Mrs.Dagon and Mrs.Orry passed, and bowed sweetly, on their way to learn how to love their neighbors as themselves.

And among the rest walked Lawrence Newt with Amy Waring, and Arthur Merlin with Hope Wayne.
The painter had heard the voice of the Dominie Bogardus, which his fancy had heard in the air; or was he obeying another Dominie, of a wider parish, whose voice he heard in his heart?
It was not often that the painter went to church.

More frequently, in his little studio at the top of a house in Fulton Street, he sat smoking meditative cigars during the Sunday hours; or, if the day were auspicious, even touching his canvas! In vain his sober friends remonstrated.

Aunt Winnifred, with whom he lived, was never weary of laboring with him.

She laid good books upon the table in his chamber.