He had resolved that in case the trumpet should be heard in the heavens, he would seize Julia and claim her in the very moment of universal dissolution.

He reached his mother, and as he looked into her calm face, ready for the millennium or for anything else "the Father" should decree, he thought she had never seemed more glorious than she did now, sitting with her children about her, almost unmoved by the excitement.

For Mrs.Wehle had come to take everything as from the Heavenly Father.

She had even received honest but thick-headed Gottlieb in this spirit, when he had fallen to her by the Moravian lot, a husband chosen for her by the Lord, whose will was not to be questioned.
August was just about to speak to his mother, when he was forced to hang his head in shame, for there was his father rising to exhort.
"O mine freunde! pe shust immediadely all of de dime retty.

Ton't led your vait vail already, and ton't let de debil git no unter holts on ye.
Vatch and pe retty!" And August could hear the derisive shouts of Bill Day's party, who had recovered their courage, crying out, "Go it, ole Dutchman! I'll bet on you!" He clenched his fist in anger, but his mother's eyes, looking at him with quiet rebuke, pacified him in a moment.