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The youngsters are fond of getting out into the graveyard, and comparing
jackknives, or talking about the schoolmaster or the menagerie, or, it
may be, of some prospective "travel" in the fall,--either to town, or
perhaps to the "sea-shore."
Afternoon service hangs heavily; and the tall chorister is by no means
so blithe, or so majestic in the toss of his head, as in the morning. A
boy in the next box tries to provoke you into familiarity by dropping
pellets of gingerbread through the bars of the pew; but as you are not
accustomed to that way of making acquaintance, you decline all
overtures.
After the service is finished, the wagons, that have been disposed on
either side of the road, are drawn up before the door. The old Squire
meantime is sure to have a little chat with the parson before he leaves;
in the course of which the parson takes occasion to say that his wife
is a little ailing,--"a slight touch," he thinks, "of the rheumatiz."
One of the children too has been troubled with the "summer complaint"
for a day or two; but he thinks that a dose of catnip, under Providence,
will effect a cure. The younger and unmarried men, with red wagons
flaming upon bright yellow wheels, make great efforts to drive off in
the van; and they spin frightfully near some of the fat, sour-faced
women, who remark in a quiet, but not very Christian tone, that they
"fear the elder's sermon hasn't done the young bucks much good.
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