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While Dorothee spoke, E on the lute, which was a

Spanish one, and re hand,

she took it up, and passed her fingers over the chords They were out

of tune, but uttered a deep and full sound Dorothee started at their

well-known tones, and, seeing the lute in Emily's hand, said, 'This is

the lute my lady Marchioness loved so! I reht that she died I came as usual to undress

her, and, as I entered the bed-chamber, I heard the sound ofit wasthere, I

stepped softly to the door, which stood a little open, to listen; for

the h it was mournful--was so sweet! There I saw her, with

the lute in her hand, looking upwards, and the tears fell upon her

cheeks, while she sung a vesper hymn, so soft, and so solemn! and her

voice trembled, as it were, and then she would stop for a ain, lower than before O! I had often

listened toso sweet as this; it made

me cry, almost, to hear it She had been at prayers, I fancy, for there

was the book open on the table beside her--aye, and there it lies open

still! Pray, let us leave the oriel,place!'

Having returned into the chamber, she desired to look once more upon

the bed, when, as they ca into

the saloon, Elealide along into the obscurer part of the