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But to ring that charmiug bell. 

 Come along my sister, come along, 

 For the angels say there's nothing to do 

 But to ring that charming bell. 



The following little piece is said to liave been composed by a, 

 colored girl a short time before licr death. In tlie ringing of 

 heaven's bells, the singing of the angels, and nionnting tlie hill 

 of Zion, her vivid imagination anticipated and had a foretaste oi 

 the happiness that awaited her in the other world. It certainly- 

 produced a cheery, comforting effect when musically and spirit- 

 edly rendered by the dusky vocalists: 



The heavenly bells are ringing, 



Archangels singing, 

 Tlie heavenly bells are ringing,— 



O rise loving sister, 



Let us go to Zion's hill ! 



Let us go to Zion's hill 1 

 The heavenly liells arc ringing. 



Archangels singing, 

 The heavenly bells are ringing, 



In tlie morning. 



At last the penny scramblers and the sweet singers of Xassau 

 caused so much noise, and such a disturbance of the quiet which 

 usually prevades these dreamy shores, that a man with a long 

 unsentimental whip was sent, whenever they assembled, to drive 

 them away. Still, however, they occasionally appeared, and, 

 for the base coins of the strangers, exercised those gifts divine, 

 which, like milk in a cocoanut, one, from outward appearance, 

 would never for a moment suppose to exist. 



