150 THE MOUNTAINS 



Lord he followed in confidence without 

 undue familiarity. 



The patch of columbines on the cliff 

 was most beautiful at family prayers. 

 James Doolittle's reading of the Bible 

 was peculiarly redolent of reverence. No 

 artificial emphasis, no dramatic declama- 

 tion, no "religious tone" — just a real man 

 with his natural voice paying to God an 

 eager tribute of quiet reverence. And 

 when the prayer came — so direct, so 

 homely, so believing, so evidently sincere 

 — we felt as if the old farm itself had sud- 

 denly taken on the bright shining of trans- 

 lation. 



"Compared with this, how poor Religion's pride, 

 In all the pomp of method, and of art, 

 When men display to congregations wide 

 Devotion's ev'ry grace, except the heart !" 



This reverent religious life, which began 

 in moral integrity, culminated at last in 

 Christian courage. I am now come to a 

 place where my heart will not allow me 

 to furnish the exact details. Enough to 



