All is solitude again . But hark ! A broken warbling of voices , and now , attuning its grandeur to their sweetness , a stately peal of the organ . Who are the choristers ? Let me dream that the angels who came down from heaven this blessed morn to blend themselves with the worship of the truly good are playing and singing their farewell to the earth . On the wings of that rich melody they were borne upward . This , gentle reader , is merely a flight of poetry . A few of the singing-men and singing-women had lingered behind their fellows and raised their voices fitfully and blew a careless note upon the organ . Yet it lifted my soul higher than all their former strains . They are gone -- the sons and daughters of Music -- and the gray sexton is just closing the portal . For six days more there will be no face of man in the pews and aisles and galleries , nor a voice in the pulpit , nor music in the choir . Was it worth while to rear this massive edifice to be a desert in the heart of the town and populous only for a few hours of each seventh day ? Oh , but the church is a symbol of religion . May its site , which was consecrated on the day when the first tree was felled , be kept holy for ever , a spot of solitude and peace amid the trouble and vanity of our week-day world ! There is a moral , and a religion too , even in the silent walls . And may the steeple still point heavenward and be decked with the hallowed sunshine of the Sabbath morn ! THE WEDDING-KNELL . There is a certain church , in the city of New York which I have always regarded with peculiar interest on account of a marriage there solemnized under very singular circumstances in my grandmother 's girlhood . That venerable lady chanced to be a spectator of the scene , and ever after made it her favorite narrative . Whether the edifice now standing on the same site be the identical one to which she referred I am not antiquarian enough to know , nor would it be worth while to correct myself , perhaps , of an agreeable error by reading the date of its erection on the tablet over the door .
It is a stately church surrounded by an enclosure of the loveliest green , within which appear urns , pillars , obelisks , and other forms XXXXX monumental marble , the tributes of private affection or more splendid memorials of historic dust .
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