...soft air, among the sunny English hills, while Englishmen are drawing near one another with hatred in their hearts,--dying away, as on that other Sunday, eight months ago, when Baxter, preaching near Edgehill , heard the sounds of battle, and disturbed the rest of his saints by exclaiming, To the fight! But here are no warrior-preachers, no bishops praying in surplices on the one side, no dark-robed div...