But when he finally recovered sufficiently to preach, he determined that for a while he would say nothing in the way of sermons against the whiskey evil.

He had a great horror of seeming to ride a hobby, of being a man of one idea and making people tired of him because he harped on one string.

He had uttered his denunciation, and he would wait a little before he spoke again.

The whiskey power was not the only bad thing in Milton that needed to be attacked.

There were other things which must be said.
And so Philip limped into his pulpit the third Sunday of the month and preached on a general theme, to the disappointment of a great crowd, almost as large as the last one he had faced.