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were nearly up, and so I kept my seat. After what I experienced. I had never felt any where reaching the top, some five miles traveling, the so like talking to God in humble submission at trail takes along the ridge or backbone for two his feet as there. Suddenly I came in sight of or three miles in a sinuous up-and-down process. three men, very unlovely-looking travelers, ap. This riding along the backbone is the grand fea- proaching me not fifty yards distant. They were ture of sublimity in mountain traveling. Noth a few yards a part along the trail, and each had a ing can surpass it for comfort, ease, safety, and rifle or double-barreled gun upon his shoulder. general effect of sublimity and beauty. I speak Between the second and third man was a packof the physical. Along rivers and coasts among animal, with a small camp equipage and two mountains you find peaks, and bluffs, and gorges extra guns. No shovels—no picks, I noticed; that excel in solitary effect any thing you will who could they be? Immediately all the warnordinarily see on the ridge of a mountain, but it ings I had heard unheeded in the morning rushed is such a scramble up and such a tumble down, upon my mind. Two or three had told me the and the hight or point so narrow that you can story of the robbery of Wells, Fargo & Co.'s Exscarcely taste the luxury of the scenes. But the press on that mountain; how that six men, with ridge of the mountain, like this, and especially masks, rose upon the express messengers and like the Salmon ridge, a part of this general passengers-five men in all-and pointing their range, once attained enables you to feed on double-barreled guns directly upon each degrandeur by the hour. Awful canons pitch down manded the treasures in their charge, and sucfirst on one hand and then on the other. Differ- ceeded in robbing the Company of twenty-five ent ridges unite, and divide, and sink, and mount, thousand dollars, and left the messengers and and straggle into huge heaps and lines in various travelers tied to trees and gagged. directions. The trail is far from being level or "Well, did n't they get away?" I asked. even, yet is tolerable, often striking on a piny “Yes. One man seeing what they were about flat, where the gorges are hid and the surround-coolly backed himself up to a tree while some of ing peaks are only seen, and look modest and the robbers were standing guard and some enbeautiful in their white caps of snow, then sud- gaged in tying the others, and when they had denly turns on the verge of an awful canon which tied four, being in a hurry and seeing this man reveals the monster sides of the mountain, then stand as if tied and a bandkerchief stuffed in his up some craggy hump and anon clinging to its mouth, they thought all was right and hasted sliding sides; now doubling a projecting point away with their treasure.” and hanging for a few yards on the very verge “Well, then, as soon as the robbers were out of of a frightful abyss; then takes along command- sight they were unfastened, armed themselves, ing points—the sentinel towers of the mountain- and pursued them to an advantage, and captured from which the canon depths—the indescribable them and recovered the treasure?" depths, and lengths, and breadths, and hights of “No, not then; but they were so soon on the mountain grandeur are open before you. How track that most of them were finally taken, the capable of power—so capable that you feel al- money recovered, and the thieves sent to statemost a terror shaking your bones—how masterly prison." the repose-so masterly that it is almost a rap “Very well. They won't trouble me. I'll ride ture of beauty-how full of feeling-yes, I will on alone, though I would like company. I will say it, what a great, all-feeling thing the mount not wait a day for it.” ain appears! Will it shake, will it bellow, will it Yet now as I looked upon these men this bugstrike out its foot and walk over the valleys? aboo story made me wish I had waited for comWhat living repose! How easily it could do any pany. How rapidly these things went through thing it wished to! I sink into nothing and feel my mind it is hard to tell; and the story, in spite awe-struck before the all-encompassing, infinite of my determination to believe there was not a Jehovah, whose presence penetrates with life these robber out of jail in the country, still had its inwilds of solitude and grandeur. “The strength fluence over my mind. I remember now that of the hills is his," and "his righteousness is like when a boy, a few ghost stories told of an eventhe great mountains," full of defense and un- ing made me afraid to go out in the dark. I failing springs of love.

could almost see a ghost with a light burning in For an hour I had been pursuing my lonely my bed-chamber. So on this mountain the story and thoughtful way, not wondering that Jesus of robbers made me see robbers in these persons. went up into a mountain to pray, but wondering But I'll tell them who I am, and certainly they I had not. Were mountains as elevating in other will know a Methodist preacher has no money. lands? They had been an object of terror to me And I confess I was glad just then I had none. in my city life in quite a different sense from ; What increased my suspicion was the fact that

