Above the session-room of the Council is the steeple, and in the steeple is the
belfry, where exists, and has existed time out of mind, the pride and wonder of the village -- the great clock of the borough of Vondervotteimittiss.
For as in landscape gardening, a spire, cupola, monument, or tower of some sort, is deemed almost indispensable to the completion of the scene; so no face can be physiognomically in keeping without the elevated open-work
belfry of the nose.
Then, on the right and the left, to east and west, within that wall of the City, which was yet so contracted, rose the bell towers of its one and twenty churches, of every date, of every form, of every size, from the low and wormeaten
belfry of Saint-Denis du Pas ( Carcer Glaueini ) to the slender needles of Saint-Pierre aux Boeufs and Saint-Landry.
In fact, at the end of a few minutes the
belfry of St.
At last, in the further edge of that town I saw a small funeral procession -- just a family and a few friends following a coffin -- no priest; a funeral without bell, book, or candle; there was a church there close at hand, but they passed it by weeping, and did not enter it; I glanced up at the
belfry, and there hung the bell, shrouded in black, and its tongue tied back.
Far in the distance in that birch and fir forest to the right of the road, the cross and
belfry of the Kolocha Monastery gleamed in the sun.
Indeed, the charge was mostly an ignorant misunderstanding of the love of solitude and secret prayer, and was founded on his being often found kneeling, not before the altar, but in peculiar places, in the crypts or gallery, or even in the
belfry. He was at the moment about to enter the church through the yard of the smithy, but stopped and frowned a little as he saw his brother's cavernous eyes staring in the same direction.
The ten liveried archers were variously disposed about the church to keep him company; two of them being locked in a tiny crypt, three in the
belfry, "to ring us a wedding peal," as Robin said; and the others under quire seats or in the vestry.
Why, I'll wager I can go up into the
belfry of the Accoules, and without staggering, too!"
Tarr and Professor Fether"; such bits of extravaganza as "The Devil in the
Belfry" and "The Angel of the Odd"; such tales of adventure as "The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym"; such papers of keen criticism and review as won for Poe the enthusiastic admiration of Charles Dickens, although they made him many enemies among the over-puffed minor American writers so mercilessly exposed by him; such poems of beauty and melody as "The Bells," "The Haunted Palace," "Tamerlane," "The City in the Sea" and "The Raven." What delight for the jaded senses of the reader is this enchanted domain of wonder-pieces!
Poe, as I knew it from his 'Tales of the Grotesque erred Arabesque.' I suppose the very poorest of these was the "Devil in the
Belfry," but such as it was I followed it as closely as I could in the "Devil in the Smoke-Pipes"; I meant tobacco-pipes.
Inter they climbed the earthquake racked
belfry, noting the hand-hewn timbers; and in the gallery, discovering the pure quality of their voices, Saxon, trembling at her own temerity, softly sang the opening bars of "Jesus Lover of My Soul." Delighted with the result, she leaned over the railing, gradually increasing her voice to its full strength as she sang: