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Title: True to his Colours
The Life that Wears Best

Author: Theodore P. Wilson

Illustrator: D. A. Helm

Release Date: April 18, 2007 [EBook #21133]

Language: English

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True to his Colours
The Life that Wears Best

By Reverend Theodore P Wilson
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I cannot truthfully say that I enjoyed transcribing this book. That
might be to say that Reverend Wilson would not approve of me, for I
enjoy a beer or a glass of wine occasionally, but never to excess. But
Wilson was, as ever, fulminating against the Demon Drink, that is to
say, against the Demon that can take over people's lives, and bring
misery to their wives and children, for this does happen, even to this
day.

There is a story behind all this, but the long sermons pervade, and do
really make the book difficult to read. Perhaps you should read the
book during some fasting and penitential period of the year, such as
Advent or Lent, but then again it might bring on some other kind of
sin, such as Sloth. NH
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TRUE TO HIS COLOURS
THE LIFE THAT WEARS BEST

BY REVEREND THEODORE P WILSON

CHAPTER ONE.

A SCEPTIC'S HOME.

Look back some forty years--there was not a quieter place then than the
little village of Crossbourne. It was a snug spot, situated among
hills, and looked as though it were hiding away out of the sight and
notice of the bustling, roaring traffic that was going ceaselessly on
all around it.

A little fussy stream or brook flowed on restlessly day and night
through the centre of the village, and seemed to be the only thing there
that was ever in a hurry. Carts and carriages, but seldom many of the
latter, had to drive through the stream when they wished to cross it;
for there was no bridge except a very rude one for foot-passengers just
before you came to the old mill, where the villagers had had their corn