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"Yes，"Isaid。"Halicarnassus，askthedrivertohesuretotelluswhereLordHowefell。"
"Fellintothebrook，"saidthatOracle，andsatasstiffasapost。
Ticonderoga，——up-hillanddown-hillforsixmiles，whitehousesanddark，churchesandshops，andplayingchildrenandloungers，andmills，androughbanksandhaggardwoods，justlikeanyothersomewhatstragglingcountryvillage。Ono！Ono！Therearefewlikethis。_I_haveseennoother。Churchesandshopsandalltheparaphernaliaofbusy，bustlingcommonlifetheremaybe，butwehavenoeyesforsuch。Yonderonthegreenhighplainwhichwehavealreadyenteredisasimpleguide-post，guidingyou，notontoCanada，toNewYork，toBoston，butbackintothedeadcenturythatlivedsofiercelyandliessostill。Westandongroundover-foughtbyhostsofheroes。Hererisestillthebreastworks，grass-grownandharmlessnow，behindwhichmenawaitedbravelytheshockoffuriousonset，beforewhichmenrushedasbravelytodutyandtodeath。Slowlywewindamongthelittlesquaresofintrenchments，whosedeadliestoccupantsnowarepeacefulcowsandsheep，slowlyamongtalltrees，——ghoulsthatthrustouttheirslimy，coldfingerseverywhere，batteningonhorridbanquets，——nay，sorrowfultrees，notso。Yourgentle，verdantvigornourishesnolustofblood。Ratheryouspranginpityfromthecoldashesatyourfeet，thateverybreezequiveringthroughyourmournfulleavesmayharparequiemforPolydorus。
Alightingatthelanding-placewestrollupthehillandamongtheruinsoftheoldforts，andbreastourselvesthesurgingbattle-tide。Forwarisnottothisgenerationwhatithasbeen。Therustoflongdisusehasbeenrubbedoffbytheironhandoffate，——shallwenotsay，rather，bythegoodhandofourGoduponus？——andtheawfulwordstandsforthoncemore，red-letteredandreal。Marathon，Waterloo，Lexington，arenolongertheconflictofnumbersagainstnumbers，normerelyofprinciplesagainstprinciples，butofmenagainstmen。Andaswestandonthissilenthill，theprizeofsomanystruggles，ourownheartsswellwiththehopesandsinkwiththefearsthatitsgreenoldbluffshaveroused。Upfromyonwater-sidecamestealingtheGreen-MountainBoys，withtheirgrandandgrandiloquentleader，and，attheverygatewaywherewestand，astraditionsays，(etpotiusDiinuminefirment，)hethunderedout，withbrave，barbaricvoice，theimperioussummons，"InthenameofthegreatJehovahandtheContinentalCongress。"Nowonderthestartled，half-dressedcommanderisconfounded，and"theprettyfaceofhiswifepeeringoverhisshoulder"isfilledwithterror。WellmaysuchamotleycrewfrightenthefairEuropeanne。"FrenchmenIknow，andIndiansIknow，butwhoareye？"Ah！SirCommander，sobravelybedight，thesearethemenwhomyourparliamentaryknightsaretosweepwiththeirbroomsintotheAtlanticOcean。Bringonyourbesoms，fairgentlemen；yonderisChamplain，andalakeisasgoodtodrowninasanocean。Lookatthem，mylords，andlookmanytimesbeforeyouleap。Theyarearoughset，roughlyclad，astout-limbed，stout-heartedrace，insubordinate，independent，irrepressible，almostastroublesometotheirfriendsastotheirfoes；butthereisgoodstockinthem，——brainandbrawn，andbrainandbrawnwillyetcarrythedayovercourtandcrown，inthenameoftheright，whichshalloverpowerallthings。Weclamberdownintoarchedpassages，chokedwithdebris，overfloorstangledwithbriers，andjoininthewildwassailoftheboldoutlaw，firedbyhisvictoriouscareer。
Weclamberuptheruggedsidesandwindaroundtotheheadland。
Brilliantinthe"morning-shine，"exultantintheprideandpompofsplendidpreparation，ardentforconquestandglory，Abercrombiesailsdownthelovelyinlandsea，tosailbackdismantledanddisgraced。TheretrievingfleetofAmherstfollows，asbrilliantandaseager，——togainthevictoryofnumbersovervalor，buttoloseitsfruit，asmanyablood-
boughtprizehassincebeenlost，snatchedfromtheconqueror\'shandbythetraitor，doubt。Butthisisonlytheprologueofourgreatdrama。Allenleapsfirstuponthescene，buckleredasnowarrioreverwassincethedaysofHomerorbefore。ThenArnoldcomesflyingin，wrestinglaurelsfromdefeat，——Arnold，whodiedtoolate。HereSchuylerwalksupatnight，hismilitarysoulvexedwithinhimbythesleepingguardsandtheintermittentsentinels，hisgentlesoulharriedbytherusticill-breedingofhishinds，hismagnanimoussoulcruellytorturedbythemachinationsofjealousyandenvyandevil-browedambition。YonderonthehillBurgoyne\'sbatterythreatensdeath，andLincolnavengesusofBurgoyne。Letthecurtainfall；abloodiersceneshallfollow。
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Andthenwere-embarkonLakeChamplain，andallthesummerafternoonsaildownthroughphantomfleets，underthefrowningrampartsofphantomforts，pastgrimrowsofdeathful-throatedcannon，throughserriedhostsofwarriors，withbrightswordsgleamingandstrongarmsliftedandsternlipsparted；butfromlipsofmanorthroatofcannoncomesnosound。Athousandoarsstrikethroughtheleapingwaves，butnotaplashbreaksonthelisteningear。Athousandwhitesailsswelltothecomingbreeze，thatbringsgladgreetingfromtheinlandhills，butnothingbreaksthesilencesoftime。
Andofallbeautifulthingsthatcouldhavebeenthoughtoforhopedfor，whatshouldcometocrownourqueenofdaysbutathunder-storm，amostrealandvividthunder-storm，marshallingupfromthewestitsgrand，cumuloseclouds；black，jagged，bulgingwithimpatient，prisonedthunderbidingtheirtime，sharpandfierceagainstthebrilliantsky，spreadingswiftlyovertheheavens，fusingintoonegreatgraypall，droppingadimcurtainofrainbetweenusandtheland，closingdownuponusahollowhemispherepiercedwithshaftsoffireanddeafeningwithunseenthunders，wrestingusofffromthefriendlyskiesandshores，wrappingusintoanawfulsolitude。
OPrincessRohan，cometome！comefromthehiddencaves，whereyourevelinmagicalglories，comeupfromyourcorallinecavesinthemysterioussea，comefromthoseEasternlandsofnightingale，roses，andbulbuls，whereyourtropicalsoulwasbornandrockedinthelapofthelotus！OsunnySouthernbeauty，lostamongstNorthernsnows，flushforthinyourmysticalsplendorfromtherubywineofHafiz，floatdownfromyourcloudsofthesunsetwithshininggarmentsoflight，openthegoldendoorofyourpalacedomedinalily，glideovertheseinkywaves，Omyqueenofallwaters，cometomewhereveryouare，withyourpencildippedindarkness，starrywithdiamonddewsandspannedwiththesoftnessofrainbows，andsetonthisland-lockedNeptuneyourcrossoftheLegionofHonor，assuretotheangrygodhisbowlinValhalla，thatthethunder-vexedlakemaybesoothedwithitsimmortality！
Butthestormpasseson，thecloudssweepmagnificentlyaway，andtheglowingskyflingsupitsarchofpromise。Thelucentwaterscatchitsgleamandspreadintheirdepthsasecondarchasbeautifulandbright。So，haloedwithmagnificence，anearth-bornbarkonfairywaters，completelycircledbythisgloryoftheskiesandseas，wepassthroughourtriumphalgateway"deepintothedyingday，"andarepresentlydousedinthemudatRouse\'sPoint。Rouse\'sPointisundoubtedlyaverygoodplace，andtheyweregoodwomenthere，andtookgoodcareofus；butRouse\'sPointisadreadfulplacetowakeupinwhenyouhavebeeninDream-Land，——especiallywhenacircusisthere，singingandshoutingunderyourwindowsallnightlong。
Iwonderwhencircus-peoplesleep，ordotheynotsleepatall，butkeepupaperpetualgroundandloftytumbling？FromRouse\'sPointthroughNorthernNewYork，throughendlesswoodsandleaguesofbrilliantfire-weed，thespiritofthedeadflamesthatravedthroughthewoods，pastcorn-fieldsthatlookedrather"skimpy，"certainlynottobecomparedtoacorn-fieldIwotof，whoseownerhasamono-maniaonthesubjectofcornandpotatoes，andfertilizeshisfieldswithhisownbloodandbrain，——asnort，arush，ashriek，andthehundredmilesisaccomplished，andweareatOgdensburg，asmartlittletown，likeallAmericantowns，withhandsomeresidencesup，andhandsomeronesgoingup，withhaberdashers\'
shops，andlawyers\'offices，andjudges\'robes，andmosthospitablecitizens，——oneatleast，——andalltheimplementsandmachineryofgovernmentandself-direction，notexceptingahugetentforpoliticalspeakingandmanypoliticalspeeches，andeverybodyalert，public-spirited，andkeyeduptothehighestpitch。Allthisisinteresting，butwehaveseeniteversincewewereborn，andwelookawaywithwistfuleyestothenorth；forthisbroad，majesticriverstretchingsky-wardliketheocean，istheLawrence。Upthisriver，onthedayofSt。Lawrence，threehundredyearsago，camethemarinerofSt。
