"The farmers came along cracking blithely as they looked over the sea
of waving grain, now in ear, and fast bronzing under the genial sun,
that covered the whole strath; the trouts were glancing and louping at
the grey flies, and the ducks of the villagers were flaffing and
squattering in the burn where the lassies were washing their feet,
glancing like silver amang the sparkling wimples of the clear yet
moss-browned water, and putting on their shoes and stockings,
preparatory to their entering the sanctuary, therein differing from the
heathen, who cast off their slippers at the threshold. Auld Widow
Miller hersell, sober sedate body, was _heckling_ with Tam Clink the
blacksmith, as she came along by the holly hedge; even the hard-worked
carrier's horses, with their galled backs and shoulders, and the very
banes sticking through their flanks, were frisking awkwardly with their
iron joints (like so many of their wooden scaffold-supporting namesakes
bewitched), in clumsy imitation of the beautiful filly there, and
neighing on the other side of the hedge from you, speaking as plain as
Balaam's ass that the Sabbath was for them also; ay, when the very
Spirit of God himself seemed visibly abroad on the smiling face of the
glad earth, I could not help exclaiming--'Surely, my friends, we cannot
err greatly, if we veil our faces and retreat in such a day as this
from before the thunders, and darkness, and earthquake of Sinai, the
Mountain of the Lord, and wander away out of the bitterness and acrid
atmosphere of the desert, 'where the Heaven over our heads is brass,
and the earth under our feet iron, and the rain of the land powder and
dust,' into the quiet and fertile valleys and pure skies of Canaan; and
there, amongst the loveliness and freshness of nature, with hearts
swelling with gratitude to _Him_, and love to our brethren of mankind,
dwell on _His_ attributes of goodness and mercy, with mixed adoration
and trembling, and endeavour to sing his praises in the spirit, and
with the glorious imagery of David.--Shall all the beasts of the
field,' I continued, warming with my subject,--'shall all the beasts of
the field, and fowls of the air, and fishes, yea, shall all creatures,
animate and inanimate, praise the Lord for his goodness, with one
universal burst of joy; and shall man alone, while he worships with
fear and trembling, not mingle with the groan of his just humiliation a
shout of heartwarm and heartfelt gratitude to the Almighty Dispenser of
all this happiness around him?'
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