Washington telegraph., 1854-05-17
"FOr Ever and Eyer;"
THE VILLA Gle A m M e VI.
BY CAROLINE L. HENTZ.

"What is that bell ringing for ?" asked
the room.
For church" was the reply.
For church. Oh is it Sunday l had
forgotten it. 1 did not think there was
church in this little village"
Yes, indeed' answered the boy, his
village pride taking the alarm ''and very
handsome one, too. Just look out at that
window, sir. Do you see that tall, white
steeple, behind those big trees there p
That is the church, and l know there is not
better preacher in the whole world than
Parson Blandford He was never pestcred
for word yet, and his voice makes one feel
50 warm and tender about the heart, it does
one good to hear him."
Villeneuve cast languid glance through
reclining, thinking that Parson Blandford
was very probably some hum-drum, puri-
tanical preacher, whose nasal twang was
considered melodious by the vulgar ears
which were accustomed to listen to him
Dull as his present position was, he was re-
solved to keep it, rather than inhict upon
himself such an intolerable bore The boy,
who had mounted his hobby, continued, re-
gardless of the unpropitious countenance Of
his auditor
''Then there is Miss Grace Blandford.
his daughter, plays beautifully on the organ,
You never heard such music in your life.
When she sits behind the red curtains, and
you can't see anything but the edge of her
white skirt below, | can't help thinking
there is an angel hid there and when she
comes down and takes her fathers arm, to
walk out of church, she looks like an angel
sure enough"
Nilleneuve's countenance brightened-
Allowing for all the hyperbole of ignorance.
there was two positive things which were
agreeable in themselves-music and a Young
maiden. He arose from the sofa, threw
aside his dressing gown, called for his coat
and hat, and commanded the delighted boy
to direct him to the church, the nearest
way. His guide, proud of usbering in such
handsome and aristocratc-look stran-
ger, conducted him to one of the most con-
spicuous seats in the broad aisle, in full
view of the pulpit and the orchestra, and
Villereuve's first glance was towards the
curtains, which were drawn so close, not
even glimpse of white was granted to the
beholder He smiled at his own curiosity.
Very likely this angel of the village-boy,
was a great red faced, hard country
girl, who had been taught imperfectly to
thrum the keys of an instrument, and, con-
Sequently, transformed by rustic simplicity
into being of superior order. No matter,
any kind Of excitement was better than the
ennui from which he had been aroused. A
low, sweet, trembling prelude stole on his
ear Surely" thought he, mo vulgar fin
gers press those keys--that is the key note
of true harmony" He listened, the sound
swelled deepened, and rolled through the
arch of the building, and sunk again with
such melting cadence that the tears invol-
untary sprung into his eyes Ashamed of
his emotions, he leaned his head on his hand,
and yielded unseen to an influence, which,
coming over him so unexpectedly, had all
the force of enchantment The notes died
away, then swelled again into solemn accom-
paniment with the opening hymn. The
hymn closed with the melodious vibrations
OF the instrument, and for a few moments,
there was most profound silence.
"The Lord is in his holy temple; let all
the earth keep silence before him. uttered
a Deep solemn voice.
Villeneuve raised his head and gazed up
On the speaker He was man rather past
the meridian of life, but wearing unmarried
aIE nf IL
brow was unwrinkled his piercing eve un-
dlmmed and his tall figure majestic and
unbowed. The sun inclined from the ze-
nith' but the light, the warmth, the splendor
renamed In all their power and the hearts
Vi the hearers radiated that light and
warmth, TIL an intense glow pervaded the
assembly, and the opening words of the