Malo，——turninginfromtheseatillhisstrainingeyesbeheldonbothsidesland，andplantedtheliliesofFrance。Nowitistheboundarylineofempires。Thosegreenbanksontheothersideareaforeigncountry，andforthefirsttimeIamnotmonarchofallIsurvey。Thatfinelittlecity，withstatelytreestoweringfromthemidstofitssteeplesandgrayroofs，isPrescott。AttherightrisetherampartsofFortWellington，whencecannon-ballscamehissingovertoOgdensburgsomefiftyyearsago。Westandwithinaprettyrange，supposetheyshouldtryitagain！Fartheronstillisaplain，graytower，whereahandfulof"patriots"intrenchedanddestroyedthemselveswithperversemartyrophobiainafoolishandfruitlessendeavor。Theafternoonisbeforeus；supposewerowover；hereisaboat，anddoubtlessaboatman，ortheferry-steamerwillbeheredirectly。Bynomeans；aferry-steameristhoroughlycommonplace；youcanferry-steamanywhere。Row，brothers，row，perhapsyouwillneverhavethechanceagain。
Lightly，lightlyrowthroughthegreenwatersofthegreatSt。
Lawrence，throughthesedgeandrankgrassthatwavestillinhismiddledepths，overthemileandahalfofgreatrushingbillowsthatrockourlittleboatsomewhatroughly:butIamnotafraid，——forIcanswim。
"Youcan，canyou？"saystheAnakim，incredulously。
"IndeedIcan，can\'tI，Halicarnassus？"appealingly。
"Likeabrick！"ejaculatesthatworthy，pullingawayattheoars，andonweshoot，steadilynearingtherusticstonecitythatlookssoattractive，sodifferentfromourhasty，brittle，shinglyAmericanhalf-minutehouses，——massive，permanent，fullofcharacterandsolidworth。Andnowourtinycraftbuttsagainstthepier，andweascendfromtheJesuitriverandstandonBritishsoil。Nostarsandstripeshere，butSaintGeorgeandhisdragonfightouttheirnever-endingbrawl。Nowar，novolunteering，noCongresshere；butpeaceandaParliamentandaQueen，Godblessher！andthisisherrealm，akingdom。NowifithadbeenayearagoIdonotknowthatIshouldnot，likeColumbus，haveknelttokissthesedingystones，somuchdidIloveandreverenceEngland，andwhateverborethedearEnglishname。Butwe——they，rather——havechangedallthat。
Amongthegreatgainsofthismemorableyear，——amongthedevotions，thesacrifices，theheroisms，——allthemighty，noble，andennoblingdeedsbywhichwestandenrichedforevermore，——therebroodstheshadowofoneirreparableloss，——
thelossofEngland。Successorfailurecanmakenodifferencethere。Englishgold，Englishsteel，Englishpluck，standtodayasalways；butEnglishintegrity，Englishstaunchness，Englishlove，wherearethey？JustwherePrescottis，nowthatwehavecometoit；forthesubstantialstonecityamileandahalfawayturnsouttobeamiserablelittledirty，butty，smutty，stagnantowl-cotewhenyougetintoit。Whatwetookforstoneisstolidity。Itisold，butitsageissqualid，notpicturesque。
Westumblethroughthealleysthatanswerforstreets，andcometothe"DogandDuck，"adark，dingyale-room，famousforitsfineale，wearetold，orperhapsitwasbeer:Idon\'tremember。
Itisnotinmalenaturetogobyontheothersideofsuchathing，andweenter，——theytotestthebeverage，GrandeandItomakeobservationofthesurroundings。Wetakepositioninthepassagebetweenthebar-roomandparlor。Ayellow-hairedSaxonchild，withbarelegsandfairface，crawlsoutfromsomeinnerhollowtothedoor，andimpendsdangerousonthesill，throwingnumerousscaredbackwardglancesoverhisshoulder。TheparloristakenbodilyoutofoldEnglishnovels，adirectdescendant，slightlyfurbishedupandmodernized，oftheVillageinnparlorofGoldsmith，——homely，clean，andcomfortless。Acottontidyovertherocking-chairbewrays，wroughtintoitscrochetedgorgeousness，thenameofUncleTom。ThisIcannotstand。
Timemaybringhealing，butnowthewoundisstillfresh。"O，youdidUncle-Tomitfamously，"Ihurlout，doublingmyfistattheBritishlionwhichglaresatmefromthatcottontidy。
"Irememberthosedays。Oyes！youwererampantonUncleTom。
YouareafamousfriendofUncleTom，withyourExeterHalls，andyourLordShaftesburys，andyourDuchessofSutherlands！
CryyourprettyeyesoutoverUncleTom，dear，tender-heartedBritishwomen。Writeappealingletterstoyoursistersoverthewaters，affectionate，conscientiouskindred；canonizeyoursaint，oursin，intidies，andchair-covers，andChristmasslippers，——weknowhowtotakeyounow；wehavefoundoutwhatallthatisworthwecanappraiseyourtearsbythebottle——inpounds，shillings，andpence。"Butthebeer-mencurtailmyharangue，soIshakemydepartingfistatthecoweringlion，and，leavingthisBritishinstitution，proceedtoinvestigateanotherBritishinstitution，——theundauntedEnglisharmy，initsdevelopmentinFortWellington。Awallshutstheworldoutfromthosesacredpremises；astileletstheworldin，——overwhichstilewestepandstandonthefortgrounds。Apartyofsoldiersaremakinggoodcheerinacornerofthepasture，——
perhapsIoughttosayparade-ground。Asnosentinelaccostsus，wehuntupone，andinquireifthefortisaccessible。Hedoesnotknow，butinclinestotheopinionthatitis。Wegoupthehill，walkroundthewall，andmarkwellherbulwarks，tillwecometoagreatgate，butitrefusestoturn。Thewallsaretoohightoscale，besidespossiblepicketsontheotherside。Ihavenodoubtintheworldthatwecouldcreepunder，forthegatehasshrunksinceitwasmade，andneedstohaveatuckletdown；butwhatwouldbecomeofdignity？GrandeandtheAnakimmakeareconnaissanceinforce，toseeifsomeunwarypostern-gatemaynotpermitentrance。Halicarnassusfumblesinhispocketsforedge-tools，asifQueenVictoria，whorulesthewaves，onwhosedominionsthesunneversets，whosemorningdrum-beatencirclestheworld，wouldleavethemaingateofhermainfortononeofthefrontiersofherempiresoinsecurelydefendedthatasingleAmericancancarryitwithhisfruit-knife。SuchideasIenergeticallyenforce，tillIamcutshortbytheslowretrogressionofthemassivegateonponderoushingesturning。
"Whataboutthefruit-knife？"inquiresHalicarnassusasIpassin。Thereconnoiteringpartyreturntoreportabootlesssearch，andareelectrifiedtofindthevictoryalreadygained。
"Seethegoodofhavingbeenthroughcollege，"exultsHalicarnassus。
"Howdidyoudoit？"asksGrande，admiringly。
"Bygeniusandassiduity，"answersHalicarnassus。
"Andliftingthelatch，"Iappend，forIhavebeenexaminingthemechanismofthegatesinceIcamein，andhavemadeadiscoverywhichdislodgesmysavantfromhispinnacle；namely，thattheonlyfasteningonthegateisahugewoodenlatch，whichnotoneofushadsenseenoughtolift；butthenwhothinksoftakingafortbyassaultandbatteryonthelatch？
Halicarnassushituponitbymereaccident，andIthereforeremorselesslyexposehim。Thenwesaunterabouttheplace，and，seeingawomaneyingussuspiciouslyfromanelevatedwindow，weshowthewhitefeatherandaskherifwemaycomein，which，seeingwehavebeeninforsometenminutes，weundoubtedlymay；andthenwemounttherampartsandpeerintoLabradorandHudson\'sBayandtheNorthPole，and，turningtoasoftersky，gazefroma"foreignclime"uponourowndearland，homeoffreedom，hopeofthenations，eye-soreoftheDevil，rentbyonesetofhisminions，andridiculedbyanother，butcomingoutofherfurnace-fires，ifGodpleaseandmanwill，heartierandholier，becausefreerandtruer，thaneverbefore。Omycountry，beautifulandbeloved，myhope，mydesire，myjoy，andmycrownofrejoicing，immeasurablydearerintheagonyofyourbloodysweatthaninthehighnoonofyourproudprosperity！standingforthefirsttimebeyondyourborders，andlookinguponyoufromafar，nowandforevermoreoutofafullheartIbreathetoyoubenedictions。
PARTIV。
DowntheSt。Lawrenceinasteamer，uptheSt。Lawrenceonthemaps，wesailthroughanotherdayfullofeagerinterest。
Everythingisfresh，new，novel。Isitbecauseweareinhighlatitudesthattheriverandthecountrylooksohigh？Icouldfancythatweareonaplateau，overlookingacontinent。Nowthewaterexpandsonallsideslikeanoceanmeetingthesky，andnowwearesailingthroughhay-fieldsandcountryorchards，asiftheSt。Lawrencehadtakenaturnintoourback-yard。
