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In plain words

The hall of worship was full of joy that day, adorned without and within with green leaves of trees, with flowers of many kinds and with garlands. The devotees had taken their seats in the hall and were waiting for the worship to begin. There was not room for all inside; many were walking about on the roof to the west, or had seated themselves on handsome, ornate wooden seats set in their places. Now and then the master of the house and his relatives came and welcomed the arriving devotees with sweet words. The Brahmo devotees had begun to arrive even before dusk. They were stirred that day by a special eagerness: Sri Ramakrishna Paramahamsadeva was to grace them with his coming. The Paramahamsa dearly loved the leaders of the Brahmo Samaj, Keshab, Vijay, Shivanath and other devotees, and so he was very dear to the Brahmo devotees. He was mad with love of Hari: his love, his burning faith, his talking with God like a child, his weeping in longing for God, his worship of women as the Mother, his shunning of worldly talk and his unbroken talk of God, flowing like a stream of oil, his harmony of all religions and the absence in him of the least trace of ill will toward other faiths, his weeping for the devotees of God—all these had drawn the hearts of the Brahmo devotees to him. That was why many had come from far away that day to see him.