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The Minister in a Maze

           Thepeoplelookforgreatthingsfromyou,apprehendingthatanotheryearmaycomeaboutandfindtheirpastorgone."

           "Yes,toanotherworld,"repliedtheministerwithpiousresignation."Heavengrantitbeabetterone;for,ingoodsooth,Ihardlythinktotarrywithmyflockthroughtheflittingseasonsofanotheryear!Buttouchingyourmedicine,kindsir,inmypresentframeofbodyIneeditnot."

           "Ijoytohearit,"answeredthephysician."Itmaybethatmyremedies,solongadministeredinvain,beginnowtotakedueeffect.HappymanwereI,andwelldeservingofNewEngland’sgratitude,couldIachievethiscure!"

           "Ithankyoufrommyheart,mostwatchfulfriend,"saidtheReverendMr.Dimmesdalewithasolemnsmile."Ithankyou,andcanbutrequiteyourgooddeedswithmyprayers."

           "Agoodman’sprayersaregoldenrecompense!"rejoinedoldRogerChillingworth,ashetookhisleave."Yea,theyarethecurrentgoldcoinoftheNewJerusalem,withtheKing’sownmintmarkonthem!"

           Leftalone,theministersummonedaservantofthehouse,andrequestedfood,which,beingsetbeforehim,heatewithravenousappetite.ThenflingingthealreadywrittenpagesoftheElectionSermonintothefire,heforthwithbegananother,whichhewrotewithsuchanimpulsiveflowofthoughtandemotion,thathefanciedhimselfinspired;andonlywonderedthatHeavenshouldseefittotransmitthegrandandsolemnmusicofitsoraclesthroughsofoulanorganpipeashe

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