WehugtheCanadashore，andthickwoodscomedownthebanksdippingtheirsummertressesinthecoolNorthernriver，——broadpasture-landsstretchaway，awayfromrivertosky，——brown，dubiousvillagessailbyatlongintervals。OnthedistantsouthernshoreAmericahasstationedheroutposts，andunfrequentspiresattestacivilized，ifremotelife。Inthesunnydayallthingsaresunny，savewhenaClaudeLorraineglasslendsadark，richmysterytoeveryhillandcloud。TheClaudeLorraineglassisararaavus，andnotonlygivesnewlightstothescenery，butbringsoutthehumannatureonboardingreatforce。TheAnakimtellsusofonemanwhoaskedhiminaconfidentialaside，ifitwasashow，whereatwealllaugh。EvenIlaughattheman\'signorance，——I，athief，anassassin，atraitor，whosixweeksagohadneverheardofaClaudeLorraineglass；butnobodycantellwhohasnottriedithowmuchcreditonegetsforextensiveknowledge，ifonlyheholdshistongue。InallmylifeIamafraidIshallneverlearnasmuchasIhavebeeninferredtoknowsimplybecauseIkeptstill。
DowntheSt。LawrenceinanEnglishsteamer，whereeverythingisnotsomuchEnglishasJohnBull-y。Theservantsatthetablearethoroughlyandamusinglyyellow-plush，——ifthatisthewordIwant，andifitisnotthat，itisanother；forI
amquitesureofmyidea，thoughnotofthenamethatbelongstoit。Theservantsaresmoothandsleekandintense。Theyserveasifitwastheirbusiness，andaweightybusinessatthat，demandingalltheenergiesofacreatedbeing。
Accordinglytheygivetheirmindstoit。Thechieftainyonder，inwhitechokerandlocksprofuselyoiledandbrushedintoaresplendentexpanse，bearsAtlasonhisshoulders。
Hislipsarecompressed，hisbrowcontracted，hiseyesalert，hiswholemannerasabsorbedasifitwereanation，andnotaplum-pudding，thatheisengineeringthroughacrisis。LordPalmerstonisnothingtohim，Iventuretosay。Iknowtheonlywaytoaccomplishanythingistodevoteyourselftoit；
stillIcannotconceivehowanybodycangivehimselfupsocompletelytoadinner，evenifitishisbusinessandduty。
However，Ihavenothingtocomplainofintheresults，forwearewellserved，onlyforatrifletoomuchobviousness。Orderandsystemareundoubtedlygoodthings，butIdon\'tliketoseeanadomadeaboutthem。Ourwaitersstandbehind，atgivenstations，withpropheticdishesinupliftedhands，and，atacertainsignalfromthearch-waiter，downtheycomeliketheclashoffate。NowIsupposethisisallverywell，butformeIneverwasfondofmilitarylife。Undermyhousekeepingwebrowseindiscriminately。Whenwehavenothingelsetodo，wehaveameal。Ifitisnearernoonthanmorning，wecallitdinner。Ifitisnearernightthannoon，wecallitsupper，unlesswehavefashionablefriendswithus，andthenwecallitdinner，andtheotherthinglunch；andtentooneitissoscatteredaboutthatithasnonameatall。Atbreakfastyouwillbelikelytofindmeonthedoor-stepwithabowlofbreadandmilk，whileHalicarnassussitsonthebenchoppositeandbrandishesachicken-bonewiththecatmewingfuriouslyforitathisfeet。Asurreptitiousdoughnutissweetanddyspepticoverthemorningpaper，andgingerbreadisalwaystobehadbysystematicandintelligentforaging。ConsequentlythisBritishdrillanddisciplinearethoroughlyalarmingtome，andIamsurprisedandgratefultofindthatwearenotindividuallyregulatedbyatime-table。Iexpectadrum-beat；——one，incision；two，mastication；three，deglutition；——butwhattyrannydoesonenotexpecttofindundermonarchicalinstitutions？Putthatintoyournextvolume，intelligentBritishtourist。
DowntheSt。Lawrencewithmillionaires，andartists，andgayyounggirls，andsallow-facedinvalids，andwearyclergymenandmenofbusinesswhodonotknowwhattodowiththeirunwontedleisureandfindpleasuringamostunmitigatedbore，andmotherswithsickchildren，dearlittleunnaturalpalefacesandheavyeyes，——mayyourangelsbringyouhealth，tinyones！——
and，mostinterestingofalltome，apartyofpriestsandnunsontheirtravels。Theysitnearme，andIcanseethemwithoutturningmyhead，andhearthemwithoutmarkedlistening。Thepriestsaresleekheadedmen，andsuchassleepo\'nights，ruddy，rotund，robust，withblackhairandwhitebands，well-dressed，well-fed，well-to-do，jolly，gentlemanly，clique-y，sensible，shrewd，aufait。Thenuns——nowIamvexedtolookatthem。Arenunsexpectedtobeanymoredeadtotheworldthanpriests？ThenIshouldliketoknowwhytheymustmakesuchfrightsofthemselves，whilepriestsgoaboutlikeChristians？Whyshallanunwalkblack，andgaunt，andlank，withawhitetowelwrappedaroundherface，allpossiblebeautyandalmostallattractivenessdespoiledbyherhideouslyunbecomingdress，whilepriestsweartheirhairandtheirhatsandtheircoatsandtheircollarslikeanyothergentleman？
Whyarethewomentobesetupastargets，whilethemenmaypassunnoticedandunknown？Ifthewoman\'sheadmustbeshornandshaven，whynottheman\'s？Itisnotfair。Icanthinkofnoreason，pretext，orexcuse，unlessitistobefoundinthefactthatwomenaremorebeautifulthanmen，andneedgreaterdisfigurementtomakethemugly。ThatisafactwhichIhavelongsuspected，andobservationsmadeonthisjourneyconfirmmysuspicions，——intensifythemintocertainty。Anuglywomanishandsomerthanahandsomeman，——ifyouexaminethemclosely。Sheisfiner-grained，moresoft，moredelicate。Menareanimalsmorethanwomen。Idonotnowmeanthegenericsenseinwhichweareallanimals，butspecificallyandsuperficially。Menlookmorelikehorsesandcows。Seeourbravesoldiersreturningfromthewars——Heaven\'sblessingrestuponthem！——grand，butaretheynotgruff？Awoman\'sfacemaybebrowned，roughened，andreddenedbyexposure，yetherskinisalwaysskin；butoftenwhenaman\'sfacehasbeenshelteredfromstormandshine，hisskinishide。Hismaneisnotgenerallysolongandflowingasahorse\'s，butthereitis。
Once，inacar，amaninfrontofmeputhisarmonthebackofhisseatandfellasleep。Presentlyhishanddroppedover，andIlookedatit，——amassofbroad，brawnyvitality，greatpipesofveins，greatcrescentsofnails，greatfurrowsatthejoints，andyoumightcutafinesirloinofbeefofftheballofthethumb；andthisisahand！_I_callitanox。A
woman\'shand，byhardlabor，spreadsandcracks，andsproutsbunchesatthejoints，andbecomestuberousattheendsofthefingers，butyoucanseethatitisadeformityandnotnature。
Ittellsasadstoryofneglect，oflabor，perhapsofheartlessness，cruelty，suffering。Butthisman\'shandwasbornso。Youwouldnotthinkofpityinghimanymorethanyouwouldpityanelephantforbeinganelephantinsteadofanantelope。Awoman\'shairissilkyandsoft，and，ifnotalwayssmooth，susceptibleofsmoothness。Aman\'shairisshag。Ifhetriestomakeitanythingelse，hedoesnotmendthematter。
Ceasingtobeshag，itdoesnotbecomebeauty，butfoppishness，effeminacy，MissNancy-ism。Amanisabrutebythelawofhisnature。Lethimapeawoman，andhedoesnotceasetohebrutal，thoughbedoesbecomeridiculous。Theonlythingforhimtodoistobethebestkindofabrute。
Inallofwhichremarksthereisnothingderogatorytoaman，——
nothingatwhichanyoneneedtakeoffence。Idonotsaythatmanhoodisnotaveryexcellentkindofcreation。Everythingisgoodinitsline。Iwouldjustassoonhavebeenabeetleasawoman，ifIhadneverbeenawoman，anddidnotknowwhatitwas。Idon\'tsupposeahorseisatallcrestfallenbecauseheisahorse。Onthecontrary，ifheisathorough-bred，bloodhorse，heisaproudandhappyfellow，prancing，spirited，magnificent。Soamanmaybesomagnificentlymanlythatoneshallsay，Surelythisisthemonarchoftheuniverse；
andhideandshagandmaneshallbevitalizedwithamatchlessglory。Letamanmakehimselfgrandinhisownsphere，andnotsitdownandmoanbecauseheisonlyaconnectinglinkbetweenahorseandawoman。
IsupposeMotherChurchisfullycognizantofthetruestateofaffairs，andthinksmenalreadysufficientlySatyric，butwomanmustbegrounddownasmuchaspossible，ortheworldwillnotbefendedoff。Andgrounddowntheyareinbodyandsoul。OMotherChurch！asIlookuponthesenuns，Idonotloveyou。Youhavedonemanywiseandrightdeeds。Youhavebeenthearkofthetestimony，therefugeoftheweary，thedispenserofalms，theconsolerofthesorrowful，thehopeofthedying，theblessingofthedead。Youareconvenientnow，wieldyinanelection，effectivewhenagoldringismissingfromthetoilettecushion，admirableinyourmachinery，andastonishinginyourpersistencyandpower。Butwhathaveyoudonewiththesewomen？Inwhatsecretplace，inwhatdungeonofdarknessanddespair，inwhatchainsoftorpidityandoblivion，haveyouhiddenawaytheirsouls？Theyaretwenty-fiveandthirtyyearsold，buttheyarenotwomen。
Theyarenothingintheworldbutgrown-upchildren。Theirexpression，theirobservation，theirinterests，areinfantile。
