The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. I., No. 1, August, 1834Various
General
The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. I., No. 1, August, 1834
Various
American literature -- 19th century -- Periodicals
The appointed period arrived. Just before the commencement of the
sacred services of dedication, a procession of singular aspect was seen
to wind along amid interposing shades. It consisted of persons of both
sexes, and of every age, clad in a primitive style, and advancing with
solemn order. I recognized my hermit friends, and hastened onward to
meet them. Scarcely could the ancient Jews, when from distant regions
they made pilgrimage to their glorious hill of Zion, have testified
more touching emotion, than these guileless worshippers, in passing the
threshold of this humble temple to Jehovah. When the sweet tones of a
small organ, mingling with the voices of a select choir, gave "glory to
the Father, to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost, as it was in the
beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end," the young
children of the forest started from their seats in wondering joy, while
the changing color, or quivering lip of the elders, evinced that the
hallowed music awoke the cherished echoes of memory.
But with what breathless attention did they hang on every word of
Bishop Ravenscroft, as with his own peculiar combination of zeal and
tenderness, he illustrated the inspired passage which he had chosen, or
with a sudden rush of strong and stormy eloquence broke up the
fountains of the soul! Listening and weeping, they gathered up the
manna, which an audience satiated with the bread of heaven, and
prodigal of angels' food, might have suffered to perish. With the hoary
Patriarch, a throng of his descendants, who had been duly prepared for
that holy vow and profession, knelt around the altar, in commemoration
of their crucified Redeemer.
At the close of the communion service, when about to depart to his
home, the white-haired man drew near to the Bishop. Gratitude for the
high privileges in which he had participated; reverence for the father
in God, whom he had that day for the first time beheld; conviction that
his aged eyes could but a little longer look on the things of time;
consciousness that he might scarcely expect again to stand amid these
his children, to "behold the fair beauty of the Lord, and to inquire in
his temple," overwhelmed his spirit. Pressing the hand of the Bishop,
and raising his eyes heavenward, he said,--"Lord! now lettest thou thy
servant depart in peace, for mine eyes have seen thy salvation."
Bishop Ravenscroft fixed on him one of those piercing glances which
seemed to read the soul; and then tears, like large rain-drops stood
upon his cheeks. Recovering from his emotion, he pronounced, with
affectionate dignity, the benediction, "the Lord bless thee and keep
thee; the Lord make his face to shine upon thee, and be gracious unto
thee; the Lord lift up his countenance upon thee, and give thee peace."
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