There no falsehood shall oppress thee,
Nor sorrow's dark'ning gloom,
For free is the soul
That has reached its goal,
In the world beyond the tomb."
"Well, Miss Vernon," remarked Mr. Storey, "that's quite too melancholy a song for me—the dismals never suit my book."
"My dear! it is beautiful, and made me cry, I could not help it!" exclaimed his wife.
"You say the words are original," observed Langley.
"Yes, I am almost sure they were written by Mr. Gilpin's sister, who died of consumption shortly before we went to A——."
"They suit the air remarkably—the song makes an impression I shall not easily forget nor your singing of it," added Langley, more to himself than to Kate.