I lifted my

the foremost man—a tall, bony man, with un- stopped and leered at me very cross. combed locks and eyes deep set-stopped short hand to strike her again, when she broke into a the moment he saw me, and spoke a word or free trot for a few rods, then quick as a flash she two in a low tone to the man next in the rear. gave a jump one side, whirled round, jumped This had the effect to fix that man's attention on high and forward, striking on stiff legs, threw me. He was diminutive in size, yellow complex. her head down and her heels up, whirled the ion like a Spaniard or mulatto, with a mouth like other way, and went bounding and pounding the an alligator. It struck me as the most enormous earth with stiff legs, and then would set to whirlmouth I had ever seen on a human being. I was ing, throwing down her head, and kicking, and undoubtedly a little incapable of a very rational then would bound along again, throwing herself judgment; but if he had been a little differently back-like when she struck. I was turned this circumstanced, less long black hair, in different way and that, my neck snapped, my hat fell off, company, without an old hat and clothes, and in my head was jarred, the skin torn from my the mountains of Borneo, I should have felicita- knuckles by being brought in contact with the ted myself on the sight of an orang-outang- horn of the saddle in my efforts to rein her, and simia satyrus. His long arms and shoulders I was nearly blinded and stunned by the violent pointing forward, and huge mouth-well, I was concussion. One only determination to cling to sure he could break my bones with his teeth, and

the saddle while consciousness remained in me. would like to do it; then he had such a villainous A little respite came. I hoped the passion was ese that I expected to see him point the Missis over, when she started in a swift run. I did not sippi rifle, which he carried on his shoulder, di care for that, only my hat was behind; so I fixed rectly at my heart and call a halt. I must meet myself in the saddlé, dropping the reins and and pass them. It was scarcely a half minute ere seizing the horn with both hands, and pressing I was up to the first, and I bowed very low with a my knees firmly against the side. She ran about cheerful, “How are you, my friend ?'' that made seventy-five yards and then stopped suddenly, him raise his brows in a fresh, sullen stare. throwing her fore-feet out and stooping almost Then I bowed to the second one, whose stony flat to the ground. I did seem as if I must let eyes hardly seemed to see me in their terrible dead go or break in two, but just did remain together, blackness; urging my mule stealthily I turned Now she snorted again. The light of a dim with a gentle word to see if the man had cocked / flame seemed to come from her nostrils. She his double-barrel gun, saying, “A delightful day, bounded, whirled, kicked, reared, and jumped sir, to cross the mountain.” I was now up with forward, and backward, and sidewise, but finally the last man, a large, fat negro, and I, being in came up to a quiet stand. She seemed imthe humor of it, bowed low to him. He pulled off mensely surprised and chagrined that I did not his hat, stuck it under his arm only as a colored fall off, and dropped her head a little lower than man can, and bowed and gave me a grand smile, before. She was covered with foam and sweat, showing a complete row of ivory, “Yes, sah; and panted with fatigue. I rode back after my thank you, sah," and bowed on full as much as I hat, got down and readjusted my saddle, mounted did—the only good-mannered chap among them. and rode on. But it was a long while before I This more than restored my equanimity, and I recovered from the jolting. Jenny from that awoke to a laughable perception of the ludicrous- hour was as harmless as a kitten. ness of my fears. The men had been out on an That night I put up in Trinity River Valley, as unsuccessful hunt and took Sambo along to keep it is called, and preached to some fifteen in the the camp, which he had done without much fa- bar-room. Some four seemed quite reluctant to tigue, while they had unsuccessfully ranged the put by their card-playing, and I waited a little mountains and were finally returning hungry and while for them; but having taken a vote and all fatigued to French Gulch.

agreeing that I should preach, I proceeded with It was now past noon, and I was scarcely the services, when they seemed to stick a pin started down the mountain. I expected to have down, as we say, stacked the cards, and gave been over before noon, but I had yet four miles attention. After sermon they resumed the play to go to get down, and I wished to go some for a short time, when one of them turned to me twenty miles after passing the mountain. I be- and began to propose infidel objections to Chriscame well aware that I had been riding quite too tianity, which I answered as well as I could, and leisurely along. I must hasten; so I start up the conversation became general and quite earnmy mule. She takes her little mincing trot as est till a late hour. usual. I insist she shall mend her


She The next day I rode on over Scott Mountain to seems quite indifferent, but I get determined and brother W—'s, and the day following I reached urge ber on with whip and spur. She almost | Yreka in time for my quarterly meeting.



me to."

