always the power of transmitting his excitements to others, so that,
strangely, they felt it incumbent upon them to answer. One, a
dull-looking man, answered "yes," with conventional piety. Another said
sincerely that he would like to get the oats in first. Then, when the
first effect of the enthusiast's influence was passing off, they began
to rebel at having this subject thrust upon them. A youth said rudely
that, as there were two parsons there, Father Cameron was not called on
to preach.

The old man fixed his questioning look on Trenholme. "He will come to
reign," he cried, "to exalt the lowly and meek, to satisfy the men who
hunger for righteousness; and the pure in heart shall live with Him.
Sir, do you desire that He shall come now?"

Trenholme did not give answer as before.

"Poor fellow," said the Presbyterian, pityingly.

The shower was passing over, and they moved away.

The old man lifted his arm, and pointed to the mountain that stood in
all the beauty of its wet verdure. He looked round upon them all, and
there was unusual show of excitement in his manner.

"I have a message to you," he said. "Before another Lord's, day comes,
_He_ will come."

The two ministers heard him as they walked away, and the Scotchman
thought to go back and reprove such an audacious word.