s music and maudlin stanzas of "The
Fatal Wedding."

Phoebe lent her flute-like soprano to the next song, the rather pretty
melody of which was not sufficient to redeem the banality of the words:

"The scene is a banquet where beauty and wealth
Have gathered in splendid array;
But silent and sad is a fair woman there,
Whose young heart is pining away.

"A card is brought to her--she reads there a name
Of one that she loved long ago;
Then sadly she whispers, 'Just say I'm not here,
For my story he never must know.'

"That night in the banquet at Misery Hall
She reigned like a queen on a throne;
But often the tears filled her beautiful eyes
As she dreamed of the love she had known.

"Her thoughts flowed along through the laughter and song
To the days she could never recall,
And she longed to find rest on her dear mother's breast
At the banquet in Misery Hall.

"The time passes quickly, and few in the throng
Have noticed the one vacant chair--
Till out of the beautiful garden beyond
A pistol-shot rings on the air.

"Now see, in the moonlight a handsome youth lays--
Too quickly his life doth depart;
While kneeling beside him, the woman he'd loved
Finds her picture is close to his heart."

"What is the name of that song?" I asked when the last cadence of
Phoebe's voice, which was sustained long after every other in the room
was hushed, had died away.

"That! Why, it's 'The Banquet in Misery Hall,'" answered Mrs. Smith,
somewhat impatient of my unfolding ignorance. But I speedily forgot the
rebuke in a lively interest in the songs that followed one another
without interlude. Phoebe was counting her pile of boxes and ranging
them into piles of twelve high; so she couldn't sing, and I,
consequently, could not catch all the words of each song. The theme in
every case was a more or less ungrammatical, crude, and utterly banal
rendition of the claptrap morality exploited in the cheap story-books.
Reduced to the last analysis, they had to do with but one subject--the
frailty of woman. On the one side was presented Virtue tempted,
betrayed, repentant; on the other side, Virtue fighting at bay,
persecuted, scourged, but emerging in the end unspotted and victorious,
with all good things added unto it.

It was to me an entirely new way of looking at life; and though I
coul