3 ISLES Of Stf‘MMER. 
But to ring that charming 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 have been composed by a 
colored girlashort time before her death. In the ringing of 
heaven’s bells, the singing of the angels, and mounting the hill 
of Zion, her vivid imagination anticipated and had a foretaste of 
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, 
The heavenly bells are ringing, — 
O rise loving sister, 
Let us go to Zion’s hill! 
Let us go to Zion's hill! 
The heavenly bells are ringing, 
Archangels singing, 
The heavenly bells are ringing, 
In the morning. 
At last the penny scramblers and the sweet singers of Nassau 
caused so much noise, and sucha 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. 
