"As how?"
"If the dog had not c.u.m to your house, he never would have found his way under my bed. When I pay for my night"s lodging, I don"t expect to have to share it with a strange dog--no how."
So saying he retreated, grumbling, back to his bed, and we gladly followed his example.
I rose early in the morning to accompany my friends to W---. At the door of the hotel I was accosted by Mr. Browne--
"Why, you arn"t goin" to start without bidding me good-bye? Besides, you have not paid me for my a.s.sistance at the _con-sort_."
I literally started with surprise at this unexpected demand. "Do you expect a professional price for your services?"
"Well, I guess the _con-sort_ would have been nothing without my help; but I won"t be hard upon you, as you are a young beginner, and not likely to make your fortune in that line any how. There"s that pail of b.u.t.ter; if you don"t mean to take it along, I"ll take that; we wants b.u.t.ter to hum.
Is it a bargain?"
"Oh, yes; if you are satisfied, I am well pleased." (I could have added, to get rid of you at any price.) "You will find it on the table in the hall."
"Not exactly; I took it hum this morning--I thought how it would end.
Good-bye to you, Mr. H---. If ever you come this way again, I shall be happy to lend you my a.s.sistance."
I never visited that part of the countryside since, but I have no doubt that Mr. Browne is busy in his vocation, and flattering himself that he is one of the first vocalists in the Union. I think he should change his residence, and settle down for life in _New Harmony_.
To Adelaide,[1]
A Beautiful Young Canadian Lady.
"Yes, thou art young, and pa.s.sing fair; But time, that bids all blossoms fade, Will rob thee of the rich and rare; Then list to me, sweet Adelaide.
He steals the snow from polish"d brow, From soft bewitching eyes the blue, From smiling lips their ruby glow, From velvet cheeks their rosy hue.
"Oh, who shall check the spoiler"s power?-- "Tis more than conquering love may dare; He flutters round youth"s summer bower, And reigns o"er hearts like summer fair.
He basks himself in sunny eyes, Hides "mid bright locks, and dimpled smiles; From age he spreads his wings and flies,-- Forgets soft vows, and pretty wiles.
"The charms of mind are ever young, Their beauty never owns decay; The fairest form by poet sung, Before their power must fade away.
The mind immortal wins from time Fresh beauties as its years advance; Its flowers bloom fresh in every clime-- They cannot yield to change and chance.
"E"en over love"s capricious boy They hold an undiminish"d sway; For chill and storm can ne"er destroy The blossoms of eternal day.
Then deem these charms, sweet Adelaide, The brightest gems in beauty"s zone: Make these thine own,--all others fade; They live when youth and grace are flown."
[1] The daughter of Colonel Coleman, of Belleville; now Mrs. Easton.
CHAPTER VII
Camp Meetings
"On--on!--for ever brightly on, Thy lucid waves are flowing: Thy waters sparkle as they run, Their long, long journey going."
S.M.
We have rounded Ox Point, and Belleville is no longer in sight. The steamboat has struck into mid channel, and the bold sh.o.r.es of the Prince Edward District are before us. Calmly we glide on, and islands and headlands seem to recede from us as we advance; and now they are far in the distance, half seen through the warm purple haze that rests so dreamily upon woods and waters. Heaven is above us, and another heaven--more soft, and not less beautiful--lies mirrored beneath; and within that heaven are traced exquisite forms of earth--trees, and flowers, and verdant slopes, and bold hills, and barren rugged rocks.
The scene is one of surpa.s.sing loveliness, and we open our hearts to receive its sweet influences, while our eyes rest upon it with intense delight, and the inner voice of the soul whispers--G.o.d is here! Dost thou not catch the reflection of his glory in this superb picture of Nature"s own painting, while the harmony that surrounds his throne is faintly echoed by the warm balmy wind that stirs the lofty branches of the woods, and the waves that swell and break in gentle undulation against these rocky isles?
"So smiled the heavens upon the vestal earth, The morn she rose exulting from her birth; A living harmony, a perfect plan Of power and beauty, ere the rebel man Defiled with sin, and stain"d with kindred blood, The paradise his G.o.d p.r.o.nounced as good."
That rugged point to the left contains a fine quarry of limestone, which supplies excellent building materials. The stones are brought by the means of a scow, a very broad flat-bottomed boat, to Belleville, where they are sawn into square blocks, and dressed for doors sills and facings of houses. A little further on, the Salmon river discharges its waters into the bay, and on its sh.o.r.es the village of Shannonville has risen, as if by magic, within a very few years. Three schooners are just now anch.o.r.ed at its mouth, receiving cargoes of sawn lumber to carry over to Oswego. The timber is supplied from the large mill, the din of whose machinery can be heard distinctly at this distance. Lumber forms, at present, the chief article of export from this place. Upwards of one million of sawn lumber was shipped from this embryo town during the past year.
