I fixed my feet on a cricket, and examined the bonnets.

The house filled rapidly, and last of all the minister entered.

The singers began an anthem, singing in an advanced style of the art, I observed, for they shouted "_Armen_," while our singers in Surrey bellowed "_Amen_." When the sermon began I settled myself into a vague speculation concerning my future days of freedom; but my dreams were disturbed by the conduct of the Hickspold boys, who were in a pew in front of us.

As in the morning, so in the afternoon and all the Sundays in the year.

The variations of the season served but to deepen the uniformity of my heartsickness..