Gleanings by the Way — Inside the Classic
Edition facts
For Gleanings by the Way — Inside the Classic, the stored edition analysis reports 100,512 words, 7 hr 18 min estimated reading time, and 11 detected text sections.
The text analysis averages about 24.4 words per sentence, while the detected sections provide another way to judge how the source is divided.
Project Gutenberg metadata also associates the work with “Latter Day Saints,” connecting these edition facts with the source record’s subject description.
Calculated from edition completeness, EPUB availability, text structure and catalogue metadata. Not a user rating.
How this score is calculated
- Description quality20 pts
- Title & short description10 pts
- Source metadata20 pts
- Text length15 pts
- Chapters / structure15 pts
- EPUB file integrity20 pts
Total of 100 points, scaled to a 2.5-5.0 range. Editions with an empty description or a missing EPUB file are not scored.
Read the Text
Nature has a voice to instruct, as well as charms to please. No one can walk over the surface of this earth, and gaze upon the objects and scenes that every where cluster around him, and not hear her instructive voice echoed upon his ear from ten thousand points, unless stupidity, or sin have sealed up his senses, and made him deaf as "the adder that stoppeth her ear, and will not hearken to the voice of charmers, charming never so wisely."
Providence, too, has a voice, that speaks with trumpet-tongue in the ear of those who watch the movement of human events--_who regard the work of the Lord, and consider the operation of his hands_. The fall of every leaf--the opening of every grave, the subversion of kingdoms--the overthrow of empires--every event transpiring around us, reads us a lesson full of deep and solemn instruction.
In the various and diversified developements of human character--whether contemplated in its rougher, or more polished state, there is a vast deal presented to view, from which an intelligent mind may gather very important elements of instruction.
One who keeps his eye out upon these various fields, will scarcely fail to GLEAN something every day, either from nature, or Providence, or the different and ever varying phases of human character, that can be turned to a profitable account both for instruction and pleasure.
There are, however, different kinds of GLEANING--and different kinds of GLEANER. The caption to this chapter contains an implied pledge, that there is to be brought before the eye of the reader three successive GLEANERS.--And so we intend it shall be. We will at once introduce you to the first of the three.
Some sixteen hundred years before the first advent of the Lord's ANIONTED, there lived in Bethlehem a man of wealth and distinction. He possessed extensive flocks and herds, and fields, and all the usual resources of oriental riches. Palestine was then the land that _flowed with milk and honey_. Though there had been periods when for the sins of the people the heavens were shut, and the dews and rains withheld--till the blight of sterility seemed to have impressed its dreary iron aspect upon every smiling valley and sunny hill:--at the time to which we refer it was not so. That whole region then poured forth its productions most luxuriantly, for the blessing of the Lord was upon the land. And now the season of the barley harvest had arrived, and the reapers went forth with their sickles to cut down the bearded and bending grain.
This opulent citizen of Bethlehem, to whom we have referred, when the rising sun, ascending the deep blue arch of heaven and pouring its full orbed radiance over hill and dale, had drank up the dew drops of morning, rode forth into the country amid vine-clad hills, and beneath groves of olive and palm till he reached his own paternal estate. The bright luminary of day now poured down a full tide of heat and effulgence over the whole surrounding scene. The reapers were plying their glittering steel, and gathering the falling grain into sheaves. The sound of rustic music came upon his ears as he rode along through the fields. It was the song of the reapers. He approached them. They were his own hired servants. Though they were poor, and had to toil for their daily bread, their wealthy employer did not despise them. He was one who feared the Lord, and saw in every human form a brother. Kind were his words as he approached the reapers, and full of pious sentiment--for his salutation was, _The Lord be with you_.
Those sun-burnt and swarthy laborers, suspending for a moment their toil, respectfully and piously responded, _The Lord bless thee_. I know not what other pleasant discourse followed. An object of deep interest now presented itself to the rich owner of these grounds. In a distant part of the field was to be seen the slender and delicate form of a young female walking hither and thither to gather up the scattered heads of barley that had escaped the hand of the reaper. Then said he to his servant who was set over the reapers: _Whose damsel is this?_ And he replied, _It is the Moabitish damsel that came back with Naomi_.
John A. Clark opens his 1842 travel narrative with a playful defense of prefaces, noting that while many authors omit them because they are "the only part of a book that is never read," he believes some readers like to know "why a book was written, and what it contains" before beginning. This self-aware framing sets the tone for a work that is both personal and purposeful: Clark, a clergyman seeking respite from heavy pastoral duties, gathers "thoughts gathered up—and sketches of scenery, and incidents" during excursions into the country. The title Gleanings by the Way signals a deliberate, unhurried approach to observation, and the text bears this out in its careful attention to detail.
