midnight
It was hard work for Christie , the first day that he took out his organ after old Treffy 's funeral ; he did not so much mind playing `` Rule Britannia , '' or the `` Old Hundredth , '' or `` Poor Mary Ann , '' but when he came for the first time to `` Home , sweet Home , '' such a rush of feeling came over him that he stopped short in the middle and moved on without finishing it . The passers-by were surprised at the sudden pause in the tune , and still more so at the tears which were running down Christie 's cheeks . They little thought that the last time he had played that tune had been in the room of death , and that whilst he was playing it his dearest friend on earth had passed away into the true `` Home , sweet Home . '' But Christie knew , and the notes of the tune brought back the recollection of that midnight hour . And he could not make up his mind to go on playing till he had looked up into the blue sky and asked for help to rejoice in old Treffy 's joy . And then the chorus came very sweetly to him , `` Home , sweet home ; there 's no place like home ; there 's no place like home . '' `` And old Treffy 's there at last , '' said Christie to himself as he finished playing .