English fiction -- 19th century; Walker, Robert, 1710-1802
the door of his humble parsonage, in his stuff gown and cassock, and his
silver locks streaming in the wind, greeting every one as he passed by
his door on the way to the chapel, and listening kindly to any little
intelligence, either of joy or of sorrow, which the events of the last
week might have brought forth. What a crowd there was assembled within
and around that humble chapel, on that Sunday morning! There was not
sitting or rather kneeling room for one half of the congregation. For
though probably the number of candidates for Confirmation did not much
exceed a dozen, yet Mr. Walker’s expressed wish, (and his wish was law,)
had brought together all the parents, god-fathers and god-mothers, and
elder brothers and sisters of every candidate, that they might be, on
that occasion, reminded of their own Christian duties. These, together
with a number of strangers attracted by the unusual circumstances,
swelled the congregation to an amount far exceeding what the little
chapel could contain; and so they stood about the door, or sat upon the
walls and grave-stones of the church-yard, which, to a mountain-race on a
fine autumn morning, formed quite as agreeable a temple of worship as the
close-packed and somewhat mouldy space within. We, as being somewhat
visitors and I a candidate, were civilly accommodated with seats by one
to whom we were well known, and so heard and saw every thing that passed.
There was no distinction of seats, or rather _forms_, in that little
house of prayer. The forms all looked to the east, being entered from
one small aisle which ran up from the west door to the altar. The people
sat in families, but without distinction as to rank, all going to the
place where their fathers had worshipped before, from time immemorial.
The only difference was, that as each by degrees grew old and deaf, they
advanced a step nearer the altar, that they might be able better to hear
and see the clergyman. Thus the more sacred part of the building was
surrounded by those who from age and spiritual experience deserved to be
exalted in the Church of CHRIST—they were, as it were, the Elders round
about the throne—they were a connecting link between minister and
people—they were looked up to by those who sat behind, as their parents
and examples; and no doubt it was an ambitious wish in the hearts of many
of the younger, that as _they_ advanced in years they might be thought
worthy to fill that honoured circle, and receive the respect which they
were then paying to their elders. Surely, sir, this is a more becoming
way of encircling the altar of our GOD, than by crowding its steps with
idle and ill-mannered boys, as is too often the case in town churches,
putting those at the head who ought to be but at the entrance of the
Church of CHRIST, and filling our minds, as we think of that sacred
portion of the House of GOD, with the image of a school-master with his
ferula instead of a priest in his holy vestments!”
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