who hesitated to admit me to his company, might fill the latter, if one may judge from the intonations of his voice in common dialogue."
"Judge not too rashly, from hasty and deceptive appearances," said the lady, smiling; "though Major Heyward can assume such deep notes, on occasion, believe me, his natural tones are better fitted for a mellow tenor, than the bass you heard."
"Is he, then, much practised in the art of psalmody?" demanded her simple companion.
Alice felt disposed to laugh, though she succeeded in suppressing the sounds of her merriment, ere she answered,—
"I apprehend that he is rather addicted to profane song. The turmoils and chances of a soldier's life are but little fitted for the encouragement of more sober inclinations."
"Man's voice is given to him, like his other talents, to be used, and not to be abused," said her companion, "None can say they have ever known me neglect my
