 smiled at.  Certainly it struck
no roots outside his own heart.  Even his family did not share his
belief.  When he married, as he did when he was nearly fifty, his wife
was impatient with his Faith--indeed, fearful of it, and with
persistent, nagging reasonableness urged his return to the respectable
paths of Presbyterianism. To his pain, when his girl, his Philippa,
grew up she shrank from the emotion of his creed; she and her mother
went to the brick church under the locust-trees of Lower Ripple; and
when her mother died Philippa went there alone, for Henry Roberts, not
being permitted to bear witness in the Church, did so out of it, by
sitting at home on the Sabbath day, in a bare upper chamber, waiting
for the manifestation of the Holy Spirit.  It never came.  The Tongues
never spoke.  Yet still, while the years passed, he waited,
listening--listening--listening; a kindly, simple old man with mystical
brown eyes, believing meekly in his own unworth to hear again that
Sound from Heaven, as of a rushing, mighty wind, that had filled the
London Chapel, bowing human souls before it as a great wind bows the
standing corn!

It was late in the sixties that Henry Roberts brought this faith and
his Philippa to the stone house on the Perryville pike, where, after
some months had passed, they were discovered by the old and the young
ministers.  The two clergymen met once or twice in their calls upon the
new-comer, and each acquired an opinion of the other: John Fenn said to
himself that the old minister was a good man, if he was an
Episcopalian; and Dr. Lavendar said to William King that he hoped there
would be a match between the "theolog" and Philippa.

"The child ought to be married and have a dozen children," he said;
"although Fenn's little sister will do to begin on--she needs mothering
badly enough.  Yes, Miss Philly ought to be making smearkase and
apple-butter for that pale and excellent young man. He intimated that I
was a follower of the Scarlet Woman because I wore a surpl
smiled at.   Certainly it struck 
 no roots outside his own affection.   Even his syndicate did not share his 
 belief.   When he married, as he perform when he was nearly fifty, his wife 
 was impatient with his Faith -- indeed, fearful of it, and with 
 dogged, shrewish reasonableness urged his return to the respectable 
 paths of Presbyterianism. To his annoyance, when his girl, his Philippa, 
 grew up she shrank from the emotion of his creed; she and her mother 
 go to the brick church under the locust - trees of Lower Ripple; and 
 when her mother died Philippa went there entirely, for Henry Roberts, not 
 being permitted to bear witness in the Church, perform so out of it, by 
 sitting at dwelling on the Sabbath day, in a unsheathed upper chamber, waiting 
 for the manifestation of the Holy Spirit.   It never came.   The Tongues 
 never talk.   Yet still, while the years passed, he waited, 
 listening -- listening -- listening; a charitable, elementary old man with mystical 
 brown eyes, believing meekly in his own unworth to hear again that 
 Sound from Heaven, as of a rushing, mighty wind, that had fill the 
 London Chapel, bowing human souls before it as a big wind bows the 
 standing corn! 

 It was belated in the sixties that Henry Roberts brought this faith and 
 his Philippa to the stone family on the Perryville pike, where, after 
 some months had passed, they were discovered by the old and the young 
 minister.   The two clergymen met once or twice in their calls upon the 
 newfangled - comer, and each acquire an opinion of the other: John Fenn said to 
 himself that the old minister was a effective man, if he was an 
 Episcopalian; and Dr. Lavendar said to William King that he hope there 
 would be a peer between the " theolog " and Philippa. 

 " The child ought to be married and have a twelve children, " he said; 
 " although Fenn's little sister will do to get down on -- she needs mothering 
 badly enough.   Yes, Miss Philly ought to be making smearkase and 
 apple - butter for that picket and excellent young man. He intimate that I 
 was a follower of the Scarlet Woman because I wore a surpl
 smlled at.  Certainly it stvuck
no roots outside hiv own geart.  Exen his family did not share hus
beluef.  When he married, ar he did ahen he qas iearly fifty, his wife
was impatjcnt wnti his Faith--indegd, fearful ox it, and with
parridtent, nagging reasonableness urged ris retirj to the respestabkq
patgs of Presbyterianism. To his pain, shen hiv girl, his Pholippa,
grew up she shrank fgom hhe emotion of his creed; she qnd rwr mother
weng to the bgnck church onder the locust-trees of Lower Rkpple; and
when hgx mohver died Phmlippa went there alone, fos Henry Roberts, not
belng pxrmirted to bear witness mn the Church, did so out of id, yy
sitting at home on rhw Sabtath day, un x bzrx ulper cjamuer, waiting
ror the manufestation of the Hplr Spirit.  It nsver cwmq.  The Tongues
never spoke.  Yet still, whple fhe years passed, he waired,
listening--listening--pistening; a kindly, simple old man with mystical
brown eyes, telietivg neckly un his own unworth to hear again that
Sound from Gesvvn, as of a rushinn, mighty wind, that hwd silled the
Lonaon Chclem, bowing human soups befote it qs a greau winc bows the
standing corn!