RECOLLECTIONS OF BISHOP GEORGE. face toward the road awaited my arrival. When

I had arrived opposite him and had made my

bow, he introduced the following colloquy: A MONG the fathers and pioneers of Methodism, “Is your name Baker?''

whose names are precious, Bishop George “Yes, sir." occupies a distinguished place. I first saw him "You do n't know me, I suppose." at the session of the Genesee conference in Sau “No, sir," quoit, Oneida county, New York, in 1821 or 1822. "Well, come here and I will tell you." I was then young in religion, and young in years. When I bad crossed the road he took me by He was the first Methodist Bishop I had ever the hand and continued, "My name is George."

I saw him only in the pulpit, but so deep “Bishop George?” was the impression made on my youthful mind, “Yes, they call me Bishop. I stopped at that not only the text but much of the sermon brother B 's in the village, and I told him I has remained unobliterated to the present mo would preach for you once to-day if you asked ment.

I next saw him in the summer of 1824 in the I replied, “The people expect two sermons, village of Ogdensburg, St. Lawrence county, on and they will be much disappointed, and, I fear, his return from the newly-organized Canada con- dissatisfied, if I should attempt to preach while ference. I was then traveling St. Lawrence cir- you are present." cuit, which embraced five townships bordering “The state of my health," said he, "will not the St. Lawrence river, and extending from Og- allow of my preaching more than once." densburg to Massena. I had not been long on Then for the first time my mind awoke to the the circuit when, returning on Saturday from a fact that I might be obliged to preach before the tour down the river to the neighborhood of Og. Bishop. I was tempted for a moment to wish he densburg, where, according to my plan, I was to had staid in Canada. Of the morning service I spend the Sabbath, I was told that Bishop George need not speak. In the afternoon the Bishop was in the village. Delighted with the prospect preached in the Presbyterian church from Matt. of seeing the Bishop and enjoying the benefit of vi, 9, 10: “Our Father which art in heaven, halhis ministry through the day, I started early on lowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come.” The Sunday morning to walk to the village. As I house was crowded to overflowing. The best neared the suburbs I saw a man of venerable ap- talent of the village was there. And the sermon pearance approaching me on the opposite side was long spoken of as an admirable example of of the street. He was of medium size--rather true apostolical preaching. As I mingled with short than tall, with a frame well spread and the crowd in returning from the church I heard slightly inclined to corpulency. His features one gentleman say to another, "Well, well, he is were prominent but regular. His eyes, which, a whale among small fish." if I remember right, were of a dark blue, and I now enjoyed the happiness of the Bishop's expressive of severe and anxious thought, were society for several succeeding days. Most of the set deep in their sockets and protected by spec- time we spent at brother Arnold's, one mile east tacles. His complexion was sallow but not dark. of the village. These few days I reckon among His whole appearance was that of a man in not only the most pleasant, but the most profitawhom intelligence and practical energy were ble also, of my life. The Bishop was eminently combined. And his physical frame, originally a man of prayer. He came nearer a perfect fulintended for strength and endurance, had evi- fillment of the apostolic injunction--"pray withdently encountered much of the wear and tear out ceasing"—than any other man I ever knew. of an active and itinerant life. At the time of So I thought then, and I think so still We which I speak he wore a plain single-breasted spent much of the time in reading. After readcoat, a long vest, extending down to the hips, ing an hour or two, and a little conversation, the short breeches with knee-buckles, and stockings Bishop would say, “Let us walk.” He would so tightly fitted as to display to the greatest ad lead the way into a beautiful grove not far disvantage the symmetry and strength of the limbs tant, where some time would be spent in prayer. which they inclosed. On his feet he wore shocs, This was repeated several times a day. With secured by buckles of ample dimensions, and on my



I can see that venerable servant his head a white hat, whose broad brim afforded of God now, as I saw him then, upon his knees, equal protection in sunshine and storm. While his head uncovered, his long, gray locks floating I was surveying the venerable stranger and won in the breeze, while he partly supported himself dering if this might not be the Bishop, he paused by leaning against a sapling. and with his hands locked behind him and his In those days few of our preachers, especially


