The window, too, looks out above the river, and there's no music like a little river's.

It plays the same tune (and that's the favourite) over and over again, and yet does not weary of it like men fiddlers.

It takes the mind out of doors: and though we should be grateful for good houses, there is, after all, no house like God's out-of-doors.

And lastly, sir, it quiets a man down like saying his prayers.

So here, sir, I take my kind leave of you until to-morrow; and it is my prayerful wish that you may slumber like a prince.' And the old man, with the twentieth courteous inclination, left his guest alone..