Young Mr.Ward had a voice as loud as Mr.Whitfield's, and could talk almost as readily and for as long a time.

Night and evening the hall sounded with his exhortations.

The domestic negroes crept to the doors to listen to him.
Other servants darkened the porch windows with their crisp heads to hear him discourse.

It was over the black sheep of the Castlewood flock that Mr.Ward somehow had the most influence.

These woolly lamblings were immensely affected by his exhortations, and, when he gave out the hymn, there was such a negro chorus about the house as might be heard across the Potomac--such a chorus as would never have been heard in the Colonel's time--for that worthy gentleman had a suspicion of all cassocks, and said he would never have any controversy with a clergyman but upon backgammon.