very Sabbath
morning, was one of that small number, and took an active part in
that solemn ceremony. The stillness of a Sabbath morning in the
country has often been remarked. How often, amid the din and
bustle of the great city, does the heart of him who has been
accustomed to the holy quietness of the day of rest in some
secluded valley, pant for a return to the home of his youth! Such
has been my own experience; in the far-off past I see again the
gathering of the quiet, orderly congregation; I hear the voice of
the good old father who ministered in holy things; I sit by the
open window and look out upon the green graves thick strown round
the old meeting-house; the warbling of the feathered songsters in
the grove near by falls softly upon the ear. The voice of prayer
is hushed, and the voice of praise ascends. Alas! the voices of
most of those which were then attuned on earth, are now attuned to
more celestial music in another world!

'But our old meeting-house, where is it? It has gone with those
who, in the midst of trials, and in the plenitude of their
poverty, with their own hands hewed out its massive timbers; and
the place that knew it knows it no more! It was in the fall of the
year that a traveller on horseback rode up to the principal hotel,
and as he dismounted and handed the reins to his host, he inquired
what building that was in the southern part of the village? On
being informed that it was the meeting-house, he remarked, with a
dogged air, that 'he had often seen the LORD'S house, but had
never seen the LORD'S _barn_ before!' The comical remark of the
traveller produced an immediate action. The good old house soon
disappeared. A more ambitious edifice was built in another part of
the village. The land-marks are now entirely effaced, and the spot
where it stood has been added to the 'meeting-house yard.' The
monuments of the young and the aged who sleep there dot over the
place where the first Presbyterian congregation, ay, the first
congregation of Evangelical Christians of any denomination, in
Central New-York, assembled to worship the living GOD.'

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WE are promised by an esteemed friend some interesting extracts from the
original American correspondence of Mrs. GRANT of Laggan, whose 'Memoir
and Correspondence,' edited by her