Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1899-06-08
CHAPTER VII.

AMID the earthnesS OIL HE,
r Ar,G vanity and strife
.F 1Iatb how sweet thy holy calm
saDDr' o,or the soul, like healing balm;
S C,., ike the dew to fainting flowers,
1o DDr;nc their enfeebled powers"
Thomas Grinfed.
The following Sabbath morning the en-
Iolond family with the exception Oft
ut .Dat RocboJ attended divine service, &C
,,,1ing to their custom.
T. was a perfect June morning. Dew
I'LL snarkled on the fresh, green grass
e ." +bov drove along to the meeting house,
Io same meeting house whose windows,
ssek and bare, had looked at Paul Re-
r,,p with a spectral glare on the never
.,,bp.fOrgotten night of his immortal ride.
Tho clear, delightful air was sweet with
tho fragrance of field flowers and all sorts
n Hlosoming things. Birds sang mer-
-1v On fence-top and tree. Over all pour
Al +be radiant sunshine and the exquisite
s1JDess of a Sabbath day.
Except for the serious, anxious faces of
tbp people who met in silence at the door
o' the meeting house and greeted each
otspr with friendly mods but unsmiling
Tu no one would have dreamed Of the
rsyedy recently enacted within sight Of
fiat spot or of the terrible days yet to
come
Scarcely a heart in the little assembly
that did not feel it's burden of sorrow
and foreboding pressing heavier than ever
fiat fair morning. For word had come
Of assaults soon to be made; many of the
militia had been allowed to spend this day
with their families and all realized the
gravity Of the situation.
Timothy Leland ever since Desires an
nOuncement of her promise given to her
eOuntry's enemy had felt strange depres'
sion of soul. His heart was heavy within
him. He made his preparations for &C.
cOmpanying his sons to Cambridge with
little of the patriotic zeal which had hith
ertO inspired him. Who knew but that
bullet from his gun might not cut off the
life 50 dear to his beloved child? His
head was bowed in anguish of perplexity
and sorrow. He sat in his accustomed
place at the head of his great, square pew,
and his prayers rose up in one mighty
pleading:
20 Lord, my God, graciously bestow
Thy spirit in full measure upon thy ser.
want and direct him in all his ways"
His comedy, capable wife, the Mistress
Esther sat by his side, and her thoughts
were all Of him and the two stalwart sons
upon her other hand. They, fresh from
scenes so strongly in contrast to the quiet
farm life they had hitherto known, eager
for the coming opportunity to avenge the
cruel wrongs of their fellow townsmen,
paid slight heed to the good parsons SER
m0n
Sylvia and Dolly were opposite them.
Dolly, conscientious little worshiper, gave
heed to every word, but Sylvia's eyes
strayed continually to the singers seats,
where her sisters sat. David Townsend
and Roger Stedman were also there.
Roger had been one Of the first to join
the grand American army" This was
ais first visit home.
As Sylvia looked at these four, she felt
renewed rush of anger against Delight
and sorrow for Dave, and q mixture Of
emotions towards Desire. What would
Roger say, she wondered, when he learn
ed all that had been happening during his
absence?
Softly the opening words of the males
Tic anthem fell upon her ears.
The earth is the Lords and the fullness
thereof; the world and they that dwell
therein. For He hath founded it upon
the seas and established it upon the
foods"
Then Rogers sweet tenor and Dawes
deep bass rang out in duet:
no shall ascend into the hill of the
Lord! And who shall stand in His holy
pace: And Desires fute-like soprano
blended with her sisters alto in the an
swer:
lie that hath clean hands and a pure
leart; Who hath not lifted up his soul I'M
% vanity, Nor sworn deceitfully."
IN unison the four voices joined:
de shall receive the blessing from the
LORD And righteousness from the God Of
us salvation. This is the generation of
mem m that seek Him, that seek Thy face,
'od of Jacob. Lift up your heads, 0
Y gates, and be We lifted up, We everlast-
As doors, And the King of glory shall
'0me in-the King of glory shall come in!'
AGAIN the tenor and bass, in duet,
asked:
Who is this King of glory? Who is
MS Hing of glory?''
And the glad response in full chorus of
quartet, choir, double bass viol, violins
md flute filed the old church with a
'Welllng food of melody:
The Lord-the Lord, strong and
MIGHTY. The Lord, the Lord, the Lord
Mighty in battle. Lift up your heads, 0
e gates. Even lift them up, We everlast>
" doors, And the King of glory shall
,V m, in! The King of glory shall come
once more the query sounded out:
Who is this King of glory? Who is
us King of glory?' bringing the jubilant
answer:
r, Inc Lord of Hosts, the Lord of Hosts
Ie IS the King of glory. He is the King of
"ofy, He is the King, the King of glory!"
as the last ringing notes died away the
,ousregation sat in an awed hush. 1t
81 as though the everlasting doors
lsu been lifted up in very truth, giving
sem glimpse Of the mighty King of
sF!' the Lord of Hosts, who was about
" come and lead His little band of de-