Shaw, that's nothing, 'tis good for the Voice.how sweetly we shall sing, ta, la, ta la la, ta la, &c. Fran.

Softly she sang to the baby and rocked him to sleep.

Oh! how merrily they sang along the little brooklet that took its rise in a spring in the meadow, and wended its way among the young grass, just springing into verdure, to the beautiful lake beyond.

And as she sighed, she sang aloud a melancholy strain; "And who would wish to die," she said, "though death be free from pain?" For evil tongues, who thought to win her favor with a lie, Had told her that the bold Gazul ordained that she should die;

Does he sing loudly and freely?

I remember so well one evening when we had the chorus of the Conservatoire and they sang quite beautifully the old "Plaisirs d'Amour" of our childhood.

And the birds sang loud, and the wild-flowers starred the birch-grove, and the briar-roses wove a tangle on either side the swampy trail.

One man with a ruddy face and a yellow overcoat took them by the dozen, with as much sang froid as if they had been oranges, entering each bargain in a bloated note-book.

Thus blithely sang Giles the Archer, above the tramp and jingle of the many pack-horses, until, being come to the top of a hill, he stood aside to let the ragged files swing by and stayed to look back at Garthlaxton Keep.

What, Money, sing you so lustily? MON.

"J. J. says, 'I think the birds began to sing louder when she came.'

She sings divinely.

It was a bitterly cold, dark, winter morning; the wires overhead sang dismally in the wind, and even the cheer of the big coal fire that glowed in the rusty stove was dampened by the incessant mourning of the storm.

On one side of this charming garden there were a great many bee-hives, and the bees sung so prettily.

Every one remembered the marvellous voice that used to sing so high above all the other nuns, behind the lattice on Sunday afternoons at the church of the Dominican Convent.

And he may gaily sing, For he has conquered where he feared The pain of failure's sting.

And when the sky is grey, the reason is that I have sung badly.

The Southern "Mammy" seldom sang a song through, but interladed it with comments.

But, besides his family pretensions, Plumer was an engaging fellow, and sang gloriously.

"I never saw troops march to battle with greater sang froid and order than these three Highland regiments.

" And in the "Merry Wives of Windsor" (v. 5) Mistress Quickly says: "And nightly, meadow-fairies, look, you sing, Like to the Garter's compass, in a ring; The expressure that it bears, green let it be, More fertile-fresh than all the field to see.

"Here, you General Superintendent out there in the office!" sings he, cheerily, "send some one down to Washington Market this instant, to find out whether or not any of those luscious anatomical western turkies that I saw in the barrels this morning are left yet.

Presently he flew out to a stone against which the icy current was beating, and turning his back to the wind, sang as delightfully as a lark in springtime.

THE NIGHTINGALE and THE TOADS, alternately I sing!

Does the person sing solemnly in a more or less uniform tone?