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Connor, Ralph, Pseudonym, 1860-1937

"The Sky Pilot in No Man's Land"

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"But good Lord, Barry!" burst out his father, with quite an unusual
display of feeling; "to think that a gentleman should hold his position
at the whim of such whippersnappers as Hayes, Boggs et hoc genus omne.
And more than that, that I should have to accept as my minister a man
who would be the choice of cattle like that."
"After all, dad, we are ruled by majorities in this age and in this
country. That is at once the glory and the danger of democratic
government. There is no better way discovered as yet. And besides, I
couldn't go on here, dad, preaching Sunday after Sunday to people who I
felt were all the time saying, 'He's no good'; to people, in short, who
could not profit by my preaching."
"Because it had no pep, eh?" said his father with bitter scorn.
"Do you know, dad, I believe that's what is wrong with my preaching: it
hasn't got pep. What pep is, only the initiated know. But the long and
the short of this thing is, it is the people that must be satisfied. It
is they who have to stand your preaching, they who pay the piper.


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