The sexton did not appear by any means to approve of the arrangement, and as I stood next the door, laid his finger on my arm, as if to intimate that myself and companions must quit our aristocratical location.

I said nothing, but directed my eyes to the clergyman, who uttered a short and expressive cough; the sexton looked at him for a moment, and then, bowing his head, closed the door--in a moment more the music ceased.

I took up a prayer-book, on which was engraved an earl's coronet.

The clergyman uttered, "I will arise, and go to my father." England's sublime liturgy had commenced.
Oh, what feelings came over me on finding myself again in an edifice devoted to the religion of my country! I had not been in such a place I cannot tell for how long--certainly not for years; and now I had found my way there again, it appeared as if I had fallen asleep in the pew of the old church of pretty D---.

I had occasionally done so when a child, and had suddenly woke up.