Thereisnocharacterintheirfaces。Therearemarksofpettishness，butnotofpassion。Nothingdeep，tender，beneficent，maternal，isthere。Timehasdonehispart，butlifehasleftnomarks。Theirsmilesandlaughterarethemerrimentofchildren，beautifulinchildren，butpainfulhere。MotherChurch，youhavedwarfedthesewomen，helplessly，hopelessly。Youaccomplishresults，butyoudeterioratehumanity。
DowntheSt。Lawrence，thegreat，melancholyriver，grandonlyinitsgrandeur，solitary，unapproachable，cutofffromthecompanionship，theactivities，andtheinterestsoflifebyitsrocksandrapids；yetcalmandconscious，workingitsworkinsilentstate。
Therapidsarebadfortraffic，butcharmingfortravellers；
andwhatisalittlerevenuemoreorless，toasensation？
Thereisnotdangerenoughtoawakenterror，butthereisenoughtorequirevigilance；justenoughtoexhilarate，toflushthecheek，tobrightentheeye，toquickenthebreath；
justenoughforspiceandsauceandsalt；justenoughforyoutoplayatstormandshipwreck，andheroismindanger。Therockingandsplashingoftheearlyrapidsismerefun；butwhenyougeton，whenthesteamerslackensspeed，andaskiffputsofffromshore，andanIndianpilotcomesonboard，andmountstothepilot-house，youbegintofeelthatmattersaregettingserious。Butthepilotischattingcarelesslywithtwoorthreebystanders，soitcannotbemuch。Ah！thissuddencessationofsomething！Thisunnaturalquiet。Themachineryhasstopped。What！theboatisrushingstraightontothebanks。H-w-k！Awholeshowerofsprayisdashedintoourfaces。Littleshrieksandlaughter，andasuddenhoppingupfromstools，andasuddenretreatfromtherailingtothecentreofthedeck。Staggering，quivering，aghast，theboatreelsandcareens。Seetheandplungetheangrywaters，whirling，foaming，furious。Lookatthepilot。Nochattingnow，nobystanders，butfixedeyesandfirmlips，everymuscleset，everynervetense。Yes，itisserious。Serious！closebyus，seemingscarcelyayardaway，frownsablackrock。Themaddenedwavesdashupitssullenback，thewhite，passionatesurfsurgesintoitswrathfuljaws。Here，there，before，behind，blackrocksandawilduproarofwaters，throughallwhichProvidenceandourpilotleadussafelyintothestilldeepbeyond，andwelookintoeachother\'sfacesandsmile。
Andnowthesunsetreddensonthewater，reddensonthebendingskyandthebeautifulclouds，andmenbegintocomearoundwithcardsandconverseofthedifferenthotelsintheMontrealthatistobe；onetellsusthatthePrinceofWalesbeamedroyallightupontheSt。LawrenceHall，andweimmediatelydecidetomakethebalancetruebypatronizingitsrivalDonegana，whereuponaman——ameredisinterestedspectatorofcourse——
informsusinconfidencethattheDoneganaisnothingbutruins；heshouldnotthinkwewouldgothere；burntdownafewyearsago，——ashabbyplace，keptbyagrasswidow；butwhenwasAmericaneverscaredoffbythesoundofaruin？SoDoneganaitis，thehousewiththesoftlyflowingItalianname；andthenwepassunderthearchofthefamousVictoriaBridge，whosecorner-stone，orcap-stone，orwhateveritisthatbridgeshave，waslaidbythePrinceofWales。(AndtothisdayIdonotknowhowtheflag-staffofourboatclearedthearch。Itwastenfeetaboveit，Ishouldthink，andIlookedatitallthetime，andyetitshrivelledunderinthemostlaughableyetbafflingmanner。)Inthemildtwilightwedisembarked，andwerequicklyomnibusedtotherelicsofDonegana，whichturnedouttobeverywell，verywellindeedforruins，withasmartstonefront，andIdon\'tknowbutstoneallthewaythrough，withtheusualallowanceoflacecurtains，andcarpets，andgildingintheparlors，notwithstandingflamesandconjugaldesolation；alsoahandwelcomedusinthegas-litsquareadjoining，andwewerehospitablyentreatedandtransmittedtothebreakfast-tablenextmorninginperfectsight-seeingtrim；
onlytheAnakimwascross，andmutteredthattheyhadsenthimoutinthevillagetosleepamongthehens，andtherewasacacklingandscreamingandchoppingoffofheadsallnightlong。Butthebreakfast-tableassuredusthatmanyacacklemusthavebeentheswan-songofdeath。Halicarnassuswonderedifsomethingmightnotbeinventedtoconsumesuperfluousnoise，asgreatfactoriesconsumetheirownsmoke，buttheAnakimsaidtherewasnocallforanynewinventioninthatlinesolongasHalicarnassuscontinuedinhispresentappetite，——withasignificantglanceattheplumpchickenwhichthelatterwasvigorouslyconvertingintomammalia，andwhichprobablywastheveryonethatdisturbedtheAnakim\'srepose。
Andthenwediscussedtheday\'splanofoperations。
Halicarnassussaidhehadbeendiplomatizingforacarriage。
Themanintheofficetoldhimhecouldhaveoneforfivedollars。Hethoughtthatwasratherhigh。Mansaiditwastheregularprice；couldn\'tgetoneforanylessinthecity。
Halicarnassuswentoutandsawonestandingidleinthemarket-place。Askedtheprice。Threedollars。Forhowlong？Driveyouallroundthecity，Sir；seeallthesights。
Thenhewentbackandtoldthemanattheoffice。
"Well，"Isaid，afterhehadswallowedawassail-bowlofcoffee，andshowednodispositiontogoon，"whatdidyoudothen？"
"Cameintobreakfast。"
"Didn\'tyoutelltheclerkyouwouldnottakehiscarriage？"
"No。"
"Didn\'tyoutelltheothermanyouwouldtakehis？"
"No。"
"WhatDIDyoudo？"
"Letitwork。Don\'tbeinahurry。Giveathingtimetowork。"
"Andsupposeitshouldworkyououtofanycarriageatall？"
"Nodanger。"Andtobesure，whenwehadfinishedbreakfast，thethree-dollarhackwasthereawaitingourpleasure。OurpleasurewastodriveoutintotheBritishpossessions，firstaroundthemountain，whichisquiteamountainforavilla，thoughnothingtospeakofasamountain，withseveralhandsomeresidencesonitssides，andagoodmanynotsohandsome；butthemountainisapetofMontreal，and，asIsaid，quitethethingforacockneymountain。ThenwewenttotheFrenchCathedral，whichis，Ibelieve，thegreatgunofecclesiasticalNorthAmerica，butithungfirewithme。Itwaslarge，butnotgreat。Therewasnounity。Itwasnotimpressive。Itwasrunningoverwithfrippery，——ollapodridacroppingouteverywhere。Itconfusedyou。Itdistractedyou。Itweariedyou。Yousighedforsomewhatsimple，quiet，restful。Thepictureswerepronouncedpoor。Idon\'tknowwhethertheywereornot。Inevercantellapictureasacooktellshermince-piemeat，bytastingit。Onepictureisarevealerandoneisadaub；buttheyarealiketomeatfirstglance。Forapicturehasanindividualityallitsown。Youmustwooitwithtenderardor，oritwillnotyieldupitsheart。Thechancelookseesonlycolorandcontour；butasyougazethecolorglows，thecontourthrobs，thehiddensoulheavestheinertcanvaswiththesolemnpalpitationsoflife。Artisdeadnolonger，butinformedwithdivinevitality。ThereisnopicturebutHopecrownedandradiant，orpaleandpatientSorrow，orthetendersanctityofLove。Thelandscapeoftheartistisneitherpaintingnornature，butsummerfieldsandrosysunsetsover-floodedwithhisowninwardlight。OnlyfromherHeaven-anointedmonarch，man，canNaturereceiveherknightlyaccolade。Andshallonedetectthefalseorrecognizethetruebytheminute-hand？Isupposeso，sincesomedo。ButIcannot。Peoplewholiveamongthedivinitiesmayknowthegoddess，forallherSpartanarms，hernakedknee，andknottedrobe；butI，earth-bornamongearth-born，mustneedsbeholdtheauroralblush，theglidinggait，theflowingvestment，andthedivineodorofherpurplehair。
InthevestibuleoftheFrenchCathedral，Ibelieveitis，youwillbeholdaheart-rendingsightinaglasscase，namely，agroupofchildren，babiesinlongclothesandupwards，inadreadfulstateofbeingdevouredbycotton-flannelpigs。Theirpoorlittlewhitefrocksarestainedwithblood，andtheyareknockedaboutpiteouslyinvariousstagesofmutilation。A
labelinfrontinformsyouthatcertaininnocentsincertainlocalitiesaresubjecttothisshockingtreatment；andyouareearnestlyconjuredtodropyourpennyoryourpoundintothebox，torescuethemfromafatesoterrible。Youmustbeacannibalifyoucanwithstandthisappeal。Sufferingthatyouonlyhearof，youcanforget，butsufferinggoingonrightunderyoureyesisnotsoeasilydisposedof。
Leavingthepigsandpapooses，wewillgoto——whichofthenunneries？TheGray？Yes。Butwhenyoucomehome，everybodywilltellyouthatyououghttohavevisitedtheBlackNunnery。
TheGrayisnottobementionedinthesameyear。Donot，however，flatteryourselfthatinchoosingtheBlackyouwillbeanymoreenviable；therewillnotbewantingmyriadswhowillassureyou，that，nothavingseentheGray，youmightaswellhaveseennothingatall。TotheGrayNunnerywentwe，andsawpicturesandaltarsandsaintsandcandlesticks，andlittledove-cotfloorsofgalleriesjuttingout，whereafewwomencrossed，genuflected，andmumbled，andanoldwomancameoutofadooraboveoneofthem，andaskedthepeoplebelownottotalksoloud，becausetheydisturbedtheworshippers；butthepeoplekepttalking，andpresentlyshecameoutagain，andrepeatedherrequest，withalittleoftheInquisitioninhertonesandgestures，——nomorethanwasjustifiableunderthecircumstances:butshelookedstraightatme；andOoldwoman！
