But oh, suffer me so much as to look to the place where Thy people meet and where Thine honour dwelleth.

Reject not the sacrifice of a broken heart, but come and speak to me in my secret place.

O God, let me never see such another day as this is.

Let me never be again so full of guilt as to have to run away from Thy presence and to flee from before Thy people.' He printed more than that, in blood and in tears, before God that Communion-morning, but that is enough for my purpose.

Now, would you choose a dead dog like that to be your minister?
To baptize and admit your children and to marry them when they grow up?
To mount your pulpits every Sabbath-day, and to come to your houses every week-day?
Not, I feel sure, if you could help it! Not if you knew it! Not if there was a minister of proper pulpit manners and a well-ordered mind within a Sabbath-day's journey! 'Like priest like people,' says Hosea.