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Article THE VOLUME OF THE SACRED LAW. ← Page 10 of 14 →
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The Volume Of The Sacred Law.
the plains of peace , where the ~ " *" winds of adversity never blow . For the last half-hour an approaching light to starboard had been watched by the officer on the bridge thiough his night glass .
Imperceptibly onward it came , now and again casting a gem of brilliancy upon the crest of some ambitious wave that rolled up into the line of vision . Presently it crossed the rays of the full moon—With each mast and spar Across the moon like a prison bar ; And its own black hulk that was magnified , By its own reflection in the tide .
Then it seemed to go farther away , and soon its existence was forgotten . The two men braving the wind up on deck
were fascinated with the g lorious stillness of the scene , and took but little notice of each other . They must have
been there for a couple of hours before they descended to the saloon on the way to their berths . At the end of the corridor thev parted
company with a shake of the hand and a quiet "Good night , Miller ! " " Good night , my Lord ! "
KlSHKK-l'OLK OK RKDCAK .
THE MEETING-HOUSE AT CONWAY CKEEK .. The following day , late in the afternoon , the s . s . City of London was alongside the quay in New York Harbor , and the company melted away like wax in the noonday sun .
CHAPTER VI . Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid . Some heart well pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands , that the vod of empire might have swayed , Or waked to ecstasy ihe living lyre .
FROM the village of Roxburg , a suburb of Boston , Massachusetts , a magnificent view of the Golden Bay in the distance can be had on a fine afternoon from the Castor Bridge . To the westward , the country dies away in glorious hill and dale , with the River Witmitty roaming in and out on its way to the
Atlantic , into which it rushes between the fishing villages of Redcar and Saltcliff . Civilisation holds sway around these parts , but ten miles up stream the cultivated aspect of the place gradually decreases and gives place to the grandeur of nature untouched by the despoiling hand of man . Beyond the outskirts of the villages round about the
principal occupation of the inhabitants is farming or stock-raising , and a very large track of country , several miles in
breadth , being almost barren of trees and forest land , lends itself admirably for the grazing of cattle . About four and
a half miles up the Witmitty is Conway Creek , lying midway between Boston and Springfield , and here is the homestead of Peter Nundy , a rich man in farming
stock , and the owner of thousands of acres of pasture-land on the other side of the river . Here , also , is the meeting house of the Freemasons of the villages within twenty miles ' gunshot of the place .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Volume Of The Sacred Law.
the plains of peace , where the ~ " *" winds of adversity never blow . For the last half-hour an approaching light to starboard had been watched by the officer on the bridge thiough his night glass .
Imperceptibly onward it came , now and again casting a gem of brilliancy upon the crest of some ambitious wave that rolled up into the line of vision . Presently it crossed the rays of the full moon—With each mast and spar Across the moon like a prison bar ; And its own black hulk that was magnified , By its own reflection in the tide .
Then it seemed to go farther away , and soon its existence was forgotten . The two men braving the wind up on deck
were fascinated with the g lorious stillness of the scene , and took but little notice of each other . They must have
been there for a couple of hours before they descended to the saloon on the way to their berths . At the end of the corridor thev parted
company with a shake of the hand and a quiet "Good night , Miller ! " " Good night , my Lord ! "
KlSHKK-l'OLK OK RKDCAK .
THE MEETING-HOUSE AT CONWAY CKEEK .. The following day , late in the afternoon , the s . s . City of London was alongside the quay in New York Harbor , and the company melted away like wax in the noonday sun .
CHAPTER VI . Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid . Some heart well pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands , that the vod of empire might have swayed , Or waked to ecstasy ihe living lyre .
FROM the village of Roxburg , a suburb of Boston , Massachusetts , a magnificent view of the Golden Bay in the distance can be had on a fine afternoon from the Castor Bridge . To the westward , the country dies away in glorious hill and dale , with the River Witmitty roaming in and out on its way to the
Atlantic , into which it rushes between the fishing villages of Redcar and Saltcliff . Civilisation holds sway around these parts , but ten miles up stream the cultivated aspect of the place gradually decreases and gives place to the grandeur of nature untouched by the despoiling hand of man . Beyond the outskirts of the villages round about the
principal occupation of the inhabitants is farming or stock-raising , and a very large track of country , several miles in
breadth , being almost barren of trees and forest land , lends itself admirably for the grazing of cattle . About four and
a half miles up the Witmitty is Conway Creek , lying midway between Boston and Springfield , and here is the homestead of Peter Nundy , a rich man in farming
stock , and the owner of thousands of acres of pasture-land on the other side of the river . Here , also , is the meeting house of the Freemasons of the villages within twenty miles ' gunshot of the place .