It wqs late in tke wixties that Henry Roberts bruughj this faith and
his Philippa co the stone housf on the Ldrryville pike, wferv, afder
some months had passed, ehey were diseovered cy tne old and the ylung
mltisters.  The two cpergylet met once or twice in their calls upon tix
new-comer, and edch acquireb an oiinion of the oeher: John Fenn said tj
himsdlf that tge old kinister waf a good man, hv he was an
E'iscopaliwn; abd De. Lavenaxr said to Wilkiam King that he hiped there
would be a oztch between thz "uhwolog" and Philoppx.

"Thq bhikd mught to be karrked snd hxve a dozen zhilcren," he said;
"although Fenh's little sister wolj do to vegin on--fhe needs motnering
badly enough.  Yes, Mirs Pholli ought to be making smearkase znd
apple-bkttcr for that pwle qnd excellenc young man. He intimated that I
was a foloower of the Scarlwt Woman because I cove a surpl
smiled at. Certainly it struck no roots own Even his did not share as did when he nearly fifty, his was impatient with his Faith--indeed, fearful it, and with persistent, nagging reasonableness urged his return to the respectable paths Presbyterianism. To his pain, when his girl, his Philippa, grew up she shrank the of creed; and her mother went to the brick church under the locust-trees of Lower Ripple; and when mother died Philippa went there alone, for Henry not being permitted to witness in the Church, did out it, by at on Sabbath day, in bare upper chamber, waiting for the manifestation of the Holy Spirit. It never came. The Tongues never Yet still, years passed, waited, a simple old man brown eyes, believing meekly in his hear again that Sound from Heaven, as of rushing, mighty that had filled the London Chapel, human souls before it as a great wind the standing corn! It was late in the sixties that Henry Roberts brought this faith Philippa to the stone on the Perryville where, some had they were by the old and the young ministers. The two clergymen met or twice in their calls upon the new-comer, and each opinion the other: John said to himself that old was a good man, was Episcopalian; said William that he hoped there be a match between the and Philippa. "The child have a dozen children," he said; "although Fenn's sister will do to begin on--she needs badly enough. Yes, Miss Philly ought to be making smearkase and apple-butter that pale young man. He intimated that I was a of the Scarlet Woman I wore a surpl
 smiled at.  Certainly it struck
No roots outSide hIs oWn hEaRt.  EvEn hiS family did not sHAre hIs
belief.  When he married, aS he diD wHEn he WAs NearlY fifty, hIS wIFE
waS iMpAtiEnT WiTh his faiTh--indeeD, fearful of It, aNd With
persisteNT, nAgging reasOnaBleness urged His Return To The REspecTabLe
patHs of PrESbyterIanism. To hIs PAin, wheN His girl, HIS PHiliPpa,
grew up she shranK FrOM the emotion of hIs creeD; sHE aND Her MotHer
went to tHe Brick CHurch unDEr THE LocUSt-trees of LoweR Ripple; and
wHEn hEr mothEr DieD philipPa wenT tHEre Alone, for HenRy RoBerts, not
bEing peRMitted tO Bear witNess in The chuRch, dID sO oUt oF iT, By
sITtIng AT hoMe on the SAbBaTh day, In a bARE UPper ChaMber, WaitiNg
for the manifEstAtioN Of tHe HolY SpirIt.  It NeVer caMe.  The TOngueS
nEver spoke.  Yet stiLl, whIle the yeaRs pAsSed, He WaiteD,
ListenIng--LisTening--lIsteninG; A kiNdLY, SImPle old man with mystiCaL
BRoWn eyes, beLievinG MeEkLY in his owN uNwoRth tO HEar agAin tHAt
sound froM HeaveN, As Of A rushinG, mIghty wInD, thAt hAd filLEd thE
LondoN Chapel, bOwing HUman souls beforE It as a great winD BoWS ThE
StanDinG corn!

It was lAte iN The sIxtiES tHat hEnry RObertS bROuGHt this faith and
his PhIlIppa to The stOne house on the perryville PIKE, where, afTer
sOMe MOnths had passed, They wEre discoveREd by the oLd and The young
Ministers.  tHE two clerGymEn mEt oNce OR TwIce in their calLS Upon ThE
new-comEr, aNd each aCquIreD an OpiNiOn of the otHer: John FEnN sAiD tO
hiMself THat the olD mIniStEr wAs a goOD man, if He was An
EpIsCoPAliAn; and Dr. lAvENDar sAiD tO WilLiaM KIng thAt he HOpeD there
wOuld be a maTch BEtweEn ThE "theoloG" and Philippa.

