Pittie olde age, within whose silver haires
Honour and reverence evermore have raind.
MARLOWES TAMBURLAINE.
THOSE who are in the habit of remarking such matters must have noticed the passive quiet of an English landscape on Sunday. The clag of the mill, the regularly recurring stroke of the ?ail, the din of the blacksmiths hammer, the whistling of the ploughman, the rattling of the cart, and all other sounds of rural labor are suspehe very farm-dogs bark less frequently, being less disturbed by passing travellers. At such times I have almost fahe wind sunk into quiet, and that the sunny landscape, with its fresh green tints melting into blue haze, ehe hallowed calm.
Sweet day, so pure, so calm, sh
The bridal of the earth and sky.
Well was it ordaihat the day of devotion should be a day of rest. The holy repose which reigns over the face of nature has its moral in?uence; every restless passion is charmed down, and we feel the natural religion of the soul……（内容加载失败！）
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