Al Faizi showed in his ardent face, lifted in reverence and admirin’ or, jest how he felt about it. The lights from the stained-glass winder gleamed on’t, and made it look almost inspired. He nor I didn’t seem to want to talk much about it. I never do when I see Niagara. No, I’m willin’ to let that do the talkin’ to my rapt soul.
It wuz so here. When I stood in these cathedrals, the grandeur and might of their silent oratory preached to me so loud that I wuz almost overwhelmed and by the side of myself, and carried some distance by the power of the sperit that carried out these grand results.
But anon, when I got outside, other emotions got into my sperit; they come in onbid, and I had to use ’em well.
I thought how on great days the congregation who meet here would worship God all day and wave banners and anon fire cannons in honor of some saint or other, and then end up with a bull-fight.
Jest as if Josiah and Deacon Bobbett should pass the Holy Communion, bread and wine, and then withdraw into the horse-shed, and have a dog or rooster fight.
It took off a number of my soarin’ emotions to think on’t, probble as many as 80 or 85. I had had over a hundred right along—I know I had.
CHAPTER XXXIV.
JOSIAH’S DEVOTION.
Wall, another day we went to see the Carthusian Monastery, founded four hundred years ago by Queen Isabella—Christopher Columbuses Isabella—the intimate friend of America (owin’ to jewelry, discovery, etc.).
Josiah and I thought we would branch out this day and go alone, so he secured the gayest-lookin’ rig he could find, drawed by three mules hitched side by side. It attracted all the beggars in town, so they follered us as a dog with a bone is follered by other dogs.