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It was on a Sunday morning that we made our way through a hazy atmosphere , and Along ' narrow streets , towards what imagination , led by description , had long" led us to believe one of the finest monuments of human art . There was within us that indefinite feeling of preparation , when the soul appears to be summoning up all her powers to be in readiness to receive a new and elevating impression , that always anticipates the contemplation of any object deified by associations connected with thfe sublimities and beauties of the works of nature , or the finer developments of the one great spirit as seen in the infinitely varying and glorious achievements of the htnnan tnind . This state was somewhat disturbed by the necessity for haste ; for
we were solitary in oitr way through the streets—there was no sabbath-morning throng streaming towards the cathedral ; it had already received them within its lofty portal , and we hurried forward , fearing to lose alike our view of the interior , and our share in the enjoyment of the service . At the end of a harrow court we came upon it at once . There it stood in all its mighty majesty ; perfect , uninjured , as if on the instant the same voice that had said , Let there be light ! " had issued the command , " Let there be a cathedral / ' and lo ! it uprose !
We entered silently and stealthily . Had the weight of a world of grief rested upon the heart , it would have been uplifted as the eyes sought expansively to take in the height and length and breadth of that pillared and sculptured vastness : we seemed to have left the lesser space without , instead of the greater . The organ was throwing off its clouds of sound , and they rolled along the roof and through the aisles , while at intervals the voices of the choristers came like light and music ,
both upon the senses , seeming to melt away all obstruction between us and the open heavens , that our hearts might ascend more freely in praises and thanksgivings to Him who had created such " wonderful works" through the agency of man to delight " the children of men . " We were not long allowed to remain where we were ; one of the vergers , those human crows of a cathedral who look disposed to have a raw at you
if they dared , cairn * up and gave sign that we were to follow him to the upper entrance to the choir . He then marshalled the way through a crowd clustered on the steps leading to the , communion table , to one of the pens , called p ews , immediatel y under the pulpit . He shuffled us in somewhat abruptly , with a bustling , business-like air , far preferable to the assumed sanctity sometimes observable in similar clerical officers . The architectural effects of the choir , usually the least interestint ;* portion of a cathedral , were rapidly glanced ; it , and the eyes were again at their old work , resting on that part of the nave
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Jan. 2, 1836, page 38, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2653/page/38/
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