midnight
With the rest she rose and went out . But as she passed by the pulpit stairs she looked up for a moment at that pallid face , and a finer eye than any human saw that she longed , like another woman of old looking at another teacher , to kiss the hem of his garment . Oh ! not by earthquake nor by lightning , but by the soft touch of angels at midnight , is the stone rolled away from the door of the sepulchre . While thus one body of Christian believers worshipped , another was assembled in the Methodist chapel in John Street , where Aunt Martha usually went . A vast congregation crowded every part of the church . They swarmed upon the pulpit stairs , upon the gallery railings , and wherever a foot could press itself to stand , or room be found to sit .