six
o'clock
I never saw a more beautiful scene in any public building than on one of these bright sofas , fit for any parlor in New York , where lay a weary , plain , exhausted man resting -- sound asleep . Another triumph of Christianity that building is -- a Christianity that is erecting lighthouses on all the coasts , and planting its batteries on every hill-top , and spreading its banquets all the world over . Well , with these reflections I started for Brooklyn . It was just after six o'clock , and tired New York was going home . Street cars and ferries all crowded . Going home ! Some to bright places ; to be lovingly greeted and warmed and fed and rested .