With his own sons he, [Mr. Henry Elliot], was wont to reprove tall-talk in a very practical manner. One of them once said, “I am sure I could carry a pail of water from the kitchen to the attic without spilling a drop.” “Let a pail of water be brought,” said his father, “let him do it.” A pail [that became half empty], and water splashed upon almost every stair, gave the required lesson; so he reproved boastfulness of speech. This quiet, most simple, and unpretensive looking man, on two occasions stepped in between men fighting in the street, and succeeded in doing what the policemen failed to do, and giving the bystanders a little sermon into the bargain: “You call yourselves Christians and yet stand by and see your fellow creatures fighting like beasts!”
This man was Henry Venn Elliot, a humble minister of a small church in Brighton. – Hentycrew
Note: Words in brackets were put there by myself to help the reader understand the story.