Squire finished the day with a bowl of punch, and a game of cards or backgammon, in which it never occurred to him to see any incongruity with his previous occupations. Later came supper, after which the ladies retired, leaving the Squire to finish his punch alone; and the whole household was in bed by ten at the latest. The sermon this evening was a discourse upon covetousness--a vice to which none of the hearers were addicted; and after listening to a learned prologue concerning the common derivation of misery and miser, with a number of quotations and instances to show it, Celia's thoughts began to wander, and roamed off once more to her conversation with old Cicely. "The _Gazette_, Sir!" said Harry, coming into the room in boots and spurs one morning about three months after the Sunday in question. "Great tumults in London regarding one Dr. Sacheverell,[12] who hath preached a Jacobite sermon and much inflamed the populace; and 'tis said the Queen will not consent to his being deprived. Likewise"-- "Hang all Jacobites!" cried the Squire. "Likewise," pursued his son, "'tis said the Pretender will take a journey to Rome to speak with the Pope, and"-- "Hang the Pretender twice over, and the Pope three times!" thundered his father. "Hardly necessary, Sir, though you might find it agreeable," observed Harry, in his courtly way. "Moreover, 'tis thought he is gathering an army, wherewith he means to come against our coasts, if any evil should chance to Her Majesty." "Let him come!" growled the Squire. "We'll send him packing in half the time! Anything else?" "I see nothing of import," replied Harry, handing the newspaper to him. "Who is Dr. Sacheverell, Harry?" asked Celia from the window, where she sat with her work. "There is but little regarding him," was the answer. "He is of Derbyshire family, and was sometime tutor at Oxford. 'Twas on the 5th of November, Gunpowder Plot day last, that he preached before the corporation of London, saith one of the newspapers--I brought the _News-Letter_ as well as the _Gazette_--and speaking upon 'perils among false brethren,' which he chose for his discourse, he denounced the Bishops and the Lord Treasurer,[13] and spake of the Lords who aided in the Revolution as men that had done unpardonable sin." "Where is all that in the _Gazette_?" asked the Squire, turning the little sheet of paper about, and looking down the columns to catch the name of the obnoxious preacher. "Not in the _Gazette_, what I said last, Sir," answered Harry; "'tis in the sermon, whereof I brought a copy, thinking that you might wish to see it. The bookseller of whom I had it told me that a prodigious number had been sold. Methinks he said thirty thousand." "Thirty thousand sermons!" exclaimed Lucy, under her breath. "Leather and prunella!" observed the Squire from behind his _Gazette_. "Maybe so, Sir," responded Harry, very civilly. "Yet a sermon sold by the thousand, one would think, should be worth reading."