Waiters were constantly rushing into the room, bringing dishes of them fried so richly brown, so smoking hot, that no man with a heart in his bosom could possibly refuse them.

Then there were glass dishes of them pickled, with little black spots of allspice floating on the pearly liquid that contained them.

And lastly, oysters broiled, whose delicious flavour exceeds my powers of description--these, with ham and tongue, were the solid comforts.

There were other things, however, to which one could turn when the appetite grew more dainty; there were jellies, blancmange, chocolate cream, biscuit glace, peach ice, vanilla ice, orange-water ice, brandy peaches, preserved strawberries and pines; not to say a word of towers of candy, bonbons, kisses, champagne, Rhine wine, sparkling Catawba, liquors, and a man in the corner making sherry cobblers of wondrous flavour, under the especial supervision of Kinch; on the whole, it was an American supper, got up regardless of expense--and whoever has been to such an entertainment knows very well what an American supper is.
What a merry happy party it was--how they all seemed to enjoy themselves--and how they all laughed, when the bride essayed to cut the cake, and could not get the knife through the icing--and how the young girls put pieces away privately, that they might place them under their pillows to dream upon! What a happy time they had! Father Banks enjoyed himself amazingly; he eat quantities of stewed terrapin, and declared it the best he ever tasted.

He talked gravely to the old people--cheerfully and amusingly to the young; and was, in fact, having a most delightful time--when a servant whispered to him that there was a person in the entry who wished to see him immediately.
"Oh dear!" he exclaimed to Mr.Balch, "I was just congratulating myself that I should have one uninterrupted evening, and you see the result--called off at this late hour." Father Banks followed the servant from the room, and inquired of the messenger what was wanted.
"You must come to the hospital immediately, sir; the man with the typhus-fever--you saw him yesterday--he's dying; he says he must see you--that he has something important to confess.