The rooms were full of a silent company, and they were all waiting.

The clock ticked audibly.

The wind rustled in the pine-trees.
What next?
Would not the master of the house appear to welcome his guests?
He did not come; but from the upper entry, at the head of the stairs, near a room in which sat Hope Wayne, and Lawrence Newt, and Mrs.Simcoe, and Fanny Dinks, and Alfred, and his parents, and a few others, was heard the voice of Dr.Peewee, saying, "Let us pray!" And he prayed a long prayer.

He spoke of the good works of this life, and the sweet promises of the next; of the Christian hero, who fights the good fight encompassed by a crowd of witnesses; of those who do justice and love mercy, and walk in the way of the Lord.

He referred to our dear departed brother, and eulogized Christian merchants, calling those blessed who, being rich, are almoners of the Lord's bounty.