It was no longer delivered.

It was brought to them with a love, an earnestness, a passion, a desire, a humility that poured its enthusiasm about the truth and made the speaker no more prominent than he had to be as the living voice of God.

His prayers were unlike any the people had heard before.

They were often broken, even once or twice they had been actually ungrammatical in a phrase or two.

When had Henry Maxwell so far forgotten himself in a prayer as to make a mistake of that sort?
He knew that he had often taken as much pride in the diction and delivery of his prayers as of his sermons.