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After the minister finished his discourse, the old men muttered prayers, with long pauses between. Now and then a young woman played a gospel tune on a melodeon, and a woman in the same seat with Mrs. Field led the singing. She was past middle age, but her voice was still sweet, although once in a while it quavered.

"Excuse me a moment; I think I hear my mother calling," and left the room. She was gone some time, and returned and sat down with an absent and preoccupied expression of face, and he did not linger. The next Thursday evening he was at conference meeting, intending to walk home with Madeline if she would let him; to ask her, at least. She was there, as usual, and sat at the melodeon.

Hart sort of gagged when he got to the melodeon, and Santa Charley who'd come up while they all was talking away together reached across the table and played his hand. "As to the melodeon, Mr. Hart," Santa put in, "you said that being in business you could get it at a discount off. But that does not appreciably lessen your generosity, Mr.

Now the older preacher, as expected, read a chapter out of some safe story book, amid gossip harmless in the main, but still gossip. Next the musical geniuses of the congregation were unchained. A perfectly well-meaning young lady sang, "Be kind to your brother, he may not last long," to an accompaniment of squeaks on the melodeon and gossip.

Why didn't you find out that you had to have a college degree? And now we're paupers, beggars. We've got to leave here leave this flat where I've been where WE'VE been so happy, and sell all the pretty things; sell the pictures and the melodeon, and Oh, it's too dreadful!" "Huh? Huh? What? What?" exclaimed the dentist, bewildered. "I ain't going to quit for just a piece of paper.

The big parlor, with its photographs and stereoscope, and bits of shell and mineral, a piano and a melodeon, and a coveted old sideboard of mahogany, recalled rural New England. We noted at the tables in this region a singular use of the word fruit. When we were asked, Will you have some of the fruit? and said Yes, we always got applesauce.

There's no difference to me 'twixt making your feet handy and clever and full of music, and playing with your fingers on the piano or on a melodeon at a meeting. As for singing, it's God's gift; and many a time I wisht I had it. I'd have sung the blackness out of your face and heart, Andy." She leaned back again and began to knit very fast. "I'd like to hear Cassy sing, and see her dance, too."

The minister of the Trumet Regular church had entered the Come-Outer chapel to attend a Come-Outer prayer meeting! The Come-Outer chapel was as bare inside, almost, as it was without. Bare wooden walls, a beamed ceiling, a raised platform at one end with a table and chairs and the melodeon upon it, rows of wooden settees for the congregation that was all.

It is the union of simplicity with grandeur, for which we have all been looking. I need not say to those who have ever heard a melodeon, that there is nothing like it. It is rare, even in the finest churches on the Continent. And we had congregational singing. And it went very well indeed.

But in the sanctity of our homes, around our firesides, in the front-parlor, where the melodeon or the newly hired piano has been set up, it is there that Herr Wagner's name will be revered, and his masterpiece repeated o'er and o'er. The libretto is not above criticism; it strikes us that there is not enough of it.

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