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in that frontier region, enjoyed the luxury of a or, rather, attempted to describe, for true moral carriage; not even the clumsy one-horse wagon, sublimity. Many attendant circumstances comsuch as were then in use. On borseback was bined to increase the impressiveness of the scene. then almost the only mode of travel. On Thurs. The midnight hour; the starry heavens; the low day morning, having procured a carriage, such moaning of the wind among the branches of the as it was, the Bishop and myself started for a forest-trees; the dim burning of the lights; the camp meeting, to be held in the vicinity of Pots- subdued and mellow notes of a hundred weary dam. At this meeting the Bishop's presence and voices as they blended before the mercy-seat; labors were salutary in a high degree. Memory the sighs of penitence mingling with the pleadhas recorded several incidents of a highly-inter- ings of prayer; the tears of pity and occasionesting character, which, if they fell within the ally the shouts of victory—all contributed to inplan of this sketch, I should delight here to place vest the incident of the Bishop and the boy with on record. There is one, however, in which the a degree of moral grandeur surpassing any thing Bishop was an actor, and which at the time was

I have ever seen or expect to see on this side of clothed with an overpowering interest to my own heaven. mind and heart, which I can not deny myself the pleasure of relating.

LITERARY WOMEN OF AMERICA. The Bishop's sermon on Sunday was delivered with a power and unction unusual even for him. The arrows of conviction flew in every direction

GRACE GREENWOOD. and fastened "in the hearts of the King's ene- TOME time ago we conceived the design of inmies." Every eye was riveted on the preacher, troducing to our readers the “Literary Wowhile the cries of the awakened could not be men of America.” It was well received, but has distinguished from the shouts of the people. The been interrupted by causes not necessary for us meeting was to close on Monday morning. As now to explain. This month we add another to usual in those days the whole night, the last of the list-a face not over beautiful, somewhat the meeting, was spent in prayer and other labors masculine, yet expressive of a high order of infor the salvation of souls. It was the Bishop's tellect, a good degree of determination, and custom to spend much time in the prayer meet- sound, practical sense. ings, particularly those held in the altar before “Grace Greenwood,” we scarcely need say,

is the preachers' stand. In these meetings he a nom de plume; yet it is one of those instances would spend hours on his knees quietly instruct in the history of literature where the real name ing and fervently praying for mourners. A little is almost sunk and lost in the assumed. Sara J. after midnight, as I rose from prayer, I saw the Clarke was of New England parentage, but born Bishop standing a few feet from me, with his in a rural town in central New York. At an hands behind him, calmly, surveying the scene early age she was taken to Rochester, where she before him. About the same time I heard in enjoyed good literary advantages, and developed another part of the circle shouts of victory burst- early and rare literary talents. She says of hering from the lips of a lad apparently about four- self: "Here it was that I spent my few schoolteen years old, who had been awakened by the days and received my trifle of book knowledge. Bishop's sermon and had just now been con- It was here that woman's life first opened upon verted. Simultaneous with the cry of victory the me, not as a romance, not as a fairy dream, not young convert sprang to his feet, and seeing the as a golden heritage of beauty and of pleasure, Bishop some ten or twelve feet from him, began but as a sphere of labor, and care, and suffering; to cry, “My fatherl my father!" and in an instant an existence of many efforts and few successes, he had his arms around the venerable form of of eager and great aspirations and slow and parthe Bishop. He seemed not to run, nor walk, tial realizations." nor fly; but he went. Neither the seats nor the The traveler going west from Pittsburg, on the kneeling multitude which crowded the altar great railroad route, will scarcely fail to notice seemed to impose any barrier to his progress. and remember the avillage of New Brighton, The boy still continued to cry, “My father! my through which he passes. It is on the Beaver father!" while the Bishop, placing both his hands river, and not far from the western line of Pennon the boy's head and the tears streaming down sylvania. To this place Miss Clarke removed his cheeks, responded, “Praise Jesus! praise Je- with her parents at the age of nineteen. “Here,"

says Mr. Griswold, “in 1844, she wrote the first No incident of real life, which it has been my of those sprightly and brilliant letters under the lot to witness thus far in my pilgrimage, will bear signature of 'Grace Greenwood,' by which she a comparison with the incident I have described, was introduced to the literary world. They were


