I'd go myself, but they'd not hear me, for certain; I am no Christian, I suppose: at least, I can't talk their slang:--but I know who can! We'll send Campbell!" Frank hailed the suggestion with rapture, and away they went: but they had an hour's good search from sufferer to sufferer before they found the Major.
He heard them quietly.

A severe gloom settled over his face.

"I will go," said he.
At six o'clock that evening, the meeting-house was filling with terrified women, and half-curious, half-sneering, men; and among them the tall figure of Major Campbell, in his undress uniform (which he had put on, wisely, to give a certain dignity to his mission), stalked in, and took his seat in the back benches.
The sermon was what he expected.

There is no need to transcribe it.

Such discourses may be heard often enough in churches as well as chapels.