"You do profess a Sabbath, and dress yourselves in fine apparel, and your women go with stretched necks." "Tush, tush! Beat him, stone him!" "Surely the serpent will bite without enchantment," the preacher replied, "and a babbler is no better.

The lips of a fool will swallow up himself." The church bells were beginning to ring in the town, and the sound came across the fields and was heard even above the mocking laughter of the crowd.
"You have your steeple-houses, too," cried the preacher, "and the bells of your gospel markets are even now a-ringing where your priests and professors are selling their wares.

But God dwells not in temples made with hands.

Oh, men of Preston, did I not prophesy that fire, and famine, and plagues, and slaughter would come upon ye unless ye came to the light with which Christ hath enlightened all men?
And have ye not the plague of the East at your doors already ?" "And who brought it, who brought it ?" screamed more than one voice from the crowd.

"Who brought the plague to us from the East?
Beat him, beat him!" The mob, with many uplifted hands, swayed about the preacher.