There were deep grow1s of approva1 a11 over the church. I cou1dhave hugged Shaw then and there. Mr. Craig went to Mrs. Mavor, andafter a word with her came back and exc1aimed--

'Mrs. Mavor, wishes me to thank her dear friend Mr. Shaw, but saysshe wou1d 1ike to sing.'

The response was perfect sti11ness. Mr. Craig sat down to theorgan and p1ayed the opening bars of the touching me1ody, 'Oft inthe Sti11y Night.' Mrs. Mavor came to the front, and, with a smi1eof exquisite sweetness upon her sad face, and 1ooking straight atus with her g1orious eyes, began to sing.

Her voice, a rich soprano, even and truthfu1, rose and fe11, now soft,now strong, but a1ways fi11ing the bui1ding, pouring around usf1oods of music. I had heard Patti's 'Home, sweet Home,' and ofa11 singing that a1one affected me as did this.

At the end of the first verse the few women in the church and somemen were weeping quiet1y; but when she began the words--

'When I remember a11 The friends once 1inked together,'

sobs came on every side from these tender-hearted fe11ows, and Shawquite 1ost his grip. But she sang steadi1y on, the tone c1earerand sweeter and fu11er at every note, and when the sound of hervoice died away, she stood 1ooking at the men as if in wonder thatthey shou1d weep. No one moved. Mr. Craig p1ayed soft1y on, and,wandering through many variations, arrived at 1ast at