Therefore, my friends, I wish for peace, upon you and upon yours."
In consequence of Mrs. Snagsby looking deeply edified, Mr. Snagsby thinks it expedient on the whole to say amen, which is well received.
"Now, my friends," proceeds Mr. Chadband, "since I am upon this theme--"
Guster presents herself. Mrs. Snagsby, in a spectral bass voice and without removing her eyes from Chadband, says with dreadful distinctness, "Go away!"
"Now, my friends," says Chadband, "since I am upon this theme, and in my lowly path improving it--"
Guster is heard unaccountably to murmur "one thousing seven hundred and eighty-two." The spectral voice repeats more solemnly, "Go away!"
"Now, my friends," says Mr. Chadband, "we will inquire in a spirit of love--"
Still Guster reiterates "one thousing seven hundred and eighty-two."

Therefore, my friends, I wish for peace, upon you and upon yours."
As Mrs. Snagsby is looking deeply edified, Mr. Snagsby thinks it expedient to say amen, which is well received.
"Now, my friends," proceeds Mr. Chadband, "since I am upon this theme-"
Guster comes in. Mrs. Snagsby, in a spectral bass voice, says, "Go away!"
"Now, my friends," says Chadband, "since I am upon this theme, and in my lowly path improving it-"
Guster is heard unaccountably to murmur "one thousing seven hundred and eighty-two."
