Amen: said my mother again——but with such a sighing cadence of personal
pity at the end of it, as discomfited every fibre about my father—he
instantly took out his almanack; but before he could untie it,
_Yorick_’s congregation coming out of church, became a full answer to
one half of his business with it—and my mother telling him it was a
sacrament day—left him as little in doubt, as to the other part—He put
his almanack into his pocket.
The first Lord of the Treasury thinking of _ways and means_, could not
have returned home with a more embarrassed look.