I think I never saw uncle look so spiritual.

And I know I never heard him preach as feelingly.

When he came to the place about when sorrow has been upon the heart, and seemed more than the heart could bear, but when the weight is lifted, as the loving Father so often does mercifully lift it--oh I tell you there were tears in more eyes than uncle's.

I had my suspicions, and that night I asked, 'Uncle, did you preach the sermon you meant to preach this morning ?' And uncle--if he weren't a bishop I would say he winked at me--replied, 'No, dear little shark.

I had meant to preach the one about man yearning for Heaven because earth is a vale of tears.' I'm just telling you this yarn, Ann, to make you see that religion doesn't necessarily rule out the love of dogs." "It's a nice story, and I'm glad you told me," replied Ann.