Shannonville owes its present flourishing prospects to the energy and enterprise of a few individuals, who saw at a glance its capabilities, and purchased for a few hundred pounds the site of a town which is now worth as many thousands. The steamboats do not touch at Shannonville, in their trips to and from Kingston. The mouth of the river is too narrow to admit a larger vessel than a schooner, but as the place increases, wharfs will be built at its entrance into the bay.
On the road leading from Belleville to this place, which is in the direct route to Kingston, there is a large tract of plain land which is still uncultivated. The soil is sandy, and the trees are low and far apart, a natural growth short gra.s.s and flowering shrubs giving it very much the appearance of a park. Clumps of b.u.t.ternut, and hiccory trees, form picturesque groups; and herds of cattle, belonging to the settlers in the vicinity, roam at large over these plains that sweep down to the water"s edge. This is a very favourite resort of summer parties, as you can drive light carriages in all directions over this elevated platform. It used formerly to be a chosen spot for camp-meetings, and all the piously disposed came hither to listen to the preachers, and "get religion."
I never witnessed one of these meetings, but an old lady gave me a very graphic description of one of them that was held on this spot some thirty years ago. There were no churches in Belleville then, and the travelling Methodist ministers used to pitch their tents on these plains, and preach night and day to all goers and comers. A pulpit, formed of rough slabs of wood, was erected in a conveniently open s.p.a.ce among the trees, and they took it by turns to read, exhort, and pray, to the dwellers in the wilderness. At right they kindled large fires, which served both for light and warmth, and enabled the pilgrims to this sylvan shrine to cook their food, and attend to their wants of their little ones. Large booths, made of the boughs of trees, sheltered the worshippers from the heat of the sun during the day, or from the occasional showers produced by some pa.s.sing thunder cloud at night.
"Our bush farm," said my friend, "happened to be near the spot, and I went with a young girl, a friend and neighbour, partly out of curiosity and partly out of fun, to hear the preaching. It was the middle of July, but the weather was unusually wet for that time of year, and every tent and booth was crowded with men, women, and children, all huddled together to keep out of the rain. Most of these tents exhibited some extraordinary scene of fanaticism and religious enthusiasm; the noise and confusion were deafening. Men were preaching at the very top of their voice; women were shrieking and groaning, beating their b.r.e.a.s.t.s and tearing their hair, while others were uttering the most frantic outcries, which they called _ejaculatory prayers_. One thought possessed me all the time, that the whole a.s.sembly were mad, and that they imagined G.o.d to be deaf, and that he could not hear them without their making this shocking noise. It would appear to you like the grossest blasphemy were I to repeat to you some of their exclamations; but one or two were so absurdly ridiculous, that I cannot help giving them as I heard them.
"One young woman, after lying foaming and writhing upon the ground, like a creature possessed, sprang up several feet into the air, exclaiming, "I have got it! I have got it! I have got it!" To which others responded--"Keep it! keep it! keep it!" I asked a bystander what she meant. He replied, "she has got religion. It is the Spirit that is speaking in her." I felt too much shocked to laugh out, yet could scarcely retain my gravity.
"Pa.s.sing by one of the tents, I saw a very fat woman lying upon a bench on her face, uttering the most dismal groans, while two well-fed, sleek-looking ministers, in rusty black coats and very dirty-looking white chokers, were drumming upon her fat back with their fists, exclaiming--"Here"s glory! here"s glory, my friends! Satan is departing out of this woman. Hallelujah!" This spectacle was too shocking to provoke a smile.
"There was a young lady dressed in a very nice silk gown. Silk was a very scarce and expensive article in those days. The poor girl got dreadfully excited, and was about to fling herself down upon the wet gra.s.s, to show the depth of her humility and contrition, when she suddenly remembered the precious silk dress, and taking a shawl of less value from her shoulders, carefully spread it over the wet ground.
"Ah, my dear friend," continued the old lady, "one had a deal to learn at that camp-meeting. A number of those people knew no more what they were about than persons in a dream. They worked themselves up to a pitch of frenzy, because they saw others carried away by the same spirit; and they seemed to try which could make the most noise, and throw themselves into the most unnatural positions. Few of them carried the religious zeal they manifested in such a strange way at that meeting, into their own homes. Before the party broke up it was forgotten, and they were laughing and chatting about their worldly affairs. The young lads were sparking the girls, and the girls laughing and flirting with them. I remarked to an old farmer, who was reckoned a very pious man, "that such conduct, in persons who had just been in a state of despair about their sins, was very inconsistent, to say the least of it;" and he replied, with a sanctimonious smile--"It is only the Lord"s lambs, playing with each other.""
