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"The music of our life is keyed / To moods that sweep athwart the soul; / The strain will oft in gladness roll, / Or die in sobs and tears at need; / But sad or gay, 'tis ever true / That, e'en as flowers from light take hue, / The key is of our mood the deed. " / AMINTA. CORNELIUS O'BRIEN, / _Archbishop of Halifax_.
After Mrs. Rose a Charlitte left Vesper she passed through the kitchen, and, ascending an open stairway leading to regions above, was soon at the door of the highest room in the house.