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yourself an outcast! You think you are despised of
God! Why did you not stay and see Captain Lennert’s
funeral?
“As he died during the Fair, his fame had spread
far and wide, and after morning service thousands
of people gathered at the church. All the church-yard
and the wall and the field outside were covered
with people. The funeral procession formed
before the vestry hall. They only waited for the
old Rector. He was ill and had not preached, but
had promised to officiate at Captain Lennert’s
funeral. At last he came, walking with bowed head,
absorbed in his own dreams, as he is often
nowadays, and placed himself at the head of the
procession. He noticed nothing unusual. The old man
had headed many a funeral procession, and he went
along the well-known path and did not look up. He
read the prayers and cast the earth on the coffin
and still noticed nothing unusual. But then the
sexton raised the hymn. I never thought the sexton’s
voice, which at other times sang alone, could have
the power of waking the Rector from his dreams.
“But the sexton was not to sing alone. Hundreds
and hundreds of voices joined his: men,
women, and children sang. Then the old man
seemed to awaken. He passed his hand over his
eyes, and stepped up on a heap of mould to gain
a better view. Never had he seen such a crowd of
mourners. The men wore their old battered funeral
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