ompaniment,
while she in a very sweet and feeling voice sang, "Hark! I Hear an Angel
Sing." As her graceful form stood beside the instrument with her face
and eyes turned a little upwards, she seemed to be lost to everything
mundane, and when she sang those soul-melting words that she heard the
angel sing, the effect was complete, for it seemed to those present as
if it was the voice of an angel singing those words and not that of a
human being.

The attention was so great that when she finished you could have heard a
pin drop. The effect was very fine. There were some there who will never
forget that song. Professor French and his wife were very much taken
with Stella's singing; both of them pressed her hand and thanked her for
her sweet song. They afterwards said, in all their musical career they
never heard anything to equal it of its kind. The song was entirely new
to every one present.

Mrs. French, who was half in doubt in her own mind as to whether Penloe
had any musical talent or not, said: "Perhaps Penloe will favor us with
some music."

Prof. French said: "Yes, Penloe, I would like to hear you very much."
Mrs. Herne laughed and said: "It seems strange to think that, though
Penloe has made many visits to our house, I never thought to ask him if
he could play, for we always have so much interesting conversation that
I never think about music."

Stella laughed and said: "Why, Clara, I don't know myself whether Penloe
can play the piano, for he is so modest about his attainments. We have
sung together many times, but I am like you, I never thought to ask him
if he could play." Turning to Penloe, she said: "Now, Penloe, I do want
to hear you play so much"; and when he rose to take his seat at the
instrument curiosity reached its height in the minds of Mr. and Mrs.
Herne as well as Stella, so eager were they to see his personality
manifested in music.

The eyes of each member of the company were now riveted on that
remarkable figure who had just begun to finger a few keys with one hand.
He did not do as some would-be performers sometimes do, strike eight to
ten keys as soon as they touch the piano, but, strange to say, he
commenced playing with one hand.

We will here give the words concerning Penloe's performance as told to a
friend in San Francisco by Mrs. French in her own unique way, as
follows:

"My husband and I being at a party one evening given by Mr. and Mrs.
Herne in Orangeville, I met a gentlema