SUNDAY MORNING. 83 



some unheard music long after he had ceased to sing. 

 Jessie asked me, in her simple way, if I did not think he 

 was listening to the angels singing ; and I smiled at her 

 idea, but told her I thought they did not measure their 

 songs by time in the choir that he was then ready to join." 



It was Sunday morning. I had but just roused myself 

 from long and profound sleep, and, turning to the window 

 near my bed, had reached out my hand to throw back the 

 curtain, when I heard the conversation which I have given. 

 It was between Philip and the Doctor. The Doctor was 

 on horseback, having returned from an early ride over to 

 the farm-house before mentioned, and the fact that the 

 good old farmer had gone to broader and greener fields 

 than these was thus communicated to me. 



It somewhat solemnized me that while I rested so 

 calmly on this side of the hill he should have gone from 

 the other ; that if the old man could have looked back as 

 he went away, he would have seen his neighbors sleeping, 

 forgetful of him, while he was going through such a won- 

 drous change. 



I dressed slowly and came down to breakfast, which 

 was now ready, and with which we were admonished to 

 hasten, as we must soon start for church over on the hill. 



After a breakfast which was unusually still, even for 

 Sunday morning, the horses were at the door before the 

 long wagon, and we all went to the church together in the 

 good old country fashion. 



The wagon had a spring box, and the seats were cush- 

 ioned, only the back one had a buffalo robe thrown over 

 it, and six persons, two on a seat, rode comfortably and 

 pleasantly in it. 



The Doctor and myself had the back seat. Philip and 

 John had the middle seat, and Sam drove with Simon 