itwasnotIthattalked，normyparty。Wewerenoiselessasmice。ItwasthatwomanoverthereinaGothicbonnet，withabunchofrosesundertheroofasbigasacabbage。Presentlythegreatdoorsopened，andaprocessionofnunsmarchedinchantingtheirgibberish。Ofcoursetheyworethedisguiseofthoseabominablecaps，withgray，uncouthdresses，theskirtstakenupinfrontandpinnedbehind，afterthemannerofwasherwomen。Yettherewerefacesamongthemonwhichtheeyelovedtolinger，——somenottooyoungfortheiryears，somefurtiveglances，somedemurelooksfromtheyetundeadenedyouthunderthoseuglyrobes，——somefacesofstruggleandsomeofvictory。OMotherChurch，hereIdonotbelieveinyou！
Thesenaturesaregnarled，notnurtured。Theseelaboratelyreposefulfacesarenotnatural。Thesedowncasteyesanddroningvoicesarenotnatural。Notonethinghereisnatural。
Whiskofftheseclinginggraywashing-gowns，putthesegirlsintocrinolineandGothicbonnets，andtheinnocentfinerythatbelongstothem，andsendthemoutintothewholesomedaylighttotalkandlaughandmakemerry，——thebirthrightoftheiryoungyears。AreligionthatdeprivesyounggirlsoroldgirlsofthisboonisnotthereligionofJesusChrist。
Don\'ttellme！
Thenunspassout，andwewanderthroughthesilentyard，cutoffbyallthegloomofthemedievaltimesfromthedin，activity，andgoodcheerofthestreetbeyond，andareconductedintotheOldMen\'sDepartment。Thefloorsandfurniturearefaultlesslyandfragrantlyclean。Thekitchenisneatandsusceptibleofwarmthandcomfort，evenwhenthesun\'sshortwooingisover。Thebedsarerangedalongthewallsplumpandnice；yetIhopethat，whenIamanoldman，Ishallnothavetosleeponbluecalicopillow-cases。Hereandthere，withinandwithout，oldmenarebaskingintheraresweetwarmthofsummer，andwiththeircanesandtheirsunshineseemverywellbestowed。NowIlikeyou，MotherChurch。Youdobetterbyyouroldmenthanyoudobyyouryoungwomen，——
simplybecauseyouknowmoreaboutthem。Howcanyou，PapaandMessrs。Cardinals，beexpectedtounderstandwhatisgoodforagirl？Ifonlyyouwouldconfineyourselftowhatyoudocomprehend，——ifonlyyouwouldapplyyouradmirableorganizationstolegitimatepurposes，andnotrunmadonmachinery，youwoulddoangels\'work。
Fromtheoldmen\'squarterswegoupstairswheresewingandknittingandallmanneroffancy-work，especiallyinbeads，aretaughttolongandlanklittlegirlsbylongerandlankerlargegirls，companionedbyafewoldwomen，withcommonplaceknitting-work。Everythingeverywhereisthoroughlyneatandcomfortable；butIhaveadesperatepangofhome-sickness；forifthereisoneconditionoflifemoreintolerablethananyother，itisastateofunvarying，hopelesscomfort。
FromtheGrayNunnerytotheEnglishChurch，whichIlikemuchbetterthantheFrenchCathedral。Thereisageneraltoneofoakiness，solid，substantial，sincere，liketheEnglandoftradition，——setoffbyabrilliantmemorialwindowandamemorialaltar，andothermemorialthingswhichIhaveforgotten，butwhichImakenodoubtthepeoplewhoputthemtherehavenotforgotten。Herealsowefind，asallalonginCanada，vestigesofhisRoyalHighness，thePrinceofWales。
WeareshowntheBiblewhichhepresentedtotheChurch，andwegazewithbecomingreverenceupontheaugusthandwriting，——
thepewinwhichheworshipped；andtheloyalbeadleseesnothingbutreverenceinourmomentaryoccupationofthatconsecratedseat。Evidentlythereisbutaveryfaintlineofdemarcationintheoldman\'smindbetweenhisheavenlyandearthlyking；butanoldmanmayhaveaworseweaknessthanthis，——anunreasoning，blind，faithfulfondnessandreverenceforablamelessprince。Godblesstheyoungman，inthatheisthesonofhisfatherandmother。Godhelphim，inthatheistobeKingofEngland。
Chancelandwindow，altar，andarchesandaislesandtreasures，——isthereanythingelse？Yes，theapplethatEveate，transfixedtooak，——hardtounderstood，butseeingisbelieving。AndthenpastNelson\'smonument，somewhatbattered，liketheherowhomitcommemorates；pasttheChampdeMars，afineparade-ground，hardandsmoothasafloor；pastthebarracksandthereservoir，tothenewCourt-House，massiveandplain。Thenhometodinnerandlounging；thentravelling-dresses，andthesteamer，andamostlovelysunsetontheriver；andthenanightoftranquillityrunningtofog，andamorningapproachtotheuniquecityofNorthAmerica，——
thefirstandtheonlywalledcity_I_eversaw，oryoueither，Idaresay，ifyouwouldonlybewillingtoconfessit。Theaspectofthecity，asonefirstapproachesit，isutterlystrangeandforeign，——ahighpromontoryjuttingintotheriver，withashelfofsqualid，crowded，tallandshaky，orlowandsquattytenementsatitsbase，almoststandingonthewaterandrisingbehindthem，forthebackoftheshelf，arough，steepprecipiceabuttedwiththesolidmasonryofwallandcitadel。
Aboardfastenedsomehowabouthalf-wayuptherockycliff，inscribedwiththenameofMontgomery，marksthespotwhereahero，apatriot，agentleman，methisdeath。Disembarking，wewindalongastairofaroad，upsteepascents，andenterinthroughthegatesintothecity，——thewalled，uppercity，——
wallsthick，impregnable，gatesponderous，inert，burly。Youdidwellenoughinyourday，oldfoes；butwithArmstrongsandiron-clads，andEricssonstillliving，wherewouldyoube？——
answermethat。Quaint，odd，alienoldcity，——afaintphantasmagoriaofpastconflictsandforgottenplans，adingyfragmentoflabelleFrance，aclingingreminiscenceofEngland，adim，stonedreamofEdinburgh，alittleflutterofmodernfashion，planteduponasturdyrampartofantiquity，alittlecobwebofcommerceandenterprise，nettingoveragreatdealofchurchandpriestandkingwithanimmovablebasisofstolidexistence，——thatistheQuebecIinferredfromtheQuebecIsaw。Nothinginitwassointerestingtomeasitself。Butpassingbyitselfforthenonce，weprudentlytookadvantageofthefinemorning，anddroveouttotheFallsofMontmorencywithstaringeyesthatwantedtotakeinallviews，before，behind，onthissideandthat，atonce；andbecausewecouldnot，thejointsofmyneckatleastbecamesodrywithincessantactionthattheyalmostcreaked。Lowstonecottageslinedtheroad-sides，withwindowsthatopenedlikedoors，withaninevitablebigblackstovewheneveryoureyegotfarenoughin，withapleasantstoopinfront，withwomenperpetuallywashingthefloorsandthewindows，withbeautifulandbrilliantflowersbloomingprofuselyineverywindow，andoftentrailingandclimbingaboutitswholearea。Here，Itakeit，isthehomeofarealpeasantry，acontentedclass，comfortableandlookingfornohigherlot。Thesehousesseemdurableandultimate。
Theroofsofbothhousesandpiazzasarebroken，projected，picturesque，andoftenornamented。Theyshelter，theyprotect，theybrood，theyembrace。Therearelittletrellisesandcornicesandfancifuladornments。Thesolidhomelinessisfringedwithelegance。Thepeopleandthehousesdonotowneachother，buttheyaremarried。Thereislovebetweenthem，andpride，andaheartyunderstanding。Icanthinkofacountrywhereyouseelittlebrownorredclapboardedhousesthatareneithersolidnorelegant，thatarebothslightandawkward，——angularandshinglyanddismal。Theroofsareintendedjusttocoverthehouses，andarescantyatthat。Thesidesarestraight，thewindowsinexorable；andforflowersyouhaveahollyhockortwo，andperhapsanuncomfortablytallsunflower，sovereignforhens。
Thereisnohome-lookandnohome-atmosphere。IlovethatcountrybetterthanIlikethis；but，ifyoukillmeforit，thisdriveispicturesque。Thesedumpylittlesmooth，white，flouncedandfloweredcottageslooklikewicker-gatestoahappyvalley，——
born，notbuilt。Thecottagesofthecountry，inmythoughts，yes，andinmyheart，areneitherbornnorbuilt，but"putup，"——justforconvenience，justtolodgeinwhilewaitingforsomethingbetter，ortillthecornisgrown。Comingman，benefactorofourrace，youwhoshallshowushowtobecontentedwithoutbeingsluggish，——howtoberestful，andyetaspiring，——howtotakethegoodsthegodsprovideus，withoutlosingoutofmanlyheartsthesweetsenseofproviding，——howtoplanthappyfeetfirmlyonthepresent，andnotmissfromeagereyestheinspiritingoutlookofthefuture，——howtomakeawifeoftoday，andnotamistressoftomorrow，——comequicklytoaworldthatsorelyneedsyou，andbringafreshevangel。
