...open lattice in bars of sunshine to mingle with the pungent snap of the peat fire on the hearthstone, which gives forth the essence of the moorlands for a thousand years. And I mind still how heavy my heart was that afternoon. . . . Still I must try, and mind my good mother's...

...preach came over him. The story of one of the first sermons is so charming that I transcribe it here : "It was in June. I see the place still, and am aware...answer, no vision, and Bishop Home says, ' If you distill dry bones, all you will have for your pains is water.' "Still there I was, the preacher, and...

...open lattice in bars of sunshine to mingle with the pungent snap of the peat fire on the hearthstone, which gives forth the essence of the moorlands for a thousand years. . . . They were simplehearted folk up there, of the old Methodist brand, eager and hungry for the bread...

...open lattice in bars of sunshine to mingle with the pungent snap of the peat fire on the hearthstone, which gives forth the essence of the moorlands for a thousand years. . . . They were simplehearted folk up there, of the old Methodist brand, eager and hungry for the bread...

...Sunday afternoon. Luther loved to preach on Sunday afternoons because the menservants and maidservants could come to hear him then in great numbers, but...to answer, no vision, and Bishop Home says, "If you distill dry bones, all you will have for your pains is water." Still there I was, the preacher, and...