I'm very timersome, an' a little thing frightens me." "Oh," said Sullivan, "I didn't think of that: in troth, if you're timersome, it's more than the world b'lieves of you.

Well, well--I'll hang it up again; so good night, an' a sound sleep to you, an' to every man that has a free conscience in the sight of God!" No response was given to this prayer, and his words were followed by a deep and solemn silence, that was only broken occasionally by the heavy pattering of the descending rain, and the fitful gusts of the blast, as they rushed against the house, and sung wildly among the few trees by which it and the garden were enclosed.
Every one knows that a night of wind and storm, if not rising actually to a tempest or hurricane, is precisely that on which sleep is with its deepest influence upon men.

Sullivan's family, on that which we are describing, were a proof of this; at least until about the hour of three o'clock, when they were startled by a cry for help, so loud and frightful, that in a moment he and the boys huddled on their dress, and hurried to the bed in which the prophet lay.

In a minute or two they got a candle lit; and truly the appearance of the man was calculated to drive fear and alarm into their hearts.

They found him sitting in the bed, with his eyes so wild and staring that they seemed straining out of their sockets.