ing a
portion of the funeral service; and St. Penfer being nearer than
Pentrath, they had gone to St. Penfer church to practise.

Nothing, however, was said of the intention, because Denas had not
felt sure that at the last moment she would be able to fulfil her
promise. But in the preliminary practice she quite recovered her
self-possession, and the long rest had given to her voice a maturity
of sweetness and power that made it a delight to exercise it. She
thought with a pleasant pride of the solemn joy she was going to give;
nor was she oblivious of the fact that her father and mother and Tris
would have an opportunity to listen to her singing music worthy of the
noblest voice to interpret.

It was a warm, sunshiny day. The church windows were all open, and the
rustle of the trees in the church-yard, the hum of the bees, the songs
of the birds, the murmur of the town beyond, came through them. Mr.
Arundel stood at the foot of the coffin, Jacob's family at the head;
the crowd of fishers filled the old pews and aisles to overflowing.
Suddenly there was a burst of triumphant melody. It filled the church
and lifted the souls of all present up, and up, far beyond, and far

"Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot
Which men call earth."

"_I know that my Redeemer liveth!_"

Higher and higher the clear, strong voice rang out the joyful
assurance, till every heart swelled to rapture and every eye was wet
with holy tears.

"_I know that my Redeemer liveth!_"

And as Denas sang the blessed affirmation, the organ pealed out its
noble symphony, and men and women lifted wet faces heavenward, until
to the last majestic confident strain--

"_Yet in my flesh shall I see God_"--

the coffin was lifted and the mourners and the singer followed it to
the open grave.

Never before had Denas had such joy in God's pleasant gift of a
melodious voice. To look at her father's and mother's faces was a
happiness sufficient. The adoration of Tris, the delight and gratitude
of her friends, the conviction that she had lifted for a few moments
mortal men above their mortality and made them realise that they
should "yet see God," was in itself a recompense beyond anything she
had ever dreamed of. Nor could she put aside the comparisons that
naturally came from this effort of her power. To sing holily and
loftily, to sing in--

"... Strains that might create a soul
Under the ribs of death"--

How dear to heaven and e