"Mister," said the janitor to me, as I came up the steps, "you will have to keep that dog of yours at home; he has been hanging around the church doors all the morning, and I had to shut him in the cellar."
"I will take him home with me when service is over," I said, "and see that he does not bother you again."
When I entered, the choir was singing a very soft anthem, just as the angels must have sung while the Saviour was still sleeping in his cold tomb. Then the anthem grew loud and triumphant as the angel descended and the stone was rolled away, and our Lord arose. When it ceased it was so still in the church that you could have heard a mouse squeak, if there had been one to squeak; but what the people did hear was a very distinct "Mew, mew," coming from, no one knew where. Every one looked astonished; and as the "Mew, mew," was repeated, there was a general smile. The minister, though, did not look amused; his face was stern, and he began to pray. "O Lord, we beseech Thee,"—"Mew, mew," was heard again. The minister opened one eye, and looked down in the pulpit; but he quickly shut it, as he saw the people looking at him, and began his prayer again. "O Lord, we beseech Thee,"—"Mew, mew, mew," and much louder and fiercer than before; and this time there was no mistaking the direction,—it was from the organ. The minister said "Amen" with a jerk, and
