But that worthy, after looking at his wife in vain for a cue, darted off about the trumpets of the Apocalypse.
"Mr.Anderson, as head of this family, your responsibility is very great.

Do you feel the full assurance, my brother ?" asked Mr.Hall.
"Yes," said Mr.Anderson, "I am standing with my lamp trimmed and ready.
I am listening for the midnight shout.

To-night the trumpet may sound.

I am afraid you don't do your duty, or you would lift up your voice.

The tune and times and a half are almost out." Mr.Hall was a little dashed at this.