dustypeople，unwashedpeople，peopleofnoaccountwhatever，andyettheydidnotlookamob。Andwhenthathymnwasover-andhereletmeobservethat，strangeasitsounded，Ihaverecalledthathymntomind，andithasseemedtotingleinmyearsonoccasionswhenallthatpompandartcoulddotoenhancereligioussolemnitywasbeingdone-intheSistineChapel，whattimethepapalbandwasinfullplay，andthechoicestchoristersofItalypouredforththeirmellowesttonesinpresenceofBatuschcaandhiscardinals-ontheiceoftheNeva，whattimethelongtrainofstatelypriests，withtheirnoblebeardsandtheirflowingrobesofcrimsonandgold，withtheirebonyandivorystaves，stalkedalong，chantingtheirSclavonianlitaniesinadvanceofthemightyEmperoroftheNorthandhisPriberjenskyguardofgiants，towardstheorificethroughwhichtheriver，runningbelowinitsswiftness，istoreceivethebaptismallymph：-whenthehymnwasover，anothermaninthewagonproceededtoaddressthepeople；hewasamuchyoungermanthanthelastspeaker；somewhatsquarebuiltandaboutthemiddleheight；hisfacewasratherbroad，butexpressiveofmuchintelligence，andwithapeculiarcalmandseriouslook；theaccentinwhichhespokeindicatedthathewasnotoftheseparts，butfromsomedistantdistrict。Thesubjectofhisaddresswasfaith，andhowitcouldremovemountains。Itwasaplainaddress，withoutanyattemptatornament，anddeliveredinatonewhichwasneitherloudnorvehement。Thespeakerwasevidentlynotapractisedone-onceortwicehehesitatedasifforwordstoexpresshismeaning，butstillheheldon，talkingoffaith，andhowitcouldremovemountains：’Itistheonlythingwewant，brethren，inthisworld；ifwehavethat，weareindeedrich，asitwillenableustodoourdutyunderallcircumstances，andtobearourlot，howeverharditmaybe-andthelotofallmankindishard-thelotofthepoorishard，brethren-andwhoknowsmoreofthepoorthanI？-apoormanmyself，andthesonofapoorman：
　　butaretherichbetteroff？notso，brethren，forGodisjust。
　　Therichhavetheirtrialstoo：Iamnotrichmyself，butIhaveseentherichwithcareworncountenances；Ihavealsoseentheminmadhouses；fromwhichyoumaylearn，brethren，thatthelotofallmankindishard；thatis，tillwelayholdoffaith，whichmakesuscomfortableunderallcircumstances；whetherwerideingildedchariotsorwalkbarefootedinquestofbread；whetherwebeignorant，whetherwebewise-forrichesandpoverty，ignoranceandwisdom，brethren，eachbringswithititspeculiartemptations。
　　Well，underallthesetroubles，thethingwhichIwouldrecommendyoutoseekisoneandthesame-faith；faithinourLordJesusChrist，whomadeusandallottedtoeachhisstation。Eachhassomethingtodo，brethren。Doit，therefore，butalwaysinfaith；
　　withoutfaithweshallfindourselvessometimesatfault；butwithfaithnever-forfaithcanremovethedifficulty。Itwillteachustolovelife，brethren，whenlifeisbecomingbitter，andtoprizetheblessingsaroundus；foraseverymanhashiscares，brethren，sohaseachmanhisblessings。Itwilllikewiseteachusnottolovelifeovermuch，seeingthatwemustonedaypartwithit。Itwillteachustofacedeathwithresignation，andwillpreserveusfromsinkingamidsttheswellingoftheriverJordan。’
　　Andwhenhehadconcludedhisaddress，hesaid，’Letussingahymn，onecomposedbyMasterCharlesWesley-hewasmycountryman，brethren。
　　’Jesus，IcastmysoulonThee，Mightyandmercifultosave；
　　Thoushalttodeathgodownwithme，Andlaymegentlyinthegrave。
　　Thisbodythenshallrestinhope，Thisbodywhichthewormsdestroy；
　　ForThoushaltsurelyraisemeupTogloriouslifeandendlessjoy。’
　　Farewell，preacherwiththeplaincoatandthecalmseriouslook!
