"That's just it, which is the right way? Doctor Allen here goes by the Predestinarian gate. Graham goes by the Hard-Shell gate. The New Lights have their way, the Free Wills theirs, the Dunkards and the Shakers have theirs, and you choose the shouting Methodist way. Which of them all is right?"
"Right—Why I am right, as I can prove by the Scriptures."
Lincoln laughed.
"Come to hear me preach and I can prove to you that I am right. You're tall and mighty in your own opinion, but I've seen the tall and lofty sons of Belial bite the dust. Come to hear me! I'll get the scales from your eyes and the stiffness out of your knees. Let us pray. To your knees, people," and with fervid honesty and all his consecrated lung power, the great exhorter called on all-mighty God to have mercy on the self-satisfied sinner in their midst.
FOOTNOTES:
[1] From "Autobiography of Peter Cartwright."