Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

were so many people in front of us, that I couldn’t see down stairs.

     Presently someone began to sing, when I soon recognized as Miss Orr.  Her voice was very clear and distinct but seemed to be a little weak for the size of the church.  As we couldn’t see her, we merely stood and listened to her soprano voice ascending high up to the  vaulted ceiling.  Presently she ceased and a man, whose name I did not know began to speak.

     Quite a number of people had now gone downstairs and we could see more of the downstairs.  The man was was rather tall and had a very fat smiling chubby face, which as he spoke, he turned upwards with a kind smile.  All around him were the innumerable people, looking like a mere blur of black and white, on one side of him was the quoir, a pretty sight, with their white dresses, and with the golden organ, above them; and behind him were two old gentleman with nodding bald heads, one of them piteously leaning his head on his hand with such woebegone look that my heart went out to him.  The speaker was talking on the text “I shall make ye fishers of men” (or at least it sounded like that)