robin distinguished the seat of every individual of the little audience; he saw the good man in the midst, holding the scriptures in the golden light that fell from the western clouds; he beheld him close the book and all rise up to pray. he heard the old thanksgivings for daily mercies, the old supplications for their continuance to which he had so often listened in weariness, but which were now among his dear remembrances. he perceived the slight inequality of his father's voice when he came to speak of the absent one; he noted how his mother turned her face to the broad and knotted trunk; how his elder brother scorned, because the beard was rough upon his upper lip, to permit his features to be moved; how the younger sister drew down a low hanging branch before her eyes; and how the little one of all, whose sports had hitherto broken the decorum of the scene, understood the prayer for her playmate, and burst into clamorous grief. then he saw them go in at the door; and when robin would have entered also, the latch tinkled into its place, and he was excluded from his home.