Guy Rivers: A Tale of GeorgiaSimms, William Gilmore
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Guy Rivers: A Tale of Georgia
Simms, William Gilmore
Georgia -- History -- 1775-1865 -- Fiction; Gold mines and mining -- Fiction
"I have, sir, frequently, and have at all times been much pleased and
sometimes affected by his preaching. There are few persons I would more
desire to hear than himself--he does not offend your ears, nor assail
your understanding by unmeaning thunders. His matter and manner, alike,
are distinguished by modest good sense, a gentle and dignified ease and
spirit, and a pleasing earnestness in his object that is never
offensive. I think, sir, you will like him."
"Your opinion of him will certainly not diminish my attention, I assure
you, to what he says," was the reply.
At this moment the cavalcade was overtaken and joined by Rivers and
Munro, together with several other villagers. Ralph now taking advantage
of a suggestion of Forrester's, previously made--who proposed, as there
would be time enough, a circuitous and pleasant ride through a
neighboring valley--avoided the necessity of being in the company of one
with respect to whom he had determined upon a course of the most jealous
precaution. Turning their horses' heads, therefore, in the proposed
direction, the two left the procession, and saw no more of the party
until their common arrival at the secluded grove--druidically conceived
for the present purpose--in which the teacher of a faith as simple as it
was pleasant was already preparing to address them.
The venerable oaks--a goodly and thickly clustering assemblage--forming
a circle around, and midway upon a hill of gradual ascent, had left an
opening in the centre, concealed from the eye except when fairly
penetrated by the spectator. Their branches, in most part meeting above,
afforded a roof less regular and gaudy, indeed, but far more grand,
majestic, and we may add, becoming, for purposes like the present, than
the dim and decorated cathedral, the workmanship of human hands. Its
application to this use, at this time, recalled forcibly to the mind of
the youth the forms and features of that primitive worship, when the
trees bent with gentle murmurs above the heads of the rapt worshippers,
and a visible Deity dwelt in the shadowed valleys, and whispered an
auspicious acceptance of their devotions in every breeze. He could not
help acknowledging, as, indeed, must all who have ever been under the
influence of such a scene, that in this, more properly and perfectly
than in any other temple, may the spirit of man recognise and hold
familiar and free converse with the spirit of his Creator. Here, indeed,
without much effort of the imagination; might be beheld the present
God--the trees, hills and vales, the wild flower and the murmuring
water, all the work of his hands, attesting his power, keeping their
purpose, and obeying, without scruple, the order of those seasons, for
the sphere and operation of which he originally designed them. They were
mute lessoners, and the example which, in the progress of their
existence, year after year, they regularly exhibited, might well
persuade the more responsible representative of the same power the
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