We always dreaded Sunday.

The roll was called more frequently on this than any other day.

Sometimes we would have preaching.

I remember one text that I thought the bottom had been knocked out long before: "And Peter's wife's mother lay sick of fever." That text always did make a deep impression on me.

I always thought of a young divine who preached it when first entering the ministry, and in about twenty years came back, and happening to preach from the same text again, an old fellow in the congregation said, "Mr.Preacher, ain't that old woman dead yet ?" Well, that was the text that was preached to us soldiers one Sunday at Chattanooga.