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him but had been pulling at the coats of those before
them.
He saw it so clearly, he could not help smiling,
though the cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
It was horrible.
He, to be an outcast on account of drink—a
disgraced clergyman! Was there any one on earth more
despicable?
He, to be a wayside beggar, to lie drunk in the
ditches, go clad in rags, and consort with vagabonds!
The prayer was over, and he was about to read
his sermon, when a thought struck him and checked
the words on his lips. He remembered that this
would be the last time he would stand in a pulpit
and proclaim the glory of God.
The last time—that touched him. He forgot the
Bishop and the drinking; he only felt that he must
take the opportunity and bear witness to the glory
of his God.
The nave of the church, with all his hearers,
seemed to sink deep, deep down: the roof was raised,
and he could see right into heaven. He stood alone,
his soul soaring to the opening heavens, and his
voice grew strong and joyous as he spoke of the
glory of God.
He was inspired, and forgot his written text;
while thoughts descended upon him like a flight of
tame doves, and he felt that it was not he who spoke.
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