My father remembered the last clergyman in New England who still
continued to wear the wig. At first it became a singularity and
at last a monstrosity, and the good doctor concluded to leave
it off. But there was one poor woman among his parishioners who
lamented this sadly; and waylaying the clergyman as he came out
of church, she said, “Oh, dear doctor, I have always listened
to your sermon with the greatest edification and comfort, but
now that the wig is gone all is gone.”--JAMES RUSSELL
LOWELL.
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