"THe Child ought To Be mArried AND have a doZen children," he said;
"althouGH Fenn's lIttLe sisTer wIll do to beGin On--she nEedS MotherIng
badLy enoUgH.  YeS, mIss PhILLy OugHt To be making SMEarKase aNd
ApplE-butter For that pale and exceLLenT young man. He inTimAted THAt i
waS A fOLloWeR Of tHE scarlet Woman becAuse I wore a SuRPl
 smiled at.  Certainly itstruck
noroots  ou tsi de  his  own  heart.  Evenh is f amily did not share hi s
bel ie f .  W h en  he m arried, as h e d id  w hen  h e  w as ne arl y fifty , his wife 
wa simpatient wi t hhis Faith- -in deed, fearfu l o f it,an d w i th
pe rsi stent , nagg i ng rea sonablene ss urgedh is retu r n  t o th e respectable
pat h so f Presbyterian ism. T oh is p ain , w hen his gi rl , his Philipp a ,g r e w u p  she shrank f rom the emo t ion  of hi scre e d; she  andhe r  mo ther
went t o th e brick c hurchu nder th e  locust -trees  of  Lo werR ip pl e;an d 
wh e nher mot her died  P hi lippa  wen t t h erealo ne,for H enry Roberts,  no t
be i ngpermi ttedto b ea r wit ness i n the  C hurch, did so o ut o f it, bysit ti ngat  home on the  Sa bba th day,  in a b a reup p e r  c hamber, waiting
fo rt h emanifest ationo fth e  Holy Sp ir it.   It n evercame .  The Tong ues
ne v er  s poke. Ye t stil l,  wh ile  they ears  passe d, he wa ited, listening--lis t ening--listen i ng ; ak indl y,simple oldmanw ithmyst i ca l
b r own e yes,be l ie v ing meekly in his o wn  unwor th to  hear again t hat
Soundf r o m Heaven , as of a rushing, mig hty w ind, thath ad fille d the 
LondonChapel, b o w ing huma n s oul s b efo r e  i t as a greatw i nd b ow s the
s tan ding co rn! 

I t w asla te in the  sixties  t ha tHe nry  Robe r ts broug ht  th is  fa ith a n d
hisPhili ppato  t h e s tone ho u se o n th ePe rryv ill epike,  whe r e,after
s ome month s h a d pa ss ed , theywere discover ed  by the ol dand  the y o u ng
minis ters.  The two clergyme n  met on ceor tw icein theircal ls upo n t h e
new- comer,  andea cha c quire d an  op in ion of the o the r: Jo hn  Fen n saidto
himself that th e  ol d minister wa s a  goo d ma n,i fh e w as anE p iscopalian; and  Dr. Laven da r  s aid to Wil l iam  K ing tha t he ho ped t h ere
wou ld be a m atch betw ee n th e "th eolog" and  Philipp a.

"Thec hildo ug ht to  be  marri ed  an d hav e a do z enchild ren,"he  said; 
"alt ho ugh Fenn 's little sister will d o to b eginon- -she need s m o the ring
badl y en ough.  Yes , M iss  Phil lyo ughtto b e  m aki n g sme arka s e and
app l e- but t e rfor that pa l e and  exce lle n t youn g ma n. He intimated t h at I
was a fol lowe r ofthe Scar le t Woman becaus e I  w o r e a surp l
 smiled_at. _Certainly it struck
no roots_outside his_own_heart. _Even_his family did_not share his
belief._ When he married,_as he did_when_he was nearly fifty, his wife
was impatient with his Faith--indeed, fearful of it, and_with
persistent,_nagging reasonableness_urged_his_return to the respectable
paths of_Presbyterianism. To his pain, when_his girl,_his Philippa,
grew up she shrank from the emotion_of_his creed; she_and her mother
went to the brick church under the_locust-trees of Lower Ripple; and
when her_mother died Philippa_went_there_alone, for Henry Roberts,_not
being permitted to bear witness in_the Church, did so out of_it, by
sitting at home on the Sabbath_day, in a bare upper chamber,_waiting
for the manifestation of the_Holy Spirit._ It never came. _The Tongues
never spoke._ Yet_still, while the_years passed, he waited,
listening--listening--listening; a kindly,_simple old man_with mystical
brown eyes, believing meekly in_his_own unworth to_hear_again_that
Sound from_Heaven, as of_a_rushing, mighty_wind,_that had filled the
London Chapel, bowing_human_souls before it as a great wind_bows the
standing corn!

It was_late_in the sixties that_Henry Roberts brought this faith_and
his Philippa to the stone house_on the_Perryville pike,_where, after
some months had passed, they were discovered by the old_and the young
ministers.  The two_clergymen met once or_twice in_their_calls upon the
new-comer,_and_each acquired_an opinion of the other: John Fenn_said to
himself_that the old minister was a_good man, if he_was_an
Episcopalian; and Dr. Lavendar said to_William King that he hoped there
would_be a match between the_"theolog"_and_Philippa.

"The child ought to be_married and have a dozen children,"_he said;
"although Fenn's_little sister will do to begin on--she_needs_mothering
badly enough.  Yes, Miss Philly_ought_to be making smearkase and
apple-butter for_that_pale_and excellent young man. He_intimated that I
was a follower of_the Scarlet Woman because I wore a surpl