in-
SHE as well AS outside our church DOORS as
the little episode we are about To narrate
will, We think. amply attest. conscience, "
says the immortal bard, make. towards
OF MS al. But what that inward monitor
fails to accomplish by day, Night, the sable
goddess, when she throws her mantle of
darkness over all, certainly completes. In
word. daIk knees tests both the courage
and character of the most 90 US. Many 4
brave blusterer ty sun light dwindles into
Insignificant uothingness, when the eye
fails to assure the other senses and the
imagination peoples every nook and cor
ner with objects of dread and alarm
Fancy reveis by star light, and app.ehen-
sion grows acute in impene,rable darkness.
Your big burly champion Of the blazing
sun, who, when the danger can be dis
cerncd is as brave as a lion. brtrays his
real character by his voice, when the pain,
full silence Of midnight Expresses the senses
lie could slay thousand Phillistines for
dinner, but would not, in the witching hour
Of night, shoulder a marble tomb stone in
a dark and dank grave yard for it's weight
in gold. This introduction, however is
not intended as an implied apology for the
nervousness of our victim of Saturday even
ing's adventure, as the sequel will show.
Nervousness, by the dim uncertain light of
the planets, - characteristic of mankind
generally, but particularly when agra
waited 10y sudden and unusual surprises.
/ But to our story. The week Of prayer
had closed. The careful and painstakin
sexton OF ono of our town churches in that
trustful frame of mind. which his close
relations with the sanctuary naturally be
gets, and solicitous for the physical COM
| fort Of the worshipers of the morrow, was
on Saturday evening engaged in the com
monplace, but no less necessary occupa-
ton OF receiving the fires in the basement
OF the NJ. +. Church. 1t was night, and
/ no light sa=e the feeble gimmer of torch
| illumined the sacred edifice. Throughout
the audience room above Zimmerman dark
ness reigned Now it happened that, while
the industrious sexton was thus employed,
the open door leading into the basement in
duced a passing brother to enter unau-
nounced. Expecting momentarily to meet
his brother draper, he of the Old Tesla
ment, surnamet Isaac the tailor, passed up
the staircase, sLod in his gums noiselessly,
softly as the i:.li Of feather into the audi
ence room above. Cropping his way in the
darkness. he quietly seated himself on the
( floor by the nearest register, by the side of
which hs INDUCED his favorite pastime
-toasting his frosty shins. The genial
warmth bcgot a more than usual contem-
platve mood. AS was his wont, he sat and
unused, else had We ne'e unused you, gen
tie reader, by the recital of his adventure.
Crouchcd close over the genial aperture,
flat upon the floor, the nonee Egyptian
philosopher sat in mood reflective. Now
tsilors are proverbisliy melancholy men.
Not so the draper below. Through the
open register fioated the echoes Of 4 CRATE
full heart
80 Children of the heavenly King,
AS we journey let us sing"
{
( Isaac responsive, thought, but sung not
/ from above
! - Fear not, brother. joyful stand,
On the border OF our land
/ Hurry up, old furnace, hurry up"
( family echoed from below.
I" Come on my partners in distress,
My comrades through the wilderness -
+ SlAm-bang-as the hurriedly opened and
closed furnace door indicated impatieuce
WAS on the increase, and the sexton WAS
auxious to be gone.
"a Hark from the tombs doleful sound,
My ears attend the cry -
thought the genial but sccentric Isaac. And
Is tina warmth increased, growing fervid:
thank thee for the present place,
And now III hope rejoice;
In confidence tn see thy face,
And always hear thy voice.
But the sexton had grown impatient, the
evenings work was done. Ills SON. echoed
his mood
Arise my soul. arise.
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