He hardly knew where he was.

In his pulpit, he stood up and began the service, but with a voice over which he had almost no command.

The congregation had never seen him thus moved, before, in his pulpit.

They sat there and gazed at him and wondered what was the matter; because he was now reading, in this broken voice and with occasional tears trickling down his face, what to them seemed a quite unemotional chapter--that one about Moses begat Aaron, and Aaron begat Deuteronomy, and Deuteronomy begat St.Peter, and St.
Peter begat Cain, and Cain begat Abel--and he was going along with this, and half crying--his voice continually breaking.

The congregation left the church that morning without being able to account for this most extraordinary thing--as it seemed to them.