no sound was to be heard in the house
but the loud ticking of the old day-clock,
and the ringing of Adam's tools.
The night was very still:
when Adam opened the door to look out at twelve o'clock,
the only motion seemed to be in the glowing,
twinkling stars;
every blade of grass was asleep.
That shows me there's deep, speritial things in
religion.
You can't make much out wi' talking about it,
but you feel it.
Mr Irwine didn't go into those things:
he preached short moral
sermons, and that was all.
But then he acted pretty much up to what he said;
he didn't set up for being so different from other
folks one day,
and then be as like 'em as two peas the next.
