d: "If it had been me sitting at
the gate, instead of Shuka, I would have got mad in ten minutes and gone
home, if the guards had treated me in that manner."

It began to get a little cool on the porch and the company were invited
into the large double parlors to play some games. After enjoying a
variety of games for an hour, it was proposed to have some music. The
Hernes had a fine-toned piano, and it was always kept in tune. Several
young gentlemen asked Miss Grace Nettleton for a song, and all the other
members of the company joined in the request. Miss Nettleton said she
would like some one to play the accompaniment, and Prof. French said: "I
will play for you."

As Miss Grace Nettleton was a young lady of romantic turn of mind and
very fond of reading love stories and singing love songs, she selected
one to sing according to her taste, from which we give the following
verse:

"Sitting on the garden gate,
Where the little butterfly reposes,
Now I hate to tell, but then I must,
'Twas love among the roses."

Some of the young people being delighted with that sentimental song,
called for another, for they could not think of her taking her seat
after singing only one; so she very kindly sang another. In a very soft,
sweet voice, she sang a song containing the following verse:

"I love to think of thee, when evening closes,
Over landscapes bright and fair,
I love to think of thee when earth reposes,
To calm a grief which none can share.
When every eyelid hovers
When every heart but mine is free,
'Tis then, O then, I love to think of thee."

If the true feeling of one or two young gentlemen present could be told,
they certainly would like to have had Miss Grace Nettleton think of them
in that way. After receiving many compliments from the company, the
young lady took her seat. Mrs. French, who was a professional musician
like her husband, was called for and sang with fine effect, "I am
dreaming, yes I am dreaming, the happy hours away," etc, etc. Her fine
cultivated voice was much appreciated by the company and they were eager
to have Mrs. French sing again, but she wished to save her voice, and
got her husband to sing "Beautiful Isle of the Sea." His fine baritone
voice was a great treat to the guests, for it was seldom such talent as
that of himself and wife was heard in the parlors of Orangeville.

Stella was called for and Professor French played the acc