　　Isawtheeonceagain，andthatwaslately-onlytheotherday。
　　Itwasnearafishinghamlet，bythesea-side，thatIsawthepreacheragain。Hestoodonthetopofasteepmonticle，usedbypilotsasalook-outforvesselsapproachingthatcoast，adangerousone，aboundinginrocksandquick-sands。Therehestoodonthemonticle，preachingtoweather-wornfishermenandmarinersgatheredbelowuponthesand。’Whoishe？’saidItoanoldfishermanwhostoodbesidemewithabookofhymnsinhishand；buttheoldmanputhishandtohislips，andthatwastheonlyanswerIreceived。Notasoundwasheardbutthevoiceofthepreacherandtheroaringofthewaves；butthevoicewasheardloudabovetheroaringofthesea，forthepreachernowspokewithpower，andhisvoicewasnotthatofonewhohesitates。Therehestood-nolongerayoungman，forhisblacklockswerebecomegray，evenlikemyown；buttherewastheintelligentface，andthecalmseriouslookwhichhadstruckmeofyore。Therestoodthepreacher，oneofthosemen-and，thankGod，theirnumberisnotfew-who，animatedbythespiritofChrist，amidstmuchpoverty，and，alas!muchcontempt，persistincarryingthelightoftheGospelamidstthedarkparishesofwhat，butfortheirinstrumentality，wouldscarcelybeChristianEngland。Iwouldhavewaitedtillhehadconcluded，inorderthatImightspeaktohim，andendeavourtobringbacktheancientscenetohisrecollection，butsuddenlyamancamehurryingtowardsthemonticle，mountedonaspeedyhorse，andholdingbythebridleoneyetmorespeedy，andhewhisperedtome，’Whyloiterestthouhere？-knowestthounotallthatistobedonebeforemidnight？’andheflungmethebridle；andImountedonthehorseofgreatspeed，andIfollowedtheother，whohadalreadygallopedoff。AndasIdeparted，Iwavedmyhandtohimonthemonticle，andIshouted，’Farewell，brother!theseedcameupatlast，afteralongperiod!’andthenIgavethespeedyhorsehisway，andleaningovertheshoulderofthegallopinghorse，Isaid，’Wouldthatmylifehadbeenlikehis-evenlikethatman’s!’
　　Inowwanderedalongtheheath，tillIcametoaplacewhere，besideathickfurze，sataman，hiseyesfixedintentlyontheredballofthesettingsun。
　　’That’snotyou，Jasper？’
　　’Indeed，brother!’
　　’I’venotseenyouforyears。’
　　’Howshouldyou，brother？’
　　’Whatbringsyouhere？’
　　’Thefight，brother。’
　　’Wherearethetents？’
　　’Ontheoldspot，brother。’
　　’Anynewssinceweparted？’
　　’Twodeaths，brother。’
　　’Whoaredead，Jasper？’
　　’Fatherandmother，brother。’
　　’Wheredidtheydie？’
　　’Wheretheyweresent，brother。’
　　’AndMrs。Herne？’
　　’She’salive，brother。’
　　’Whereisshenow？’
　　’InYorkshire，brother。’
　　’Whatisyouropinionofdeath，Mr。Petulengro？’saidI，asIsatdownbesidehim。
　　’Myopinionofdeath，brother，ismuchthesameasthatintheoldsongofPharaoh，whichIhaveheardmygrandamsing-
　　Canamarelomanuschiviosandepuv，Tarovelpalesteochavotaromi。
　　Whenamandies，heiscastintotheearth，andhiswifeandchildsorrowoverhim。Ifhehasneitherwifenorchild，thenhisfatherandmother，Isuppose；andifheisquitealoneintheworld，why，then，heiscastintotheearth，andthereisanendofthematter。’