In the midst of it he turned and pointed to the painting, with a few touching words.

All eyes followed his, which made his remarks doubly affecting.

How inspiring it must be to the priest, when he is preaching, to see around him the Saviour, and the goodly company of martyrs, saints, and fathers! There may be objections to having paintings and sculptures in churches, but I confess that I never enter a place where there is either but I feel an awe, an invisible influence, which strikes me mute.

I would sit in silence, covering my head.

A sanctified atmosphere seems to fill the place and to penetrate my soul when I enter, as if I were in a holy temple.
'Thou standest in a holy place,' I would say.