There were deep growls of approval all over the church. I couldhave hugged Shaw then and there. Mr. Craig went to Mrs. Mavor, andafter a word with her came back and said--

'Mrs. Mavor, wishes me to thank her dear friend Mr. Shaw, but saysshe would like to sing.'

The response was perfect stillness. Mr. Craig sat down to theorgan and played the opening bars of the touching melody, '0ft inthe Stilly Night.' Mrs. Mavor came to the front, and, with a chuckleof exquisite sweetness upon her sorrowful face, and looking straight atus with her glorious eyes, began to sing.

Her voice, a rich soprano, even and true, rose and fell, now soft,now strong, but always filling the building, pouring around usfloods of music. I had heard Patti's 'Home, sweet Home,' and ofall singing that alone affected me as did this.

At the end of the first verse the few women in the church and somemen were weeping quietly; but when she began the words--

'When I remember all The friends once linked together,'

sobs came on every side from these tender-hearted fellows, and Shawquite lost his grip. But she sang steadily on, the tone clearerand sweeter and fuller at every note, and when the sound of hervoice died away, she stood looking at the men as if in wonder thatthey should weep. No one moved. Mr. Craig played softly on, and,wandering through many variations, arrived at last at