A Clergyman's Eye for Urban Transformation
Clark's description of Brooklyn reveals a fascination with rapid change. He writes of South Brooklyn as "a portion of that enterprising town which has been but recently built up," noting that "from a little rural village, it has grown up, in a few years, to a city" of thirty or forty thousand inhabitants. The cause he identifies—proximity to New York, where gentlemen find it "pleasant and healthful to have their residences located upon the hills of Brooklyn, which look off upon the beautiful bay"—shows his attention to the interplay of commerce, health, and landscape. He pairs this urban growth with a corresponding increase in "religious institutions and houses of public worship," specifically mentioning Christ Church's planned Gothic structure. The passage is typical of Clark's method: he moves from physical description to moral observation, linking the city's expansion to the spread of "converting grace."
The Rhetoric of the Picturesque
Clark's visit to Green Wood Cemetery demonstrates his engagement with the picturesque tradition. He notes that he "had heard something of these picturesque grounds, but had formed no adequate conception of their beauty," and that the name itself—"Green Wood Cemetery"—derives from the grounds being "covered with green wood." His description emphasizes the interplay of natural beauty and human association: "The great interest of this spot arises from the natural beauty of the grounds in connection with the association of the purpose to which it has been devoted." The cemetery, at the time of his visit, had not yet received any graves or monuments, making it a space of potential rather than memory. Clark's language is precise: he calls it a "vast subterranean city for the dead" and notes the "wild and sylvan beauty" revealed during his ride. The scene is framed by a "bright sunny morning" with a "bland balmy sea breeze," typical of his tendency to set mood through weather.
Diction of the Divine and the Domestic
Clark's vocabulary oscillates between the scriptural and the conversational. In his preface, he adopts a wry, almost self-deprecating tone: "We did not mean, when we began, to write a defence of prefaces—but to write a preface to our own work." Yet elsewhere he invokes biblical language directly, as when he hopes for a day when all may "be all of one mind; to love as brethren; to be courteous; to be patient toward all men." The phrase "the meekness and gentleness of Christ" appears as a controlling ideal. This blend of registers—the homely and the sacred—reflects his dual role as observer and pastor. He addresses his readers as friends, using the epistolary form to create intimacy, while his descriptions of congregations and clergy labor are suffused with a sense of divine purpose. The result is a voice that is both learned and approachable, never straying far from the pulpit even when describing a cemetery or a city's growth.
Structure as a Traveling Companion
Clark organizes his narrative as a series of letters, each dated and often beginning with a reference to his previous installment. This epistolary structure gives the work a sense of immediacy and ongoing conversation. For example, Chapter XVIII opens: "In my last I conducted you on my journey as far as Brooklyn, N. Y." The reader is addressed directly as a traveling companion, invited to share in the author's discoveries. Clark also uses the letter form to manage transitions, as when he writes, "The other particular to which I referred as worthy of some passing notice, I shall have to reserve for my next chapter." This technique creates anticipation and a sense of continuity across the eleven sections. The dated headings (e.g., "Seneca, July 29th") anchor each episode in a specific time and place, reinforcing the work's character as a record of actual journeys rather than a polished travelogue.
Readers approaching Gleanings by the Way will find a work that rewards attention to its author's voice—a blend of the observant traveler, the earnest clergyman, and the self-aware writer. Clark's letters invite us to see nineteenth-century America through a lens that is both personal and representative, attentive to the physical landscape and the moral one. The book's episodic structure makes it suitable for dipping into, but its cumulative effect is a portrait of a man and his times, drawn with a careful hand.
That rainy afternoon, Clark’s gentle Gleanings by the Way made me linger over his unhurried strolls through American towns, every fence and chapel noted with quiet reverence. The book led me elsewhere as naturally as wet leaves stick to a path. Somehow I drifted to France, to weathered stone and river light — Castles and Chateaux of Old Touraine and the Loire Country — Story, Setting & Ideas waiting like a forgotten postcard, its towers as patient as his prose.
Gabriel Torres
2 weeks agoCamila Thomas
1 month agoSofia Roberts
1 month agoOlivia Lewis
1 month agoBefore you leave, reflect on the book
Use these questions to collect your thoughts before moving on.
Charlotte Davis
4 weeks ago