On the contrary, we must fail in many ways to do this,
else there would not be such a crying out for help and comfort as
there is at present among all Christian peoples. We no longer speak
with a grand certainty as we ought to do. We only offer vague hopes
and dubious promises to those who thirst for the living waters of
salvation and immortality,--it is as if we did not feel sure enough
of God ourselves to make others sure. All this is wrong--wrong! It
forebodes heavy punishment and disaster. If I were younger, I could
express perhaps my meaning more clearly,--but as it is, my soul is
weighted with unutterable thoughts,--I would almost call them
warnings,--of some threatening evil; . . . and today--only this
afternoon--when I sat for an hour in the Cathedral yonder and
listened to the music of the great organ--"
The Archbishop started.
"What did you say?"
The Cardinal repeated his words gently,--
"I said that I sat in the Cathedral and listened to the music of the
great organ--"
"The great organ!" interrupted the Archbishop,--"You must have been
dreaming! You could not possibly have heard the great organ,--it is
old and all out of gear;--it is never used. The only one we have for
service just now is a much smaller instrument in the left-hand
choir-chapel,--but no person could have played even on that without
the key.
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