he prayed that the unholy war might cease -- that the deluded armies being driven to slaughter on the western front might have their eyes opened to their iniquity and repent while yet there was time -- that the poor young men present in khaki, who had been hounded into a path of murder and militarism, should yet be rescued -- mr. pryor had got this far without let or hindrance; and so paralysed were his hearers, and so deeply imbued with their born-and-bred conviction that no disturbance must ever be made in a church, no matter what the provocation, that it seemed likely that he would continue unchecked to the end.