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- Author: Edward Eggleston
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 2014
- Pages: 90
- ISBN-10: 1496173155
- ISBN-13: 9781496173157
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.5 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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Two weather-beaten stone buildings at Ephrata, in Pennsylvania, remain as monuments on this side of the water of the great pietistic movement in Germany in the early part of the eighteenth century. One of these was called Bethany, the other Sharon. A hundred and thirty or forty years ago there were other buildings with these, and the softening hand of time had not yet touched any of them. The doorways were then, as now, on the ground level, the passages were just as narrow and dusky, the cells had the same little square windows to let in the day. But the stones in that day had a hue that reminded one of the quarry, the mortar between them was fresh, the shingles in the roof had gathered no moss and very little weather stain; the primeval forests were yet within the horizon, and there was everywhere an air of newness, of advancement, and of prosperity about the Dunkard Convent.
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- Author: Edward Eggleston
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 2014
- Pages: 90
- ISBN-10: 1496173155
- ISBN-13: 9781496173157
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.5 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
Two weather-beaten stone buildings at Ephrata, in Pennsylvania, remain as monuments on this side of the water of the great pietistic movement in Germany in the early part of the eighteenth century. One of these was called Bethany, the other Sharon. A hundred and thirty or forty years ago there were other buildings with these, and the softening hand of time had not yet touched any of them. The doorways were then, as now, on the ground level, the passages were just as narrow and dusky, the cells had the same little square windows to let in the day. But the stones in that day had a hue that reminded one of the quarry, the mortar between them was fresh, the shingles in the roof had gathered no moss and very little weather stain; the primeval forests were yet within the horizon, and there was everywhere an air of newness, of advancement, and of prosperity about the Dunkard Convent.
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