sitting in a chamber, and each one with the flame of a candle on his
head. The fourth represented the last day. The Son of God was in a
chair surrounded by clouds, and beside Him was a flying figure blowing
a long mail-coach horn. The dead were coming up out of their graves;
some were half out of the earth, others three-parts out--the whole of
the bottom part of the picture being filled with bodies emerging from
the ground, a few looking happy, but most of them very wretched; all of
them being naked.

The first time I went to Mrs. Snale's Dorcas gathering Mr. Snale was
reader, on the ground that I was a novice; and I was very glad to
resign the task to him. As the business in hand was week-day and
secular, it was not considered necessary that the selected subjects
should be religious; but as it was distinctly connected with the
chapel, it was also considered that they should have a religious
flavour. Consequently the Bible was excluded, and so were books on
topics altogether worldly. Dorcas meetings were generally, therefore,
shut up to the denominational journal and to magazines. Towards the
end of the evening Mr. Snale read the births, deaths, and marriages in
this journal. It would not have been thought right to read them from
any other newspaper, but it was agreed, with a fineness of tact which
was very remarkable, that it was quite right to read them in one which
was "serious." During the whole time that the reading was going on
conversation was not arrested, but was conducted in a kind of half
whisper; and this was another reason why I exceedingly disliked to
read, for I could never endure to speak if people did not listen.

At half-past eight the work was put away, and Mrs. Snale went to the
piano and played a hymn tune, the minister having first of all selected
the hymn. Singing over, he offered a short prayer, and the company