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my greeting was a very canonical-looking 

 parson. He was traveling up to Zion in a 

 " buggy," and not unlikely was meditating 

 his next vSunday's sermon. 



If the religious condition of a community 

 is to be estimated by the number of its meet- 

 ing-houses, let me say in passing, then High- 

 lands ought to be a very suburb of the New 

 Jerusalem. Its population cannot be more 

 than three or four hundred, but its churches 

 are legion. "Yes," said a sprightly young 

 lady, to whom the subject was mentioned, 

 " if there were only one or two more, we 

 might all have one apiece." Baptists, Meth- 

 odists (of different sorts, — species and sub- 

 species), Presbyterians, Episcopalians, Ad- 

 ventists. Unitarians, — all the sects seemed 

 to be provided for, though I am not sur^ 

 about the Catholics and the Swedenborgians. 

 It is queer how conscientiously particular, 

 and almost private, the worship of God is 

 made. The Almighty must be a great lover 

 of mint, anise, and cummin, one would say. 

 I was reminded again and again of that sweet 

 old Scripture : " Behold how good and how 

 pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together 

 in unity ! " 



