Laicus; Or, the Experiences of a Layman in a Country Parish.Abbott, Lyman
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Laicus; Or, the Experiences of a Layman in a Country Parish.
Abbott, Lyman
Christian fiction; New York (State) -- Fiction; Parishes -- Fiction
Here we are at last. And here the evergeens are about us in a
profusion which would make the eyes water of my honest friend the
Dutch grocer who supplied me with my family trees so many years in
New York. Our smoking nag is over his impatience now, and, being
well blanketed, understands what is wanted of him quite as well as
if he were tied, and stands as still as if he were Squire Slowgoes'
fat and lazy "family horse." With pants tied snugly over our
topboots to keep out the intruding snow, we plunge into the woods.
The ringing blows of our hatchets on the cedar-trees bring down a
mimic shower on our heads and backs. Young Wheaton understands his
business, and shows me how the fairest evergreens are hid beneath
the snow, and what rare forms of crystalline beauty conceal
themselves altogether beneath this white counterpane. So, sometimes
cutting from above and sometimes grubbing from below, we work an
hour or more, till our pung is filled to its brim. Long before we
have finished Jip has returned from his useless search, and the
neighing horse indicates his impatience to be off again.
When we got back to the Church we found it warm with a blazing fire
in the great stove, and bright with a bevy of laughing girls, who
emptied our sleigh of its contents almost before we were aware what
had happened, and were impatiently demanding more. Miss Moore had
proposed just to trim the pulpit-oh! but she is a shrewd manager-and
we had brought evergreens enough to make two or three. But the plans
had grown faster by far than we could work. One young lady had
remarked how beautiful the chandelier would look with an evergreen
wreath; a second had pointed out that there ought to be large
festoons draping the windows; a third, the soprano, had declared
that the choir had as good a right to trimming as the pulpit; a
fourth, a graduate of Mount Holyoke, had proposed some mottoes, and
had agreed to cut the letters, and Mr. Leacock, the store keeper,
had been foraged on for pasteboard, and an extemporized table
contrived on which to cut and trim them. So off we were driven
again, with barely time to thaw out our half-frozen toes; and, in
short, my half morning's job lengthened out to a long days hard but
joyous work, before the pile of evergreens in the hall was large
enough to supply the energies of the Christmas workers.
Of course, we must trim the Sunday school-room as well as the
Church, for the children must have their Christmas; and trimmed it
was, so luxuriantly that it seemed as though the woods had laid
siege to and taken possession of the sanctuary, and that nature was
preparing to join on this glad day her voice with that of man in
singing praise to Him who brings life to a winter-wrapped earth, and
whose fittest symbol, therefore, is the tree whose greenness not
even the frosts of the coldest winter have power to diminish.
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