addressed to General Morris and Mr. Willis, then In her “Woman's Record” Mrs. Hale gives a editors of the New Mirror, and being published highly-appreciative sketch of Mrs. Lippincott, in that iniscellany the question of their author- from which we excerpt the estimate of her litership was discussed in the journals and in literary ary and intellectual character, and the descripcircles; they were attributed in turn to the most tion of her person. Mrs. Hale says: piquant and elegant of our known writers, and “The characteristics of her prose are freshcuriosity was in no degree lessened by intima- ness, vigor, and earnestness of thought, comtions that they were by some Diana of the west, bined with exquisite humor and sprightlirtess; who, like the ancient goddess, inspired the men and although she is distinguished by great freewho saw her with madness, and in her chosen dom and fearlessness of expression, she never groves and by her streams used the whip and transcends the bounds of strict feminine deli. rein with the boldness and grace of a Mercury. cacy. A slight vein of playful satire is discerniSuch secrets were not easily kept, and while the ble here and there, which adds to the piquancy fair magazinist was visiting the Atlantic cities, of her style, but which, like the heat lightning in 1846, the vail was thrown aside and she be- of a summer night, flashes and coruscates, while came known by her proper name."

it does not blast. As an instance of this, in In 1849 the first series of her “Greenwood speaking of men's appreciation of elevated woLeaves” was issued in book form. Two years manhood, she says: later it was followed by the second series. She "I know that the sentiment of men, even also published a volume of poems and two juve- great men, often is, from a perfect woman, “ good nile works—“My Pets” and “Recollections of Lord, deliver us”—and he generally hears their my Childhood.” All these works met with good prayer. Speak to them of feminine natures exsuccess, and each contributed to the literary rep- alted by genius, or great goodness, and they will utation of its author. But her "Haps and Mis- put at you, as they understand it, the poet's idea haps of a Tour in Europe," published in 1853, of lovable womanhoodmade a decided sensation in the literary world,

“A creature not too bright, nor good, and had a large sale. They were at the time

For human nature's daily food." fully represented in this journal by copious extracts as well as by a literary notice. About this Which, probably, is also a New Zealander's hightime she was married to Mr. L. K. Lippincott, of est ideal of a missionary.' Philadelphia, and with her husband commenced "In person she is neither large nor small. a juvenile monthly, known every-where as “The Her hight is a little above the middle size. Her Little Pilgrim."

form combines delicacy with agility and vigor. We do not know that it will add any thing to Her mien, and carriage, voice, gesture, and acthe estimate our readers will place upon “Grace tion, all manifest, by the most perfect correGreenwood" to say that she sometimes lectures spondence of a natural language, her rich variety as well as writes. The mention of the fact, of intellectual powers and moral sentiments; however, will at least give us the opportunity to the physical answering to the mental, in all that introduce a description of her person from one susceptible nobility of temperament which enof our exchanges, given in connection with a dows genius with its 'innate experiences' and notice of her lecture:

universality of life. Her head is of the finest "Grace Greenwood is a lady not far from forty order, and larger than the Grecian model, whose years of age, but with that freshness of complex- beauty it rivals in symmetrical development. ion and elasticity of form, which only the health The forehead is high, broad, and classic. Her flowing from her well-known ardor for horseback brows are delicately penciled. Her complexion and other outdoor exercises can insure to an is a light olive, or distinct brunette, and as American woman. Tall,'graceful, with full and changeable as the play of fancy and the hues of strongly-marked face—the darkest of side-curls, emotion. Her eyes are deep, full orbs of living eyebrows, and lashes—an expressive mouth and light; their expression is not thoughtfulness, but intellectual forehead—no lady could more safely its free revealings—not feeling, but its ontgushdare the trying inspection of a lecturer's au- ings. Just as her poetry is never penned till dience. She wore a black silk dress and plain perfectly matured, so her thoughts and feelings lace collar that well became her form and leap, and play, and How in the flashing light, free features and the taste required in her position. from all sign of mental elaboration." In a voice that filled easily the large church, but Intellectually and in its juster sense Mrs. Lipwhich was marked by a slight lisp, and not devoid pincott may be called "strong-minded.” We are of monotony, she abruptly commenced her lec- not aware, however, that her views of woman's ture, and spoke rapidly for over an hour." mission ever led her to figure in conventions, or

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