His figures were paltry, his thoughts
narrowed down, and his very sincerity made corrupt by
spiritual pride. One could not but pity his notions of the
Holy Ghost, and his bat-like fear of light. His Man-God seemed
to be the keeper of a mad-house, rather than the informing
Spirit of all spirits. After finishing his discourse, Mr. G.
sang a prayer, in a tone of mingled shout and whine, and then
requested his audience to sit a while in devout meditation.
For one, I passed the interval in praying for him, that the
thick film of self-complacency might be removed from the eyes
of his spirit, so that he might no more degrade religion.'
* * * * *
'Mr. HAGUE is of the Baptist persuasion, and is very popular
with his own sect. He is small, and carries his head erect;
he has a high and intellectual, though not majestic,
forehead; his brows are lowering and, when knit in indignant
denunciation, give a thunderous look to the countenance, and
beneath them flash, sparkle, and flame,--for all that may be
said of light in rapid motion is true of them,--his dark eyes.
Hazel and blue eyes with their purity, steadfastness, subtle
penetration and radiant hope, may persuade and win, but
black is the color to command.
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