[A Flat Iron for a Farthing by Juliana Horatia Ewing]@TWC D-Link bookA Flat Iron for a Farthing CHAPTER IX 5/6
For the rest, he was tall, thin, and dressed in obedience to the canons.
I had been much interested in all that I had heard of him, and since my illness I had often thought of the unqualified note of praise I had heard sounded in his favour by more than one village matron, "He's beautiful in a sick-room." It was on one occasion when I heard this that I also heard that he was accustomed on entering the house to pronounce the appointed salutation, in the words of the Prayer Book, "Peace be to this house, and to all that dwell in it." And so it came about that, when my importunity and anxiety on the subject had overcome the scruples of my father and nurse, and they had decided to let me have my way rather than increase my malady by fretting, the new rector came into my room, and my first eager question was, "Did you say that--about Peace, you know--when you came in ?" "I did," said the rector; and as he spoke one of his merits became obvious.
He had a most pleasing voice. "Say it again!" I cried, petulantly. "Peace be to this house, and to all that dwell in it," he repeated slowly, and with slightly upraised hand. "That's Rubens and all," was my comment. As I wished, the rector prayed by my bedside; and I think he must have been rather astonished by the fact that at points which struck me I rather groaned than said, "Amen." The truth is, I had once happened to go into a cottage where our old rector was praying by the bed of a sick old man--a Methodist--who groaned "Amen" at certain points in a manner which greatly impressed me, and I now did likewise, in that imitativeness of childhood which had helped to lead me to the fancy for surrounding my own sick bed with all the circumstances I had seen and heard of in such cases in the village.
For this reason I had (to her hardly concealed distress) given Nurse Bundle, from time to time, directions as to my wishes in the event of my death.
I remember especially, that I begged she would not fail to cover up all the furniture with white cloths, and to allow all my friends to come and see me in my coffin.
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