I said nothing, but directed my eyes to the clergyman, who uttered a short and expressive cough; the sexton looked at him for a moment, and then, bowing his head, closed the door--in a moment more the music ceased.

I took up a prayer-book, on which was engraved an earl's coronet.

The clergyman uttered, "I will arise, and go to my father." England's sublime liturgy had commenced.
Oh, what feelings came over me on finding myself again in an edifice devoted to the religion of my country! I had not been in such a place I cannot tell how long--certainly not for years; and now I had found my way there again, it appeared as if I had fallen asleep in the pew of the old church of pretty D[ereham].

I had occasionally done so when a child, and had suddenly woke up.

Yes, surely I had been asleep and had woken up; but, no! alas, no! I had not been asleep--at least not in the old church--if I had been asleep I had been walking in my sleep, struggling, striving, learning, and unlearning in my sleep.