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Show TilE LTDl.;n'[Y Ul';LI .. 20J . 1 . . in the choir' the prachEC( singing o f :t ) ·oun0r rgnl ·'dd 11080 voice rcnun c cctucss of w strength rmd sw ' . family , wllich had f the OarCJ:l. • me of tho tones o l outh. In that . . memory from car y y dwelL m my . even more cffcc- 1 the notes wetc tnnntl chapc t opera-houses; and theirs in the grca tivc than . the FZamc. I . . . lion of tho singmg was . the mspua l d l service of the l imposing cat lC ru . often left t lC 1 ll the rank and fashiOn d li..I s at wlnc l a chantc .l' U" ' • Cal and religious . <~.isted, Wllh mar J, of the ooty as- . . f tho little lllothodist r l l to the smgCI 0 I>Omp, to IS C1 1 . to a. strain which I could 1 ttin(l' her sou m ' chapc ' pu. . o t have ham1 c d down through the fancy tradJllOI\ o . from tllc Albi- :F h protcstantism, ranks of 1renc . be Calvinists, and tho d tho Vaudoos, t gcnscs, an . uitc as probably be t . though >I may q . Hugucno s' . so eminently human m r ori(J'in bcmg 1 of Catbo lC o ' tisf the univcrsa . d its power, as to sa y its passtOn an lf d voted ness worthy cry of the human heart for so . o of adoration : - Jxsus LE Cnucunt.:. TIIJ-] YOUXO S.\ I !,OJ!. 205 'Vulking one day along the shore between the city of the Cape and fort Picolet, I heard the same voice in tho open air long before we rcnchecl the spot from which it seemed to come,-whe1·e, through a gnp in tho line of roofless palaces, you sec a single palm relieved against the purple mountains ancl the amethyst and emerald sea. We drew nearer and nearer, the voice still rising and falling at intervals, till we were nigh enough to hoar the showery rustle of the Palmiste leaves, which, mingled with tlw gent1o shock of the wnveB upon tho pebbles, came in like n symphony between. Our approach disturbed tho music, and, as it afterwards appeared, interrupted an interview; for we heard tho sounds of rapidly retreating steps, and found tho little singer alone. ;, Pray toll me," earnestly exclaimed our companion, Mrs. Bird, " what you know about that young man who has just left her ? He is the mate of tho vessel that brought you bora ; and this girl being a doruostio in my family, her beauty, her color, (Mrs. Bird 18 |
