Deacons . to the care ofProvidence when he left her, and Providence was nowdealing with him alone. Yes, he was unobserved. Afeeling of sweet complacency stole over him. Thereare positions perfectly honorable in themselves, butin which a man does not like to be looked at. Thedeacon started to get up: he succeeded only in discovered, with Carlyle, that our successes arepart failures. He lifted himself on his palms to thefull length of his arms ; and there he hung a moment,hung dubiously, and then sat down again. Thedeacon laughed. Friends, I never eulogize deacons:no man ever heard me; n
Deacons . to the care ofProvidence when he left her, and Providence was nowdealing with him alone. Yes, he was unobserved. Afeeling of sweet complacency stole over him. Thereare positions perfectly honorable in themselves, butin which a man does not like to be looked at. Thedeacon started to get up: he succeeded only in discovered, with Carlyle, that our successes arepart failures. He lifted himself on his palms to thefull length of his arms ; and there he hung a moment,hung dubiously, and then sat down again. Thedeacon laughed. Friends, I never eulogize deacons:no man ever heard me; no one ever will. I had nointention of eulogizing Deacon Goodheart; but I sub-mit that it is not every man that can laugh all to him-self, without company, after he has sat down on an icy 74 DEACONS. pavement as decidedly as the good deacon had. I saidhe began to laugh. That laugh started him. He beganto slide. The more he slid, the louder he laughed ;and, the more he laughed, the faster he slid. He slid as. the moke he slid, the louder he laughed. if he were greased. He slid like lightning. He sweptthe sidewalks like an orthodox whirlwind. He lost hispersonality, and looked more like a dozen coal-hodstied together, than an officer of the Rectangular Church, IT WAS A childs voice. 75 as he came bowling along. At last he finished hisdeclension, and began to feel the reward of the back-slider. He was literally filled with his own ways : ears, eyes, month, shared in the punishment. Heshook himself, stamped, smote his sides with his palmsuntil he was tolerabty free from snow, and started was now in a section of the city where the poorand dissolute live. He was pushing on, when a lowsound arrested his step. He paused to listen, and againhe heard it, and this time caught the direction. Itcame from the second story of an old house on hisleft. The deacon clomb the stairs, which creaked andgroaned beneath his weight like a living thing intorture: he reached the hall above, and paus
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