been singing every other note out of tune. The little unmeaning
compliments of society, can they catch anything so great as a soul?

_Jane._ I pray daily not to be led into temptation, and shall I go into
it of my own accord?

_Julia._ Not if you find it a temptation. At that rate I ought to
decline.

_Jane._ That doesn't follow. My conscience is not a law to yours.
Besides, your mamma said "sing:" and a parent is not to be disobeyed upon
a doubt. If papa were to insist on my going to a ball even, or reading a
novel, I think I should obey; and lay the whole case before Him.

_Mrs. Dodd_ (from a distance). Come, my dears, Dr. Sampson is getting
_so_ impatient for your song.

_Sampson._ Hum! for all that, young ladies' singing is a poor substitute
for cards, and even for conversation.

_Mrs. Dodd._ That depends upon the singer, I presume.

_Sampson._ Mai-- dear--madam, they all sing alike; just as they all write
alike. I can hardly tell one fashionable tune from another; and nobody
can tell one word from another, when they cut out all the consonants. N'
listen me. This is what I heard sung by a lady last night.

Eu un Da' ei u aa an oo.
By oo eeeeyee aa
Vaullee, Vaullee, Vaullee, Vaullee,