Mr. Worden expressed himself well pleased with appearances of things, in and about this building; though Jason regarded all with ill-concealed disgust. “What is the meaning of them pews with tops to them, Corny?” the pedagogue whispered me, afraid to encounter the parson's remarks, by his own criticism. “They are the pews of families of distinction in this place, Mr. Newcome; and the canopies, or tops, as you call them, are honourable signs of their owners' conditions.” “Do you think their owners will sit under such coverings in paradise, Corny?” continued Jason, with a sneer. “It is impossible for me to say, sir; it is probable, however, the just will not require any such mark to distinguish them from the unjust.” “Let me see,” said Jason, looking round and affecting to count; “there are just three--Bishop, Priest, and Deacon, I suppose. Waal, there's a seat for each, and they can be comfortable _here_, whatever may turn up _herea'ter_.” I turned away, unwilling to dispute the point, for I knew it was as hopeless to expect that a Danbury man would feel like a New Yorker, on such a subject, as it was to expect that a New Yorker could be made to adopt Danbury sentiments. As for the _argument_, however, I have heard others of pretty much the same calibre often urged against the three orders of the ministry. On quitting St. Peter's, I communicated the invitation of Guert Ten Eyck to Mr. Worden, and urged him to be of the party. I could see that the notion of a pleasant supper was anything but unpleasant to the missionary. Still he had his scruples, inasmuch as he had not yet seen his reverend brother who had the charge of St. Peter's, did not know exactly the temper of his mind, and was particularly desirous of officiating for him, in the presence of the principal personages of the place, on the approaching Sunday. He had written a note to the chaplain; for the person who had the cure of the Episcopalians held that rank in the army, St. Peter's being as much of an official chapel as a parish church; and he must have an interview with that individual before he could decide. Fortunately, as we descended the street, towards our inn, we saw the very person in question. The marks of the common office that these two divines bore about their persons in their dress, sufficed to make them known to each other at a glance. In five minutes, they had shaken hands, heard each man's account of himself, had given and accepted the invitation to preach, and were otherwise on free and easy terms. Mr. Worden was to dine in the fort, with the chaplain. We then walked forward towards the tavern. “By the way, Mr. ----,” said Mr. Worden, in a parenthesis of the discourse, “the family of Ten Eyck is quite respectable, here in Albany.” “Very much so, sir--a family that is held in much esteem. I shall count on your assisting me, morning and evening, my dear Mr. Worden.” It is surprising how the clergy do depend on each other for 'assistance!'