Gates Ajar
Elizabeth Stuart Phelps, Helen Sootin Smith
Hardcover
(Belknap Press, Jan. 1, 1964)
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1869 Excerpt: ...Your grandmother, who was the most beautiful woman I ever saw, the belle of the county all her young days, and the model for artists' fancy sketching even in her old ones, as modest as a violet and as honest as the sunshine, used to have the prettiest little way when we girls were in our teens, and she thought that we must be lectured a bit on youthful vanity, of adding, in her quiet voice, smoothing down her black silk apron as she spoke, 'But still it is a thing to be thankful for, my dear, to have a comely countenance! "But to return to the track and our future bodies. We shall find them vastly convenient, undoubtedly, with powers of which there is no dreaming. Perhaps they will be so one with the soul that to will will be to do,--hindrance out of the question. I, for instance, sitting here by you, and thinking that I should like to be in Kansas, would be there. There is an interesting bit of a hint in Daniel about Gabriel, who, 'being caused to fly swiftly, touched him about the time of the evening oblation.'" "But do you not make a very mater al kind of heaven out of such suppositions?" "It depends upon what yor mean by 'matei iaL' The term does not, to n.y thinking, imply degradation, except so far as it is associated with sin. Dr. Chalmers has the right of it, when he talks about 'spiritual materialism.' He says in his sermon on the New Heavens and Earth,--which, by the way, you should read, and from which I wish a few more of our preachers would learn something,--that we 'forget that on the birth of materialism, when it stood out in the freshness of those glories which the great Architect of Nature had impressed upon it, that then the "morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy.'" I do not...