"Then you have no very high opinion of my profession?"
"Far otherwise, it is necessary, and what is necessary—"
"Kate, my dear, give us that serenade I like so much," said her grandfather.
Many a year is past since first those rich soft tones swelled on my ear, as Miss Vernon sang the following words, but they come back as vividly to my memory as if they had been heard but an hour ago!
"Sleep, Oh, beloved! while with Angel guard
I watch o'er thy soft repose;
May the silent sense of my sleepless love
Tinge thy dreams as thine eye lids close!
Sleep, Oh, beloved one! sleep.
"Breathe o'er her hushed and slumbering soul,