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Updated: May 1, 2025
Others one from Lille, one from Valence, one from Macao in far-off China were veritable jewels, sparkling with precious stones. And how great was the resplendency when the choir's score of chandeliers was illumined, when the hundreds of lamps and the hundreds of candles burned all together, at the great evening ceremonies!
She had never got over the first blow of Mr. Dusautoy's innovations, and felt as if her nephew had gone over to the enemy. She was doubly ungracious at the Sunday dinner, and venomously critical of the choir's chanting, Mr. Hope's voice, and the Vicar's sermons. The worst scrape came in March.
I did once take a run up on the captain's 'Douglas, thinking I'd just have a walk around an' see the sights and get some snaps. But I might as well have tried to break into Heaven an' steal the choir's harps. I was turned back about ten ways I tried, and wound up by being arrested as a spy an' darn near gettin' shot.
Seizing a moment when the choir's back was turned to the congregation, she slipped noiselessly out of the cathedral and was fleeing down the steps when she came face to face with Monte Pearce. "Caught at last!" he exclaimed, planting himself firmly in her way. "I've been playing watchdog for Mac for three Sundays. What are you doing in town?" "In town?"
"Professional jealousy is what's at the bottom of this," declared Kate, "the choir is jealous of Uncle Rube's reputation as a singer, and Uncle Rube does not care for the choir's new-fangled methods of singing. Rivalry! Rivalry! That's what the matter." "That's right, Miss Kate," squeaked the constable, "they're jealous of my singing.
He was duly received by the Pope, and obtained a small crown chaplet for his mother, together with His Holiness' blessing. Saint Peter's surpassed his expectations, and the choir's Miserere so delighted him that he went to hear it a second time in lieu of that of the Sixtine Chapel. Reaching Paris at last, he now took up his pen with his old ardour.
He'll be sober then," said the priest, looking down longingly at his work. But Ann had another case. "The choir's busted." Father Murray put down his book. Here was disaster indeed. "Again?" "Yes, ag'in. The organist, Molly Wilson, is insulted." "Who insulted her?" "Ye did. She says ye didn't appreciate her music for the Confirmation." "But I did." "But ye didn't tell her so, the hussy."
There was a choir, of course, but to the front pews, at all events, Dr Drummond's leading was more important than the choir's. It was a note of dauntless vigour, and it was plain by the regular forward jerk of his surpliced shoulder that his foot was keeping time: Where the assemblies of the just And congregations are.
The retablo a fine Gothic specimen stands boldly forth against the light coming from the apse in the rear, while on the opposite side of the transept handsome, deep brown choir stalls peep out from behind a magnificent iron reja. So beautiful is the view of the choir's ensemble that the spectator almost forgives it for breaking in upon the grandeur of the nave.
Others one from Lille, one from Valence, one from Macao in far-off China were veritable jewels, sparkling with precious stones. And how great was the resplendency when the choir's score of chandeliers was illumined, when the hundreds of lamps and the hundreds of candles burned all together, at the great evening ceremonies!
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