This good man believed there had been a decline of late in the ardour of the priesthood.
"I tell you, Elder, I wish they was all as careful as you be, but they're falling into shiftless ways.

If I'm sick and have to depend on myself, all right.

I'll dose up with lobelia or gamboge, or put a blister-plaster on the back of my neck or take a drink of catnip tea or composition, and then the cure of my misery is with the Lord God of Hosts.

But if I send for an administrator, it's different.

He takes the responsibility and I want him to fulfil every will of the Lord.