The story ends with this:
a stern, a sad, a darkly meditative, a distrustful, if not a desperate man, did he
become, from the night of that fearful dream. on the sabbath-day, when the
congregation were singing a holy psalm, he could not listen, because an anthem of
sin rushed loudly upon his ear, and drowned all the blessed strain. when the minister
spoke from the pulpit, with power and fervid eloquence, and with his hand on the
open bible, of the sacred truths of our religion, and of saint-like lives and triumphant
deaths, and of future bliss or misery unutterable, then did goodman brown turn
pale, dreading lest the roof should thunder down upon the grey blasphemer and his
hearers. often, awaking suddenly at midnight, he shrank from the bosom of faith
and at morning or eventide, when the family knelt down at prayer, he scowled, and
muttered to himself, and gazed sternly at his wife, and turned away. and when he
had lived long, and was borne to his grave, a hoary corpse, followed by faith, an aged
woman, and children and grand-children, a goodly procession, besides neighbors, not
a few, they carved no hopeful verse upon his tombstone; for his dying hour was
gloom.
what about the evening described in the story has led to this change in goodman
brown?