The burn was roaring now.

The minister, if such he can be called, shrunk back in his box, and, as if they had seen it printed in letters of fire on the heavens, the congregation realized that Mr.
Watts, whom they had been on the point of calling, read his sermon.

He wrote it out on pages the exact size of those in the Bible, and did not scruple to fasten these into the Holy Book itself.

At theatres a sullen thunder of angry voices behind the scene represents a crowd in a rage, and such a low, long-drawn howl swept the common when Mr.Watts was found out.

To follow a pastor who "read" seemed to the Auld Lichts like claiming heaven on false pretences.