The story of my life ; or, The sunshine and shadow of seventy years / by Mary A. Livermore ... with hitherto unrecorded incidents and recollections of three years' experience as an army nurse in the great Civil War, and reminiscences of twenty-five years' experiences on the lecture platform ... to which is added six of her most popular lectures ... with portraits and one hundred and twenty engravings from designs by eminent artists ...

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explosion of "amens" and " hallelujahs," in tones that
matched his own. Now he removed his vest, and unbuttoning the collar of his shirt, he poured some water from a
brown pitcher into his hand, and sopped his head, face, and
throat again and again, and proceeded to dry them on a red
bandanna handkerchief which he whipped from his pocket.
Refreshed, and relieved of all superfluous impedimenta of
clothing, he plunged anew into his sermon, on a key more
unendurable than before, screaming so loud that Dick
declared " we couldn't hear 'im." It was soon necessary for
him to halt again to get breath, when he repeated his former salutation - " Hail, the missionary band! they're marching round the world!" This produced the same effect as
before, and awoke a new tempest of "amens," " hosannas,"
and "hallelujahs." He used this pet greeting thirty-one
times during the sermon, which proved as effective at the
close as at the beginning of his discourse.
"My gracious!" was Dick's first comment when we
were 'once more in the open air, and driving away from
the dreadful ear-splitting racket of the morning. " You're
funny folks up North if you can go every Sunday to such a
row as that. I can't stand it nohow I'm mighty glad we
don't have many churches down here; I never want to go
again. It's worse than studyin' Latin grammar."
"That minister doesn't know anything," said Mary.
"That was the reason he shouted so like a bedlamite,
and danced like a dervish. He tried to make up for his
poverty of ideas by noise and gymnastics," was Mr. Henderson's comment upon the preaching to which we had
listened.
" What is the 'missionary band' that he hailed so many
times?" asked Laura.
"Hail the missionary band! they're marchin' round the