...the volumes of essays entitled (1864), and (1868) and (1881）—will still richly reward a reader. Indeed, all of Bushnell's prose, though manifestly influenced by Emerson, by Carlyle, and by Ruskin , yet possesses its own peculiar vitality, a pulsation that at its best may be likened, to use a metaphor of his own, to the beat of wings. Henry Ward Beecher, too, was born in the orthodox upland...