When poor dear papa was alive, I've seen twice the number there, I am certain.

_You_ may say that the falling off is due to the hot weather and people going out of town, but _I_ think it is owing to the spread of unbelief.

We are living in terrible times, Mr Lorton.
It seems to me that every one is becoming more atheistic and wicked every day.

I don't know what we shall come to, unless we have another deluge, or something of that sort, to recall us to our senses!" Fortunately at this juncture, before Lady Dasher, could get into full swing on her favourite theological hobby-horse--the degeneracy of the present age--Bessie and Seraphine entered the room.

The conversation then became a trifle livelier, and we discussed the weather, the fashions, and various items of clerical gossip.
I discreetly asked if they had seen any new faces in church.