On their arrival at home, they found that Janet and Rose were at Pleasance. Mrs. Hopkinson read a note from Lady Chester, which they had left on the table, and shewing it to Willis said, 'Now I call that the note of a lady. She wants to hear them sing together, and wishes Lady Sarah to have that pleasure, too; but she hopes they will not think of coming if they have any engagement whatever, but name some other time, and she invites me to come too."
"What is all this about the girls' music. Do they sing well?" asked Willis, who could not have distinguished God save the Queen from an Irish jig if his life had depended on it.
"I am sure I don't know if they sing well or not, they sing to amuse themselves, and to please me; and it's an odd kind of pleasure, too, for sometimes I sit and cry like a baby, when I listen to words about the deep sea and the wild waves roaring; but then, of course, I am thinking of John, and perhaps it is that that moves me, and yet there is
