three o'clock
We had mustard plasters administered , and careful watching for some hours , when we fell asleep and forgot our disappointment and humiliation in being obliged to throw away three-fourths of our first cigar . Being naturally reticent , we have never mentioned it until this time . But how about our last cigar ? It was three o'clock Sabbath morning in our Western home . We had smoked three or four cigars since tea . At that time we wrote our sermons and took another cigar with each new head of discourse . We thought we were getting the inspiration from above , but were getting much of it from beneath .