Excerpt from Woodleigh, Vol. 1 of 3 I was fast asleep in the corner of our little pew, and good Mr. Parnell was in the middle of his sermon, and my mother with her hands crossed in her lap - and her lap full of hymn books, smelling salts, a pair of silver spec taeles, and a white pocket-handkerchief was listening attentively, when a tall high shouldered being clamped into chapel, looked round for a vacant seat, Opened the door of our pew, took his place between me and my mother, and woke me up by fumbling under the seat for a place for his hat. When he was comfortably settled and lis tening with his head on one side to the fifteenth part Of the discourse, I, heaven forgive me, more interested in the intruder than the preacher, took a deliberate survey Of him. He was fifty years Of age to begin with he had a grey unornamental patch of whisker on each cheek, a wrinkled face, a good sized nose, large bloodshot eyes, five teeth in the top row and four in the bottom, all yellow; ergo he was not handsome. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.