These camp-meetings seldom take place near large towns, where the people have the benefit of a resident minister, but they still occur on the borders of civilization, and present the same disorderly mixture of fanaticism and vanity.
More persons go for a frolic than to obtain any spiritual benefit. In ill.u.s.tration of this, I will tell you a story which a very beautiful young married lady told to me with much glee, for the thing happened to herself, and she was the princ.i.p.al actor in the scene.
"I had an aunt, the wife of a very wealthy yeoman, who lived in one of the back townships of C---, on the St. Lawrence. She was a very pious and hospitable woman, and none knew it better than the travelling ministers, who were always well fed and well lodged at her house, particularly when they a.s.sembled to hold a camp-meeting, which took place once in several years in that neighbourhood.
"I was a girl of fifteen, and was staying with my aunt for the benefit of the country-air, when one of these great gatherings took place.
Having heard a great deal about their strange doings at these meetings, I begged very hard to be allowed to make one of the spectators. My aunt, who knew what a merry, light-hearted creature I was, demurred for some time before she granted my request.
""If the child does not _get religion_," she said, "she will turn it all into fun, and it will do her more harm than good."
"Aunt was right enough in her conjunctures; but still she entertained a latent hope, that the zeal of the preachers, the excitement of the scene, and the powerful influence produced by the example of the pious, might have a beneficial effect on my young mind, and lead to my conversion. Aunt had herself been reclaimed from a state of careless indifference by attending one of these meetings, and at last it was determined that I was to go.
"First came the ministers, and then the grand feed my aunt had prepared for them, before they opened the campaign. Never shall I forget how those holy men devoured the good things set before them. I stood gazing upon them in utter astonishment, wondering when their meal would come to an end. They none wore whiskers, and their broad fat faces literally shone with high feeding. When I laughed at their being such excellent knife and fork men, aunt gravely reproved my levity, by saying, "that the labourer was worthy of his hire; and that it would be a great sin to muzzle the ox that treadeth out the corn; that field preaching was a very exhausting thing, and that these pious men required a great deal of nourishment to keep up their strength for the performance of good work."
"After they were gone, I dressed and accompanied my aunt to the scene of action.
"It was a lovely spot, about a mile from the house. The land rose in a gentle slope from the river, and was surrounded on three sides by lofty woods. The front gave us a fine view of the St. Lawrence, rushing along in its strength, the distant murmur of the waves mingling with the sigh of the summer breeze, that swept the dense foliage of the forest trees.
The place had been cleared many years before, and was quite free from stumps and fallen timber, the ground carpeted with soft moss and verdant fresh looking turf.
"The area allotted for the meeting was fenced around with the long thin trunks of sapling trees, that were tied together with strips of ba.s.s-wood. In the centre of the enclosure was the platform for the preachers, constructed of rough slabs, and directly behind this rural pulpit was a large tent connected with it by a flight of board steps.
Here the preachers retired, after delivering their lectures, to rest and refresh themselves. Fronting the platform was a sort of amphitheatre of booths, constructed of branches of trees, and containing benches of boards supported at either end by a round log laid lengthwise at the sides of the tent. Behind these rough benches persons had placed mattra.s.ses, which they had brought with them in their waggons, that such as came from a distance might not want for a bed during their stay--some of these meetings lasting over a week.
"The s.p.a.ce without the enclosure was occupied by a double line of carts, waggons, light carriages, and ox sleds, while the animals undivested of their harness were browsing peacefully among the trees. The inner s.p.a.ce was crowded with persons of all cla.s.ses, but the poorer certainly predominated. Well dressed, respectable people, however, were not wanting; and though I came there to see and to be seen, to laugh and to make others laugh, I must confess that I was greatly struck with the imposing and picturesque scene before me, particularly when a number of voices joined in singing the hymn with which the service commenced."
There is something very touching in this blending of human voices in the open air--this choral song of praise borne upwards from the earth, and ascending through the clear atmosphere to heaven. Leaving my friend and her curious narrative for a few minutes, I must remark here the powerful effect produced upon my mind by hearing "G.o.d save the King," sung by the thousands of London on the proclamation of William IV. It was impossible to distinguish good or bad voices in such a mighty volume of sound, which rolled through the air like a peal of solemn thunder. It thrilled through my heart, and paled my cheek. It seemed to me the united voice of a whole nation rising to the throne of G.o.d, and it was the grandest combination of sound and sentiment that ever burst upon human ears.