Thecurrentofourthoughtsisbrokeninuponbyanewandpeculiarinstitution。Everysinglechild，andeverygroupofchildrenontheroad，leavesitsplayaswepassby，andalldartuponusonbothsidesofthecarriage，almostunderthewheels，almostunderthehorses\'feet，without-stretchedblackenedhands，andintensebrightblackeyes，running，panting，shouting，"Unsou！unsou！unsou！"IdonotthinkIamquiteinlovewiththisasaninstitution，butitisverylivelyasaspectacle；andthelittlefleet-footed，long-windedbeggarsshowatouchingconfidenceinhumannature。Thereisnoservilityintheirbeggary；andwhenitisglossedoverwithathinmercantileveneering，bythebrownlittlepawsholdingouttoyouagorgeousbouquetofoneclover-blossom，twodandelions，andaquartetteofsorrel-leaves，why，itceasestobebeggarly，andbecomestrafficoverlaidwithgrace，theacanthuscapitalsurmountingtheflutedshaft。Wemeetalsocontinualdog-carts，somethinglikethenondescriptwhich"blindCarwell"usedtodrag。Didyouneverseeit？Well，then，likethecartinwhichthearkwentuptoKirjath-jearim。
Nowyoumustknow。Stubborntwo-wheeledvehicles，withthewholefarmloadedintothebody，andthewholefamilyontheseat。Herecomesonedrawnbyacow，notunnatural。Unnatural！
Itisthekey-noteofthetune。Everythingiscow-y，——slowandsure，firm，butnotfast，kindly，sunny，ruminant，heavy，lumbering，basking，content。Calashesalsowemeet，——acumbrous，old-fashioned"one-hossshay，"withayellowbody，asuspicionofspringlessness，wheelswithhugespokesandbroadrims，andthedriversittingonthedash-board。NowweareattheFallsofMontmorency。Ifyouwouldknowhowtheylook，goandseethem。
Ifyouhaveseenthem，youdon\'tneedadescription；andifyouhavenotseenthem，adescriptionwoulddonogood。FromtheFalls，ifyouareunsophisticated，youwillresumeyourcarriageandreturntothecity；butifyouareaufait，youwillcrossthehigh-road，crossthepastures，andwinddownadamp，mossywood-pathtothestepsofMontmorency，——anaturalphenomenon，quiteasinterestingas，andmoreremarkablethan，theFalls，——
especiallyifyougoawaywithoutseeingit。Anyrivercanfallwhenitcomestoadam。Infact，thereisnothingforittodobutfall；butitisnoteveryriverthatcancarveoutinitsragesuchwonderfulstairwaysasthis，——seethingandfoamingandroaringandleapingthroughitsnarrowandnarrowingchannel，withalltheturbulenceofitsfierysoulunquelled，thoughthegraspofTimeisonitsthroat，silent，mighty，irresistible。
Montmorency，——Montmorenci，——sweetandstoriedname！You，too，havereceivedtheawfulbaptism。Bloodhasmingledwithyoursacrifices。Thesongofyourwildwaveshasbeenlostinthelouderthundersofartillery，andthebreezessweepingthroughthesegreenwoodshavesoothedtheagoniesofdyingmen。Intooneheartthisancientname，heavywithaweightofdisasterandfancieddisgrace，sankdownlikelead，——aburdenwhichonlydeathcouldcastoff，onlyvictorydestroy；anddeathcamehandinhandwithvictory。
Drivinghome，wetakemorespecialnoteofwhatinterestedusaggressivelybefore，——LordElgin\'sresidence，——thehouseoccupiedbytheDukeofKentwhenayoungmaninthearmyhere，longIsupposebeforethethroneofEnglandplaceditselfattheendofhisvista。DidthePrinceofWales，Iwonder，visitthisplace，and，sendingawayhisretinue，walkslowlyaloneundertheshadowsofthesesombretrees，strivingtobringbackthatfar-offpast，andsomevagueoutlineofthethoughts，thefeelings，thefearsandfanciesofhisgrandfather，then，likehimself，ayoungman，but，notlikehimself，afourthson，poorandanexile，withnoforesightprobablyoftheexaltationthatawaitedhisline，——hisonlychildtobenotonlytheladyofhisland，butourladyoftheworld，——awarm-heartedwomanworthilyseatedontheproudthroneofBritain，——anobleandgreat-souledwoman，inwhosesorrownationsmourn，forwhosehappinessnationspray，——whosenameisneverspokeninthisfar-offWesternworldbutwithasilentblessing。Anotherlow-roofed，many-roomed，ramblingoldhouseIstandupinthecarriagetogazeatlingeringlywithlonging，mistyeyes，——
thesometimehomeofFieldMarshaltheMarquisdeMontcalm。
WritingnowofthisinthefeltdarknessthatpoursupfromabandonedFredericksburg，fearingnotwhattheSouthmaydoinitsexultation，butwhattheNorthmaydoinitsdespondency，Iunderstand，asIunderstoodnotthen，noreverbefore，whatcomfortcametothedyingherointhecertainthought，"IshallnotlivetoseethesurrenderofQuebec。"
Nowagainwedrawnearthecitywhosethousandsofsilver(orperhapstin)roofsdazzleoureyeswiththeirresplendence，andIhaveanindistinctimpressionofhavingbeenseveraltimespackedoutandintoseesundrychurches，ofwhichIremembernothingexceptthatIlookedinvaintoseethetrophiesofcapturedcolorsthatoncehungthere，commemoratingtheexploitsoftheancients，——andonthewhole，Idon\'tthinkI
caremuchaboutchurchesexceptonSundays。SomewhereinCanada——perhapsnearLorette——issomekindofachurch，perhapstheoldest，orthefirstIndianchurchinCanada，——ormaybeitwasinterestingbecauseitwasburntdownjustbeforewegotthere。ThatistheonlydefinitereminiscenceIhaveofanychurchinQuebecanditssuburbs，andthatisnotsodefiniteasitmightbe。IamsureIinspectedthechurchofSt。RoqueandthechurchofSt。John，becauseIhaveentereditinmy"Diary"；butiftheywereallsetdownonthetablebeforemeatthismoment，IamsureIcouldnottellwhichwaswhich，orthattheyhadnotbeentransportedeachandallfromBoston。
Butweascendthecliff，weenterthecitadel，wewalkuponthePlainsofAbraham，andtheyoverpoweryouwiththeintensityoflife。Theheartbeatsinlaboredandpainfulpulsationswiththepressureofthecrowdingpast。YondershinesthelovelyisleofvinesthatgladdenedtheeyesoftreacherousCartier，theevilrequiterofhospitality。YonderfromPointLevitheladenshipsgogaylyupthesparklingriver，afestivefoe。Nightdropshermantle，andsilentlytheunsuspectedsquadronfloatsdownthestealthywaters，anddebarksitsfatefulfreight。Silentlyinthedarkness，thelonglineofarmedmenwritheuptheruggedpath。Therisingsunrevealsastartlingsight。Theimpossiblehasbeenattained。Now，toolate，thehurriedsummonssounds。Toolatethedeadlyfirepoursin。Toolatethethicketsflashwithmurderousrifles。
Valorisnosubstituteforvigilance。Shortandsharpthegrapple，andvictorandvanquishedalikeliedowninthearmsofall-conqueringdeath。Wherethislittletreeventuresforthitstenderleaves，Wolfefeltthebulletspeedingtohisheart。
Wherethismonumentstands，hissoldier-soulfled，allanguishsoothedawaybytheexultantshoutofvictory，——fledfrompassionandpain，fromstrifeandmadness，intotheeternalcalm。
Againandagainhasthisrockundermyfeetechoedtothetrampofmarchingmen。Againandagainhasthisgreenandpleasantplainbeendrenchedwithblood，thisblue，sereneskyhungwiththeblackpallofdeath。Thisbroadlevelofpasture-land，highupabovetherushingwatersoftheriver，butcoldlywooedbythefaintnorthernsun，andfiercelysweptbythewrathfulnorthernwind，hasbeenthegoldenboughtomanyaneagerseeker。Againstthesepitilesscliffsfullmanyahopehashurtled，fullmanyahearthasbroken。OhtheeyesthathavelookedlonginglyhitherfromfarSouthernhomes！Ohthethoughtsthathavevaguelywanderedoverthesebluffs，searchingamongtheshoutinghosts，perhapsbreathlesslyamongthesilentsleepers，forhouseholdgods！Ohthecoldformsthathavelainupontheseunnotingrocks！Ohthewhitecheeksthathavepressedthisspringingturf！OhthedeadfacesmutelyupturnedtoGod！
Struggle，conflict，agony，——howmanyofearth\'sMeccashavereceivedtheirchrismofblood！Thriceandfourtimeshopelessforhumanity，ifbattleisindeedonlymurder，violence，lustofblood，orpower，orrevenge，——ifinthatwildstormofassaultanddefenceanddeathlyhurtonlythefiendandthebeastmeetincarnateinman。Butitcannotbe。BattleistheDevil\'swork，butGodisthere。WhenMontgomerycheeredhismenuptheirtoilsomeascentalongthisscarcelyvisiblepathovertheroughrocks，andthetreacherous，ruggedice，washenotupbornebyaninwardpower，strongerthanbrute\'s，holierthanfiend\'s，higherthanman\'s？WhenArnoldflunghimselfagainstthisfortress，whenheledhisforlornhopeuptothesesullen，deadlywalls，when，afterrepulseandlossandbodilysufferingandweakness，hecouldstillstandstanchagainstthefoeandexclaim，"Iaminthewayofmyduty，andIknownofear！"wasitnotthegloriousmomentofthatdishonoredlife？
