15 September 2024

Happy Birthday, Cooper

Jarvis, James Fenimore Cooper, 1830


I want no thunder or lightning to remind me of my God, nor am I as apt to bethink on most of all His goodness in trouble and tribulations as on a calm, solemn, quiet day in a forest, when His voice is heard in the creaking of a dead branch or in the song of a bird, as much in my ears at least as it is ever heard in uproar and gales.  I have attended church-service in the garrisons, and tried hard to join in the prayers, but never could raise within me the solemn feelings and true affection that I feel when alone with God in the forest. There I seem to stand face to face with my Master; all around me is fresh and beautiful, as it came from His hand; and there is no nicety or doctrine to chill the feelings. No no; the woods are the true temple after all, for there the thoughts are free to mount higher even than the clouds.

James Fenimore Cooper, born on this day in 1789, from the excellent book, Pathfinder; or, The Inland Sea

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