The minister's pew was at the very back of the church.
It was a great assemblage that gathered in the new church to hear the professor discourse, as doubtless he would, it being the Fast Day, upon some theme of judgment.

With a great swing of triumph in his voice, Mr.
Murray rose and announced the Hundredth Psalm.

An electric thrill went through the congregation as, with a wave of his hand, he said: "Let us rise and sing.

Now, John, Old Hundred." Never did John "Aleck" and the congregation of Indian Lands sing as they did that morning.

It was the first time that the congregation, as a whole, had followed the lead of that great ringing voice, and they followed with a joyous, triumphant shout, as of men come to victory.
"For why?
The Lord our God is good," rolled out the majestic notes of Old Hundred.
"What's the matter, mother ?" whispered Hughie, who was standing up in the seat that he might look on his mother's book.
"Nothing, darling," said his mother, her face radiant through her tears.
After long months of toil and waiting, they were actually singing praise to God in the new church.
When the professor arose, it was an eager, responsive congregation that waited for his word.