Our fathers were simple-minded people, and the tunes fitted them.

But our fathers are gone, and they ought to have taken their baggage with them.

It is a nuisance to have those old tunes floating around the church, and sometime, just as we have got the music as fine as an opera, to have a revival of religion come, and some new-born soul break out in "Rock of Ages, Cleft for Me!" till the organist stamps the pedal with indignation, and the leader of the tune gets red in the face and swears.

Certainly anything that makes a man swear is wrong--ergo, congregational singing is wrong.

"Quod erat demonstrandum;" which, being translated, means "Plain as the nose on a man's face." What right have people to sing who know nothing about rhythmics, melodies, dynamics?
The old tunes ought to be ashamed of themselves when compared with our modern beauties.