THE CURFEW SELL. 107 



" We are strangers, looking at the cathedral." 



" Can't see it, now ; can't see it, now. Service every day at 

 four and ten o'clock." 



As we were going out, a great bell began to toll. " What is 

 that, sir ? " said I. 



"What?" 



" That bell tolling what is it for ? " 



" Why, that's the cuffew," and he closed and bolted the door, 

 while we stood still without ; and as the long waving boom of the 

 bell pulsed through us, looked soberly at each other, as if America 

 and the nineteenth century were a fading dream, slowly repeat- 

 ing 



" The cuffew ; to be sure yes the curfew." 



