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Architecture was never thought of or mentioned except by Professor Snell, in an accidental way in a stiff lecture. The old village church, with its Grecian pillars, late in its life was a target for any lazy wit, but that it survived beheading once, and lived bravely on in defiance of jests, and with little external change stands today rather Grecian in effect, defying its malefactors, -- bespeaks its integrity of composition. The original interior was truly an odd picture. There were high pews painted white, with doors fastened securely with a brass button; affording something of a sense of tribal ownership and comfort in one's | feeling sentiment of worship. They were too often slammed carelessly, -- but that only set off the noise made by Mr Armstrrng [sic] the sexton just as the sermon ended, by throning [sic] open the doors of the two cast iron box stoves with violence, and hurling some strange looking geometrical wood called felly wood, into the vast Satanic depths, so that the farmers and their families who remained for the afternoon service at one oclock might warm their half frozen members and re-fill their foot stoves. As they sat on the circular seats about the red hot stove neighborly visiting was indulged in, A meagre chilling lunch was drawn from for the long afternoon service, were re-heated for the cold drive home in the early Winter dusk.
The light, much weather-stained walls,
When Dr Dwight a nephew of President
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Not to be reproduced in whole or in part without permission. Transcription and commentary copyright 1998 by Martha Nell Smith, Laura Elyn Lauth, and Lara Vetter, all rights reserved Maintained by Rebecca Mooney <rnmooney@umd.edu> Last updated on January 25, 2008 |
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