Pleasant times those. Those were blue skies, and that was a
beautiful lake and noble pine-trees and rocks they were that hung over
it. But those we shall look upon 'na mair.'
"Well, my dear, there is a land where we shall not _love_ and
_leave._ Those skies shall never cease to shine, the waters of
life we shall _never_ be called upon to leave. We have here no
continuing city, but we seek one to come. In such thoughts as these I
desire ever to rest, and with such words as these let us 'comfort one
another and edify one another.'
"Harrisburg, Sunday evening. Mother, Aunt Esther, George, and the
little folks have just gathered into Kate's room, and we have just
been singing. Father has gone to preach for Mr. De Witt. To-morrow we
expect to travel sixty-two miles, and in two more days shall reach
Wheeling; there we shall take the steamboat to Cincinnati."
On the same journey George Beecher writes:--
"We had poor horses in crossing the mountains. Our average rate for
the last four days to Wheeling was forty-four miles. The journey,
which takes the mail-stage forty-eight hours, took us eight days. At
Wheeling we deliberated long whether to go on board a boat for
Cincinnati, but the prevalence of the cholera there at last decided us
to remain. While at Wheeling father preached eleven times,--nearly
every evening,--and gave them the Taylorite heresy on sin and decrees
to the highest notch; and what amused me most was to hear him
establish it from the Confession of Faith.
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