"Father," he replied in a tone of some injury, "you do not know how
difficult it is to preach a fresh sermon every Sunday!"
"Ca' ye yon fresh, Jeemie? To me it was like the fuistit husks o' the
half-faimisht swine! Man, I wuss sic provender would drive yersel whaur
there's better and to spare! Yon was lumps o' brose in a pig-wash o'
stourum! The tane was eneuch to choke, and the tither to droon ye!"
James made a wry face, and the sight of his annoyance broke the ice
gathering over the well-spring in his mother's heart; tears rose in her
eyes, and for one brief moment she saw the minister again her bairn. But he
gave her no filial response; ambition, and greed of the praise of men, had
blocked in him the movements of the divine, and corrupted his wholesomest
feelings, so that now he welcomed freely as a conviction the suggestion
that his parents had never cherished any sympathy with him or his
preaching; which reacted in a sudden flow of resentment, and a thickening
of the ice on his heart.
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