Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1882-03-16
AT CHURCH.


President Arthur at the Q,aiet Little EpSsco-
pal Church.
Boston Herald Washington Letter
St. Johns Church standing on the coy
nor of e and Sixteenth streets, opposite
Lafayette Square, is one of the most I'M
obtrusive objects at the capital. It's IVY
hung walls are OF stucco, painted brown;
its small windows shielded BY dark green
blinds. On it's apex is set q square little
steeple, surmounted by $ weathe1cock in
stead OF a cross, in which is hung o little
bell, whose cali suggests a COW bell tink
ling over grassy slopes, despite it calls to
prayers the president, the army and navy.
the Oldest families, aud nov Tic
mall crowd, who come to gaze npon those
who Rear the purple OF fashion
and power. Perhaps the most idyllie spot in
Washington is Lafayette Square, against
whose embowered vistas St. Johns looks
most pictureqRe. Yet altogether it is so
quaint and small, it seems but the old-fash-
Toned home OF q family who has an ances-
Try. lnszde the suggestion is well kept up
1t has alcores and corners lii which de-
lTont worshipers may hide and pray, all d
out OF which they may vanish by little side
doors as unseen to the gay crowd in the
centerof the church as il they had never
entered it. Above its altar, hung in lace
ana purple, 4 mimic armament Of blue is
set with golden stars, which twinkle down
on gilded chaGces and great vaces filled
with flowers. Here at present ministers a
man, young and deyout. Rev William A.
Leonard, who, one year ago, left an ador-
ing congregation in Brooklyn, N. Y, to be-
come the rector Of this influential little
church OF The capital. His congregation,
always an educated and intelligent one,
has become greatly augmented
since President Arthur has become
3 regular worshiper in the seat
once occupied by President Madison.
President Arthur looks just as he did
when he was collector Of the port Of New
York, and nobody took any particular pains
knee before q throne springs into eager
curiosity in the eyes of the American citi-
zen. Tins quiet and unobtrusiysly ST.
Johns has developed into q small Boston
Trinity church, since it has contained a big
and august president to be stared at. The
small lobby is thronged with q crowd that
oyerhoWs into the street till the president
comes. Up stairs in the minute galleries
another crowd crane their necks toward the
down stair aisles, enchanting in whispers
not subaued, HWheYe is hep In due time
their eyes are rewarded, as, with the slow
and solemn step that no fate could hurry,
a very tall and very large man endowed to q
potent degree with that mys-
ferrous thing caIedA presence.
passes up to. his pew in the center of the
church and. kneeling, bows his head. e
you ntinue 10 gaze upon him as he sits
with his face shaded by his hand, as if TO
shield it from vulgar observation, you see
that it bears the look Of one to whom great
things have happened and that it is soleala
sadness. Among the long timed members
of st. Johns church, ia Judge Coy, Mont
gomerY Blair, and Admiral Rogers. II was
the regular place Of Worship Of both Secre-
| taries Fish and Eparte and other members
OF the cabinet, and, since tie early days Of
the city Of Washington it has borne on its
records the names Of many men and Wo-
men more or less illustrious ID public and
civil life, who found a beloved spiritual
home in this quaint and loWly 4house Of
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