Surprising, most surprising, too, it was. As said before, the window was
a circular one; the part of the tower where I stood was dusky-dark; its
height above the congregation-floor could not have been less than ninety
or a hundred feet; the whole interior temple was lit by naught but glass
dimmed, yet glorified with all imaginable rich and russet hues; the
approach to my strange look-out, through perfect solitude, and along
rude and dusty ways, enhanced the theatric wonder of the populous
spectacle of this sumptuous sanctuary. Book in hand, responses on my
tongue, standing in the very posture of devotion, I could not rid my
soul of the intrusive thought, that, through some necromancer’s glass, I
looked down upon some sly enchanter’s show.
At length the lessons being read, the chants chanted, the white-robed
priest, a noble-looking man, with a form like the incomparable Talma’s,
gave out from the reading-desk the hymn before the sermon, and then
through a side-door vanished from the scene. In good time I saw the same
Talma-like and noble-looking man reappear through the same side-door,
his white apparel wholly changed for black.
By the melodious tone and persuasive gesture of the speaker, and the
all-approving attention of the throng, I knew the sermon must be
eloquent and well adapted to an opulent auditory; but owing to the
priest’s changed position from the reading-desk to the pulpit, I could
not so distinctly hear him now as in the previous rites. The text,
however, repeated at the outset, and often after quoted, I could not but
plainly catch: ‘Ye are the salt of the earth.’
At length the benediction was pronounced over the mass of low-inclining
foreheads; hushed silence, intense motionlessness followed for a moment,
as if the congregation were one of buried, not of living men; when,
suddenly, miraculously, like the general rising at the Resurrection, the
whole host came to their feet, amid a simultaneous roll, like a great
drum-beat, from the enrapturing, overpowering organ. Then, in three
freshets--all gay, sprightly nods and becks--the gilded brooks poured
down the gilded aisles.
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