Capitolo 1
ESTHER
_A Novel_
Published in 1884 by Henry Holt and Society
_Chapter I_
The new church of St. John, on fifth Avenue it was crowded the morning
of last Sunday of October, of year 1880. Sitting in the gallery,
under of the frescoes not ended, and looking down at the vase a takings,
an effect of gardens in autumn, a suggestion of chrysanthemums and
geraniums, or of woods of October, destroyed with oaks scarlet and yellow
maples. As a show of the austerity the show was a failure, but if
contained happy and the innocent adornment please the author of the lilies
and roses there were reason to hope that this first service in Street
The favor found of John in his/her sight, even if it didn't show on victory
the world or the meat in this part of the United States. The sun came
in through the figure of St. John in his/her crimson and green garments of
protects with glass, and sprinkled more color where you they already emulated the flowers
of a show of prize; while enormous prophets and evangelists in flowing bathrobes
bewared down of the red walls on a show of human vanity that you/they are able
you/he/she has called out a vehement Lamentation of Jeremiah or Song of Solomon,
if these poets had been present in meat as them they were in figure.
Solomon was a diamond but not an accurate observer; he looked at the
world from the stand-stings hold of his really temple. Here in New York him
really you/he/she could not say that all were the vanity, for also a more
sick-natured the satirist that he has had to confess that there was in this
to-day of temple new a perceptible interest in religion. One were almost able
you/he/she has said that religion it seemed to be a matter of worry. The public
brought a glance of interest, and, also after their first fixed look of the admiration
and he/she talked to low voice the criticism to the shines of their new church, when to
length the cleric entered for starting the service, a ripple of
excitement swept through the field of bonnets up to that it was almost there a
you murmur as to rustle cornfields inside the many colored walls of Street