He introduced scraps of Welsh--all his auto-intoxicated brain could remember (How physically true was that taunt of Dizzy's--"Inebriated with the exuberance of his own verbosity!").
And the delighted audience shouted back "You're the man we want! Into Parliament you shall go, Davy-bach" and much else.

So David restored the five villages to sobriety in life and faith, yet left them with a new enthusiasm kindled.

Before he departed on his return to London and the grind of his profession, he had effected another change.

Because he had spoken as he had spoken and touched the hearts of emotional people, they came trickling back to his father's church, to the "British" Church, as David now called it.

Little Bethel was empty, and the pastor-blacksmith not yet out of the asylum at Swansea.