I saw it laid out yesterday.
There is a long interval between this repast and the second service, and a still longer interval between the beginning and the end of that service; for the Rev.Wibird Hawkins's sermons are none of the shortest, whatever else they may be.
After meeting, my grandfather and I take a walk.

We visit appropriately enough--a neighboring graveyard.

I am by this time in a condition of mind to become a willing inmate of the place.

The usual evening prayer-meeting is postponed for some reason.

At half past eight I go to bed.
This is the way Sunday was observed in the Nutter House, and pretty generally throughout the town, twenty years ago.( 1) People who were prosperous and natural and happy on Saturday became the most rueful of human beings in the brief space of twelve hours.