Few could refrain from twisting their heads toward the door ; many stood upright and turned directly about ; while several little boys clambered upon the seats , and came down again with a terrible racket . There was a general bustle , a rustling of the women 's gowns and shuffling of the men 's feet , greatly at variance with that hushed repose which should attend the entrance of the minister . But Mr. Hooper appeared not to notice the perturbation of his people . He entered with an almost noiseless step , bent his head mildly to the pews on each side and bowed as he passed his oldest parishioner , a white-haired great-grandsire , who occupied an arm-chair in the centre of the aisle . It was strange to observe how slowly this venerable man became conscious of something singular in the appearance of his pastor . He seemed not fully to partake of the prevailing wonder till Mr. Hooper had ascended the stairs and showed himself in the pulpit , face to face with his congregation except for the black veil . That mysterious emblem was never once withdrawn . It shook with his measured breath as he gave out the psalm , it threw its obscurity between him and the holy page as he read the Scriptures , and while he prayed the veil lay heavily on his uplifted countenance . Did he seek to hide it from the dread Being whom he was addressing ? Such was the effect of this simple piece of crape that more than one woman of delicate nerves was forced to leave the meeting-house . Yet perhaps the pale-faced congregation was almost as fearful a sight to the minister as his black veil to them . Mr. Hooper had the reputation of a good preacher , but not an energetic one : he strove to win his people heavenward by mild , persuasive influences rather than to drive them thither by the thunders of the word . The sermon which he now delivered was marked by the same characteristics of style and manner as the general series of his pulpit oratory , but there was something either in the sentiment of the discourse itself or in the imagination of the auditors which made it greatly the most powerful effort that they had ever heard from their pastor 's lips . It was tinged rather more darkly than usual with the gentle gloom of Mr. Hooper 's temperament . The subject had reference to secret sin and those sad mysteries which we hide from our nearest and dearest , and would fain conceal from our own consciousness , even forgetting that the Omniscient can detect them . A subtle power was breathed into his words . Each member of the congregation , the most innocent girl and the man of hardened breast , felt as if the preacher had crept upon them behind his awful veil and discovered their hoarded iniquity of deed or thought . Many spread their clasped hands on their bosoms . There was nothing terrible in what Mr. Hooper said -- at least , no violence ; and yet with every tremor of his melancholy voice the hearers quaked . An unsought pathos came hand in hand with awe .
So sensible were the audience of some unwonted attribute in their minister that they longed for a breath of wind to blow aside the veil , almost believing that a stranger 's visage would be discovered , though the form , gesture and voice were those of Mr. XXXXX .
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