"here is a desk, with its lights between every two persons; and now, Eustace, take to each desk a Chump-book,' and look out Webbe's F, in three parts, for the Kyrie' and 'Gloria,' Paxton's Credo,' and Ricci's Sanctus,' Benedictus,' and 'Agnus Dei."" 6 6 In about ten minutes more, all was arranged, voices cleared, Lady Winefride had promised to give the tenor his note at a formidable part, and the first burst of the Kyrie was given, when, lo! a fresh delay! Miss Grant had failed in courage, when actually pronouncing the Latin with Catholic accent, -the Latin of the mass, which she had been taught to consider the Devil's own tongue, and had shrunk away, leaving her poor friend to make a despairing attempt at the treble solo in Kyrie Eleison,' which totally failed. No one at that moment felt proper compassion for Miss Grant but our heroine, whose own fears and scruples, scarcely yet overcome, led her to feel for one still blinded and deceived. She could not be spared, to take a soprano part, because, directly her true and steady contr'alto left her companion, (a young person with a magnificent, but untaught, voice) this voice losing its guide, immediately ranged after soprano, tenor, bass, "in wandering mazes lost;" and Lady Winefride, giving up this impracticable measure, turned round to the now silent circle, exclaiming,-" Will any one explain to Miss Grant the words we request her to sing, while I practise over parts of the Credo,' with Mr. Barker, our nervous tenor?" 66 Oh, I will," cried Geraldine, joining the young lady, who had retired to the farther end of the room, in a state of great annoyance and alarm. "I am sure that were I to translate the words of the Catholic service to you, Miss Grant, you could not object to any part; for I conclude that you are not a dissenter, in the Protestant acceptation of the term." "Dissenter!" cried Miss Grant, "no indeed. My father is curate of Burnleigh." "Then," said Geraldine, “he must love and admire the Church of England Liturgy, and is in the constant habit of saying with yourself and the rest of his congregation; Lord have mercy on us: Christ have mercy on us!' Should you have any scruple in singing, as well as in saying, these words?" "Of course not,” replied Miss Grant. "Well, then," said Geraldine, “you can sing the Kyrie Eleison without farther scruple; and if so, can you object to join, as with the choir of the heavenly host, in singing Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will towards men.' We praise Thee, we bless Thee ;' and so on through the whole of that part in the Church of England Communion Service, beginning in the Latin 'Gloria in excelsis?" " "Oh! I did not know about that being sung," replied Miss Grant. "Of course I would sing that." “Have you, then, any objection to singing the Belief, or Credo? " "What a question! to be sure I have not." 6 "Or any shrinking from this declaration: Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of Sabbaoth, the heavens and earth are full of the majesty of thy glory."" "Oh no! for those sublime words are also in the Church of England Communion Service." 6 "And perhaps you have heard before, Blessed is He who cometh in the name of the Lord: Hosanna in the highest!'" "Yes I have, they are the words of those who spread their garments and palm branches before our Lord, in his triumphant entry into Jerusalem." "Then if you are not only acquainted with all this, but admire and are touched by it, what think you of these concluding words; Lamb of God, which taketh away the sins of the world, have mercy upon us; give us peace !" " "Indeed," said Miss Grant, rather hurt and piqued, "you seem determined, ma'am, to select exactly those parts of the service, which, as a Christian, I must love and respect, and you tell me nothing about the rest of it." 6 "I suppress nothing," said Geraldine; "I have carried you through the regular service of the choir, at High Mass. The Offertory," which is changed according to the festivals, is not to be sung to-night, for we cannot yet tell whether the vocalists will be ready by Easter, or must wait till Whitsuntide, for their first performance; but you could not object to the Easter Hymn, or to the hymn for Whitsunday." "Certainly," hesitated Miss Grant," in what you have told me, there does not seem anything so very objectionable; but still-" "Objectionable !" at length cried De Grey, in a transport of indignant enthusiasm ; "Objectionable! Grant me patience, Heaven! How long are the inspired words of the angel who brought us good tidings of great joy, and those of the multitude of the heavenly host, to be suspicious to the Protestants of England, when uttered by the mouths of Catholics! The very sentences, also, which Protestants have retained in their Church Service, as expressive of the most sublime and heartfelt devotion, these are superstitious, idolatrous, blasphemous, from the children of the ancient Church." "How could I tell?" pleaded Miss Grant. "Et vitam venturi sæculi: Amen," now sang forth Mr. Barker, giving thereby notice that he had conquered the difficulties in his part of the Credo; and every one being impatient to re-commence, Miss Grant was again handed to her post, and conciliated even Sir Eustace by the correct and feeling manner in which she performed the leading part assigned her. CHAPTER XVII. Ave Maria! Mother blest, KEEBLE. GERALDINE had sunk to rest, after the harmony of that evening, in a state more nearly approaching happiness than she had known for years. The holy words pronounced by those she trusted, and the touching music which had accompanied them, followed her even in sleep, and mingled with the visions of the night. That solo, which the bass voice had taken in the "Gloria" was again sung, every inflection was remembered, and, in this visionary repetition of the evening, the chapel, not the drawingroom, was the scene. Angela de Grey likewise was there, in lieu of the little Protestant. It was she who took the first solo in Ricci's "Agnus Dei," and stood with her hands clasped, and a cowl over her face, uttering such unearthly yet lovely sounds, as an Eolian harp best gives. Then Sir Eustace sang not as he had first done, but poured forth deep and solemn moans; and when it came to Geraldine's turn, she gasped and could not utter a note, and all the congregation waited, and looked up, till, at length, with a despairing effort, she awoke to the unusual circumstance of discovering the reality to |