----Though if it comes to persuasion--said my father --Lord have mercy upon them.
Amen: said my mother, _piano_.
Amen: cried my father, _fortissim_.
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.
'Though if it comes to persuasion,' said my father, 'Lord have mercy upon them.'
'Amen,' said my mother, piano.
'Amen,' cried my father, fortissimo.
'Amen,' said my mother again - but with such a sigh of personal pity, as discomfited every fibre of my father. He instantly took out his almanac; but before he could look in it, Yorick's congregation coming out of church, answered half of his business with it - and my mother telling him it was a sacrament day answered the other half.
My father, remiss in not attending church, put his almanac into his pocket, and returned home with a most embarrassed look.