He placed them on the desk beside the "sacred volume," and I used to think that the Bible and the keys went well together.

In offering his first private prayer, as well as in his last after the benediction, he always covered his face with the sleeve of his robe, lest, I suppose, the glory of his countenance, while communicating with his maker, should afflict us as the insufferable splendor of the face of Moses afflicted the Jews at Mount Sinai.

His audible prayers were made kneeling with clasped hands and upturned face.

His eyes were closed tightly, his features were painfully contracted, and his voice was a falsetto squeak.

I fancy the Governor must have sighed at the performance.