seperate from the men. I believe this is usual in
American Methodist churches. Myself and Mr E. sat in
front, close by the minister. He was a portly man, with
a fleshy massive head and smooth, thin hair; dressed
in a suit of not particularly well-made thin black cloth.
Any one predisposed to do so might have found him a little
Chadbandish. The congregation were all country folk; some
of the boys had neither shoes or stockings. Presently the
services began by a prayer, or a hymn, given out by the
preacher �from the Arrangement.� He did not mount to what
might be called the pulpit � it was of no great heighth � but
walked to and fro in front of it. His prayer was zealous,
passionate, moving, and some of the congregation joined
in, Methodist fashion, with ejaculations of �Lord!� �Amen!
and the like. The man was so much in earnest that I
saw a tear drop from his perspiring face � it was a tear.
His sermon was a good one, its text from the Psalms.
He dwelt on the old, pretty story of David and Goliath
with an earnestness and interest which was really touching.
He was eloquent, enthusiastic, in spite of his occasional
provincial pronunciation � his �bens� instead of �beens,� his
Americanisms of word and sentence. Nor did he lack
good strong sense, for, when he came to speak of Da-
vid rejecting Saul�s armour, instead of �improving� it
as I expected � by bidding his hearers rely not on �the flesh-
ly arm,� but the God of battles &c &c � he launched out
into a splendid, almost Carlyelish assertion of the ne-
cessity of Individuality of Character. When excited he
shouted tremendously (being accustomed to a larger church