On Sunday afternoon two weeks ago, a band of thoughtful men filed into the Forsyth Theatre in Atlanta, Ga. They were pious men; they had been to church that morning. Deep on their fronts engraven sat public care; in their eyes flickered determination. When all had reached their places, one arose and, assisted by a large chorus, caused the proscenium to reverberate with the swelling notes of "How Firm a Foundation, Ye Sa-aints of the Lo-ord", with "Ro-ock of A-ages" and old-time hymns. The odor of sanctity had settled strongly upon that...
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