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Himself a newly-married man , he waxed dithyrambic on the sustained affection and accord of the departed couple . `` Truly , '' he wound up , `` such marriages as theirs were made in Heaven . '' And could they have heard , the two bodies in the cemetery had not denied it ; but the woman , after the fashion of women , would have qualified the young minister 's assertion in her secret heart . When , at the close of the year 1839 , the Rev. Samuel Bax visited Troy for the first time , to preach his trial sermon at Salem Chapel , he arrived by Boutigo 's van , late on a Saturday night , and departed again for Plymouth at seven o'clock on Monday morning . He had just turned twenty-one , and looked younger , and the zeal of his calling was strong upon him . Moreover he was shaken with nervous anxiety for the success of his sermon ; so that it is no marvel if he carried away but blurred and misty impressions of the little port and the congregation that sat beneath him that morning , ostensibly reverent , but actually on the pounce for heresy or any sign of weakness . Their impressions , at any rate , were sharp enough .