And you’ll find a choice nature not wholly deserving

A name either English or Yankee—just Irving.”


THE ORGAN OF WESTMINSTER ABBEY.

FROM THE SKETCH BOOK.

HE sound of casual footsteps had ceased from the abbey. I could only hear, now and then, the distant voice of the priest repeating the evening service, and the faint responses of the choir; these paused for a time, and all was hushed. The stillness, the desertion and obscurity that were gradually prevailing around, gave a deeper and more solemn interest to the place:

For in the silent grave no conversation,

No joyful tread of friends, no voice of lovers,

No careful father’s counsel—nothing’s heard,