BattleisoftheDevil，butsurelyGodisthere。Theintoxicationofexcitement，thesordidthirstforfameandpower，thesordidfearofdefeat，mayhaveitsplace；butthere，too，standhighresolve，andsterndetermination，——
pureloveofcountry，theimmortallongingforglory，idealaspiration，god-likeself-sacrifice，loyaltytosoul，toman，totheHighest。Themeanestpassionsofthebrutemayravenonthebattle-field，butthesublimestexaltationsofmanhavefoundtherefitarena。
Fromthemomentofourpassingintothecitadelenclosure，ayoungsoldierhasaccompaniedus，——whetherfromcautionorcourtesy，——andgivesusvariousinteresting，andsometimesstartlinginformation。Heassuresusthatthesegunswillfireaballeightmiles，——alongrange，butnotsolongashisbow，Ifear。Iperceiveseveralgashesorslitsinthestonewallofthebuildings，andIaskhimwhattheyare。"Themareforthesoldiers\'wiveshinthegarrison，"herepliespromptly。
Isaynothing，butIdonotbelievetheyareforthesoldiers\'
wives。Asoldier\'swifecouldnotgetthroughthem。"Howmanysoldiersinaregimentareallowedtohavewives？"asksHalicarnassus。"Heighty，sir，"isthereadyresponse。Iamalittlehorror-struck，whenweleave，toseeHalicarnassusholdouthishandasifabouttogivemoneytothisbraveandBritishsoldier，andscarcelylesssotoseeoursoldierreceiveitquietly。ButIneednotbe，formyobservationshouldhavetaughtmethatsmallchange——feesIbelieveitiscalled——circulatesuniversallyinCanada。Outdoorsandin，itisallone。Everybodytakesafee，andisnotashamed。
Youfeeatthefalls，andyoufeeatthesteps。Youfeethechurch，andherewehavefeedthearmy；andifweshouldcallontheGovernor-General，Isupposeonewoulddropacoinintohisoutstretchedpalm，andhewouldraisehishatandsay，"Thankyou，sir。"IdonotknowwhetherthereisanyconnectionbetweenthisfactandanotherwhichInoticed；butiftheobservationbesuperficial，andtheconnectionimaginary，Ishallbenoworseoffthanothervoyageurs，soI
willhazardtheremark，thatIsawveryfewintellectualorelegantlookingmenandwomeninQuebec，or，forthatmatter，inCanada。Everybodylookedpeasant-yorshoppy，exceptthesoldiers，andtheywerenoticeablyhealthy，hale，robust，wellkept；yetIcouldnothelpthinkingthatitisapoorusetoputmento。Thesesoldiersseemsimplywell-conditionedanimals，fatandfull-fed；butnotnervous，intellectual，sensitive，spiritual。However，ifthepeopleofCanadaarenotintellectual，theyarepious。"Greatonsaintshere，"saysHalicarnassus。"TheycalltheirstreetsSt。Genevieve，St。
Jean，andsoon；andwhentheyhaverunthroughthelist，andarehardup，theyclubthemandhaveaStreetofAllSaints。"
CanadaseemedtobeakindofValleyofJehoshaphatforSecessionists。WescentedthearomasomewhatatSaratoga；
nothingtospeakof，nothingtolayholdof；butyouwereconsciousofachillonyourwarmloyalty。Therewerepettysmirksandsneersandquipsthatyoucouldfeel，andnotseeorhear。YouSENSED，tousearusticexpression，thepresenceofaclassthatwasnotpalpablytreasonable，butratherhalfcotton。ButatCanadaitcomesoutallwool。ThehotSouthopenslikeadoublerose，redandfull。TheEnglisharticleiscoolerandsupercilious。Isaynothing，formyroleistosee；
butHalicarnassusandtheAnakimexchangeviewswiththegreatestnonchalance，inspiteofpokesandscowlsandvarioussubtabularhints。
"Whatisthenews？"saysonetotheother，whoisreadingthemorningpaper。
"ProspectofEnglishintervention，"saystheothertoone。
"ThenwearejustinseasontoseeCanadaforthelasttimeasaBritishprovince，"saysthefirst。
"AndmusthurryovertoEngland，ifwedesigntoseeSt。GeorgeandthedragontutelizingWindsorCastle，"saysthesecond；
whereuponaJohnBullyonderlooksupfromhis\'amandheggs，andtheveryolddragonhimselfstepsdownfromthebanner-folds，andglaresoutofthoseirateeyes，andtheubiquitousBritishtourist，Ihavenodoubt，tookouthisnotebook，andputonhisglassesandwrotedownforhomeconsumptionanotherinstanceoftheinsufferableassuranceoftheseYankees。
"Wherehaveyoubeen？"IaskHalicarnassus，cominginlatetobreakfast。
"OnlyplanningtheinvasionofCanada，"sayshe，coolly，asifitwereamerepre-prandialdiversion，allofwhichwasnotonlyrude，butquitegratuitous，since，apartfromthefactthatwemightnotbeabletogetCanada，Iamsurewedon\'twantit。Iamdisappointed。IsupposeIhadnorighttobe。
Doubtlessitwassheerignorance，butIhadtheideathatitwasagreatcountry，richinpromiseifimmatureinfact，——anationtobeaddedtoanationwhentheclockshouldstrikethehour，——agoldenappletofallintoourhandswhenthefulnessoftimeshouldcome。Suchinspectionasafewdays\'
observationcangive，suchinspectionasBritishtouristsfindsufficienttosettlethefactsandfateofnations，leadsmetoinferthatitisnotgoldenatall，andnotmuchofanapple；andIcannotthinkwhatweshouldwantofit，norwhatweshoulddowithitifwehadit。Thepeopleareradicallydifferentfromours。Fancythosedark-eyedbeggarsandthosecalm-mouthed，cowy-meninthiseager，self-involvedrepublic。
TheymightbeannexedtotheUnitedStatesathousandtimesandneverbeunited，forIdonotbelieveanyprocessintheworldwouldturnaFrenchpeasantintoaYankeefarmer。Besides，I
cannotseethatthereisanythingofCanadaexceptabroadstripalongtheSt。LawrenceRiver。Itmakesagreatshowonthemap，butwhenyouferretitout，itisnothingbutshow——
andsnowandiceandwoodsandbarrenness；andI，forone，hopeweshallletCanadaalone。
"IthinkweshallbeobligedtoleaveQuebectomorrowevening，"
saysHalicarnassus，comingintothehotelparloronSaturdayevening。
"Notatall，"Iexclaim，promptlylayinganembargoonthatiniquity。
"OtherwiseweshallbecompelledtoremaintillMondayafternoonatfouro\'clock。"
"Whichwecanverycontentedlydo。"
"Butloseaday。"
"KeepingtheSabbathholyisneverlosingaday，"replieshisguide，philosopher，andfriend，sententiouslyandseverely，partlybecauseshethinksso，andpartlybecausesheiswellcontenttoremainanotherdayinQuebec。
"Butasweshallnotstarttillfiveo\'clock，"helamelypleads，"wecangotochurchtwicelikesaints。"
"Andbeginatfiveandtravellikesinners。"
"ItwillonlybeclippingoffthelittleendofSunday。"
Nowthatisaprinciplethebeginningofwhichisaswhenonelettethoutwater，andIwillnotolerateit。ShortweightsareanabominationtotheLord。Iwouldratherstealoutrightthanbemean。Ahighwayrobberhassomeclaimsuponrespect；
butapetty，pilfering，trickyChristianisadamningspotonourcivilization。LordChesterfieldassertsthataman\'sreputationforgenerositydoesnotdependsomuchonwhathespends，asonhisgivinghandsomelywhenitispropertogiveatall；andthegaylordbuildedhigherandstruckdeeperthanheknew，oratleastsaid。IfamanthinkstheGospeldoesnotrequiretheSabbathtobestrictlykept，Ihavenothingtosay；
butifhepretendstokeepit，lethimkeepthewholeofit。
Ittakestwenty-fourhourstomakeaday，whetheritbethefirstorthelastoftheweek。IutterlyrejecttheideaofsettingoffalittlenucleusofSunday，justafewhoursofsermon，andthenevaporatingintoanycommonday。IwantthegoodofSundayfrombeginningtoend。IwantnothingbutSundaybetweenSaturdayandMonday。Week-daysfilteringinspoilthewhole。WhatistheuseofhavingaSabbath-day，arest-day，ifMondaysandTuesdaysaretobemakingcontinualraidsuponit？Whatgooddodinner-partySundaysandtravellingSundaysandnovel-readingSundaysdo？YouwantyourSundayforarest，——achange，——abreakwater。Itisadayyieldedtothepoetry，totheaspirations，tothebestandhighestandholiestpartofman。Ibelieveeminentlyinthisworld。Ihavenokindoffaithinasystemthatwouldpushmenontoheavenwithoutpassingthroughanovitiateonearth。
Whatmaybeforusinthefutureisbutvaguelyrevealed，——justenoughtoputhopeatthebottomofourPandora\'sbox；butourbusinessisinthisworld。Rightthroughthethickandthinofthisworldourpathlies。Ourstrength，ourworth，ourhappiness，ourglory，aretobeattainedthroughtheoccupationsandadvantagesofthisworld。Yetthroughdiscipline，andnothappiness，isthemainstaplehere，itisnottheonlyproduct。
Sixdayswemustlaboranddoallwork，buttheseventhisaholiday。Thenwemaydroptheabsorbingnow，andrevelinanticipatedjoys，——liftourselvesabovethedustyduties，thecommonpleasuresthatwearyandensoil，evenwhiletheyennobleus，andliveforalittlewhileinthebrightclearatmosphereofanotherlife，——soothed，comforted，stimulatedbythesweetnessofcelestialharmonies。
