The Supply at Saint Agatha'sPhelps, Elizabeth Stuart
Religion
The Supply at Saint Agatha's
Phelps, Elizabeth Stuart
Churches -- Fiction; Clergy -- Fiction; Short stories
and carried it softly, just above the breath, with the tone which is
neither a sigh, nor a cry, nor a whisper, but that harmony of all which
makes of music prayer.
He must have entered on the wave of this strain; opinions differed
afterwards as to this: some said one thing, some another; but it was
found that most of the audience had not observed the entrance of the
preacher at all. The choir ceased, and he was; and no more could be
said. The church was well filled, though not over-crowded, and the
decorous rustle of a fashionable audience in the interval preceding
worship stirred through the house.
In the natural inattention of the moment, it was not remarkable that
most of the people failed to notice the strange preacher until he was
among them.
But to the church officer, whose mind was preoccupied with the supply,
there was something almost startling in the manner of his approach.
The vestryman's uneasy eyes were not conscious of having slipped their
guard upon the chancel for a moment; he had but turned his head
politely, though a bit impatiently, to reply to some trivial remark of
his wife's, when, behold, the preacher stood before him.
Afterwards it was rumored that two or three persons in the audience had
not been taken by surprise in this way, but had fully observed the
manner of the stranger's entrance; yet these persons, when they were
sought, were difficult to find. There was one shabby woman who sat in
the gallery among the "poor" seats; she was clad in rusty mourning, and
had a pale and patient face, quite familiar to the audience, for she
was a faithful church-goer, and had attended Saint Agatha's for many
years. It came to be said, through the sexton's gossip or otherwise,
that this poor woman had seen the preacher's approach quite clearly,
and had been much moved thereat; but when some effort was made to find
her, and to question her on this point, unexpected obstacles
arose,--she was an obscure person, serving in some menial capacity for
floating employers; she was accustomed to slip in and out of the church
hurriedly, both late and early,--and nothing of importance was added
from this quarter to the general interest which attended the
eccentricities of the supply.
The stranger was a man a trifle above the ordinary height, of majestic
mien and carriage, and with the lofty head that indicates both
fearlessness and purity of nature. As he glided to his place behind
the lectern, a hush struck the frivolous audience, as if it had been
smitten by an angel's wing: such power is there in noble novelty, and
in the authority of a high heart.
When had the similar of this preacher led the service in that venerable
and fashionable house of worship? In what past years had his
counterpart served them?
Whom did he resemble of the long line of eminent clerical teachers with
whose qualities this elect people was familiar? What had been his
history, his ecclesiastical position, his social connections?
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