. Fenimore Cooper's grave and Christ churchyard . re me lay the mirror of theGlimmerglass; warm lights threw a flush uponthe skies; the day was going away; the omensof the evening were already in the clouds; abreeze, scarcely strong enough to ruffle the water,came from the western hills; the woods werereflected in their native colors along the silentshore. But below was more than what met theeye. Through and under this exterior beautyvoices could be heard, speaking of the mysteryof the natural world. * * * At such timesand in such places men become aware of someunspeakable strangeness in their
. Fenimore Cooper's grave and Christ churchyard . re me lay the mirror of theGlimmerglass; warm lights threw a flush uponthe skies; the day was going away; the omensof the evening were already in the clouds; abreeze, scarcely strong enough to ruffle the water,came from the western hills; the woods werereflected in their native colors along the silentshore. But below was more than what met theeye. Through and under this exterior beautyvoices could be heard, speaking of the mysteryof the natural world. * * * At such timesand in such places men become aware of someunspeakable strangeness in their life, and, keep-ing silence before mysterious and dimly indicatedpresences, they know that it must be possibleto draw its hidden meaning from Gods w^orld,from hill and plain, from deep, still waters andshadowy woods, from the currents of the evening I The Church 65 breeze and the outstretched shadows of ebbingday. Hard by that lake stands an old church,shaded by tall pines and other trees, and keepingwatch and ward over the surrounding resting-. Photo by Telfer The omens of the evening were already in the clouds places of the dead in Christ. On the followingmorning I found myself at the early celebrationin that venerable fane. Here another mysteryconfronted us, like the other, too deep to searchout; the mystery of the Coming of our Lord inHolv Communion. The church also, like the 66 The Church lake, was held in the stillness of a holy voice of the priest, as he recited the office,was the only sound that broke upon the ear; thewords of Christ were repeated; and then, to theeye of faith, came Jesus and stood in the midst,and said. Peace be unto 3^ou. These words referring to Otsego Lake andChrist church form the introductory paragraphsof The Sacramental System, by the Dix, D. D., sometime rector of Trinitychurch, New^ York, who passed his boyhood inCooperstown. The musings to which he givesutterance express, with poetic insight, the deeperfeelings awakened i
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