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。’