. Farmington, Connecticut, the village of beautiful homes. rsI saw. I sat and gazed at it until mybrothers returned to me. .d thisthought was uppermost in all that filledmy mind. I remember it as if it werethe thought of \-esterday. If 1 coul 1only stand where that brass roosterstood on the steeple, could I not lookright into heaven and see what wasgoing on there? Or if that were alive rooster, and should crow everymorning, could not all the good Farm-ington people who had gone to heavenhear him, and know by his voice thathe was a Farmington rooster, and wouldthey not all be glad to hear him c
. Farmington, Connecticut, the village of beautiful homes. rsI saw. I sat and gazed at it until mybrothers returned to me. .d thisthought was uppermost in all that filledmy mind. I remember it as if it werethe thought of \-esterday. If 1 coul 1only stand where that brass roosterstood on the steeple, could I not lookright into heaven and see what wasgoing on there? Or if that were alive rooster, and should crow everymorning, could not all the good Farm-ington people who had gone to heavenhear him, and know by his voice thathe was a Farmington rooster, and wouldthey not all be glad to hear him crow,not only that they w-ere so happy, butbecause so many of their children weresafely on the way to the same happinessIn later years I learned that what tomy youthful imagination appeared tobe a rooster was in fact a crown, placedthere in honor of the king under whosereign this house was erected, which wassubsequently changed to a star, as itis at the present time. This was thehonest, reverent thought of a child, athis first sight of this church.*3 ir. •?THE OLD SItKK. 48 FARMINGTON. CONNECTICUT.
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