I thought I saw, in his very religious devotions, this controlling element of his character.

A long prayer at night made up for the short prayer in the morning; and few men could seem more devotional than he, when he had nothing else to do.
Mr.Covey was not content with the cold style of family worship, adopted in these cold latitudes, which begin and end with a simple prayer.

No! the voice of praise, as well as of prayer, must be heard in his house, night and morning.

At first, I was called upon to bear some part in these exercises; but the repeated flogging given me by Covey, turned the whole thing into mockery.

He was a poor singer, and mainly relied on me for raising the hymn for the family, and when I failed to do so, he was thrown into much confusion.