"Odaymostcalm，mostbright，Thefruitofthis，thenextworld\'sbud，TheindorsementofSupremedelight，WritbyaFriend，andwithhisblood，——
Thecouchoftime，care\'sbalmandbay，——
Theweekweredarkbutforthylight，Thytorchdothshowtheway。"
Heisnofriendtomanwhowouldabateonejotortittleofourpreciouslegacy。
AfloatinliteraturemaybefoundmuchobjurgationconcerningtheenforcedstricturesoftheoldPuritanSabbath。Perhapstherewasamistakeinthatdirection；butIwasbroughtuponthem，andtheyneverhurtmeany。AtleastIwasneverconsciousofanyharm，certainlyofnosuffering。AsIlookback，Iseenoawfulprisonsandchainsandgloom，butapleasantjumbleofbestclothes，——Iremembernowtheirsmellwhenthedrawerwasopened，——andSunday-schoollessons，andbakedbeans，andabigredBiblewiththetowerofBabelinitfulloflittlebells，andawalktochurchtwomilesthroughthelane，overthebars，throughten-acres，overanotherpairofbars，throughameadow，overanotherpairofbars，byLubberHill，overawall，throughanothermeadow，throughthewoods，overtheridge，byBlackPond，overafence，acrossarailroad，overanotherfence，throughapasture，throughthelongwoods，throughagate，throughthelowwoods，throughanothergate，outuponthehigh-roadatlast。Andthentherewasthelongservice，duringwhichachildcouldthinkherownthoughts，generallyrangingnohigherthanthefinebonnetsaroundher，butnevertired，neverwillingtostayathome；andthenSundayschool，andlibrary-books，andgingerbread，andafternoonservice，andthelongwalkhomeorthelongerdrive，andcatechismintheeveningandthenever-failingBible。O
PuritanSabbaths！doubtlessyouweresometimesstormywithoutandstormywithin；butlookingbackuponyoufromafar，Iseenoclouds，nosnow，butperpetualsunshineandbluesky，andevereagerinterestanddelight，——wildrosesbloomingundertheoldstonewall，wildbeeshummingamongtheblackberry-bushes，tremuloussweetcolumbinesskirtingthevocalwoods，wildgeraniumsstartlingtheirshadowydepths；andIhearnowtherustleofdryleaves，bravelystirredbychildishfeet，justastheyusedtorustleintheOctoberafternoonsoflongago。
SweetPuritanSabbaths！breatheuponarestlessworldyourcalm，stillbreath，andkeepusfromtheevil！
SomewhatafterthisfashionIharanguedHalicarnassus，whowasshamedintosilence，butnotturnedfromhispurpose；butthenextmorninghecameupfrombelowafterbreakfast，andinformedme，withanairmingledofthecondescensionofthemonarchandtheresignationofthemartyr，that，asIwassoscrupulousabouttravellingontheSabbath，hehadconcludednottogotillMondayafternoon。No，Isaid，Ididnotwishtoassumetheconductofaffairs。Ihadgivenmyprotest，andsatisfiedmyownconscience；butIwasnotheadoftheparty，anddidnotchoosetoassumetheresponsibilityofitsmovements。IdidnotthinkitrighttotravelonSunday，butneitherdoIthinkitrightforonepersontocompelawholepartytochangeitsplansoutofdeferencetohisscruples。
SoIinsistedthatIwouldnotcausedetention。ButHalicarnassusinsistedthathewouldnothavemyconscienceforced。Nowitwouldseemnaturalthatsotenderandprofoundaregardformyscrupleswouldhavemovedmetoatenderandprofoundgratitude；butnobodyunderstandsHalicarnassusexceptmyself。Heisadarklane，fullofcrooksandturns，——alabyrinthwhichnobodycanthreadwithouttheclew。ThatclewIhold。Iknowhim。Icanwalkrightthroughhiminthedarkestnightwithoutanylantern。Heisfullyawareofit。
Heknowsthatitisutterlyfutileforhimtoattempttodeceiveme，andyet，withtheinfatuationofalunatic，heiscontinuallyproducinghisflimsylittlefictionsformeascontinuallytoblowaway。Forinstance，whenwewerewalkingdownthepathtothestepsofMontmorency，Grandecalledoutindelightatsomenewandbeautifulwhiteflowersbesidethepath。Whatwerethey？Ididnotknow。Whatarethey，Halicarnassus？"Ah！wax-flowers，"sayshe，comingup，andGrandepassedoncontent，aswouldninety-nineoutofahundred；butanindescribablesomethinginhisairconvincedmethathewasnotdrawingonhisbotanyforhisfacts。I
determinedtogetattherootofthematter。
"Doyoumean，"Iasked，"thatthenameofthoseflowersiswax-flowers？"
"Ofcourse，"hereplied。"Whynot？"
"Doyoumean，"Ipersisted，confirmedinmysuspicionsbyhisremarkablequestion，"thatyouknowthattheyarewax-flowers，orthatyoudonotknowthattheyarenotwax-flowers？"
"Why，lookat\'emforyourself。Can\'tyouseewithyourowneyes？"heejaculated，attemptingtowalkon。
Iplantedmyselffullinfrontofhim。"Halicarnassus，onestepfurtherexceptovermylifelessbodyyoudonotgo，untilyoutellmewhetherthoseareorarenotwax-flowers？"
"Well，"hesaid，broughttobayatlast，andsheepishlyenoughwhiskingofftheheadsofadozenortwowithhiscane，"iftheyarenotthat，theyaresomethingelse。"There！
Sowhenheshowedhisdelicateconsiderationformyconscience，Iwasnotgrateful，butwatchful。Idetectedundertheglittersomethingthatwasnotgold。Imadeveryindifferentandguardedacknowledgments，andsilentlydetachedacorpsofobservation。InfiveminutesitcameoutthatnotrainleftQuebeconSunday！
PARTV。
SoweremainedoverSundayinQuebec，andinthemorningattendedserviceattheFrenchCathedral；andasweallhadtheAmericanaccomplishmentsofthe"Nonne，aPrioresse，"whospokeFrench"fulfayreandfetislyAfterthescoleofStratfordatteBowe，TheFrencheofPariswastohireunknowe，"
itmaybeinferredthatweweregreatlyedifiedbytheservice。
FromtheFrench，asonecannothavetoomuchofagoodthing，weproceededwithoutpausetotheEnglishCathedral，——cathedralbycourtesy？——andheardasermonbyaConnecticutbishop，which，howevergood，wasadisappointment，becausewewantedtheflavorofthesoil。AndafterdinnerwewalkedonthehighandsightlyDurhamterrace，andthenwenttotheScotchchurch，joinedinScotchsinging，andheardabroadScotchsermon。Sowetriedtoworshipaswellaswecould；butitisimpossiblenottobesight-seeingwheretherearesightstosee，andforthatmatterIdon\'tsupposethereisanyharminit。Youdon\'tgotoashow；butifthechurchandthepeopleandtheministerareallashow，whatcanyoudoaboutit？
AsIsatlisteningintheFrenchCathedraltoaserviceIbutaquartercomprehended，theresidualthreefourthsofmewentwanderingatitsownsweetwill，andqueriedwhyitisthatabattle-groundshouldsostirtheblood，whileachurchsuffersonetopasscalmlyandcoldlyoutthroughitsportals。Idonotbelieveitistotaldepravity；forthoughthechurchstandsforwhatisgood，thebattle-fielddoesnotstandforallthatisbad。Thechurchdoesindeedrepresentman\'shighestaspirations，hislongingsforholinessandheaven。Butthebattle-fieldspeaksnot，Ithink，ofretrogression。Itisinthesamelineasthechurch。Itstandsintheupwardpath。
Thechurchanditsinfluencesarethedewandsunshineandspringrainsthatnourishagentle，wholesomegrowth。Battleisthemightyconvulsionthatmarksageologicera。Thefiercethroesofbattleupheaveacontinent。Thechurchclothesitwithsoftalluvium，adornsitwithvelvetverdure，enrichesitwithfruitsandgrains，glorifiesitwiththebeautyofblooms。
Inthestruggleallseemstobechaosanddestruction；butaftereachshocktheelevationisgreater。Perhapsitisthatalwaystheconcussionoftheshockimpresses，whilethesoft，slow，silentconstancyaccustomsusandisunheeded；butI
thinkthereisanothercause。Inanychurchyouarenotsureofsincerity，ofearnestness。Churchbuildingandchurchorganizationaretheoutgrowthofman\'swants，andmarkhisupwardpath；butyoudonotknowofacertaintywhetherthisindividualedificerepresentslife，orvanity，ostentation，custom，thrift。Youlookaroundupontheworshippersinachurch，andyouarenotusuallythrilled。Youdonotseethepresenceandprevalenceofanabsorbing，exclusiveidea。
Devotiondoesnotfixthem。Theyarediffusive，observant，oftenapparentlyindifferent，sometimespositivelyEXHIBITIVE。
Theyadjusttheirdraperies，whispertotheirneighbors，tookvacantaboutthemouth。Thebeatofadrumorthebleatofacalfoutsidedisturbsanddistractsthem。Anuntimelycomerdissipatestheirattention。Theyarefloating，loose，incoherent，atthemercyoftrifles。Themostinward，vitalpartofreligiondoesnotoftenshowitselfinchurch，thoughitbenursedandnurturedthere。Sowhenwegointoanemptychurch，itis——empty。Hopes，fears，purposes，ambitions，theeagerhoursofmen，donotpervadeandpenetratethosecourts。
