Show an evening at cambridge BT bichard ORANT wnnie on one of the evenings that I spent in dp there ial service in the chapel in honor of acme saint whose name I forget I wa fortunate in all the professors and all the undergraduates appeared to bo and as they were all in surplices tho masters of art and tho doctora of law and divinity wearing their colored hood each of a peculiar tanti the abight wag an imposing one was tilled with cloud men and when they acae and gat at the of tho ervice tha rustle flowing raiment swept it like the sound of wing biu I that there were not so many among them as there seemed to in this unaccustomed vision the spectacle wa impressive because aliis sacked tand of tho number of who wore it the arap pinga that ato worn by various order of men sacred and secular ahe stara and tho garters and the crosses seem to uio to be only fit to please children and to eee a dozen or ft acore ecore of men within a chancel or on ft dabi tricked out wath these trin kete provokes cs me to lit in the seat of tho tc orner but hero the simplest garb po isible led the tight angular ugliness of our daily dress by flowing folds of luminous drapery and of those whiter ored christianity there were hundreds together he my eye as I sat in an led stall to them it was tho mere routine performance perform anco of an ecclesias eccle aias heal function j to it seemed for a moment the eor vico wai divided part of it being read in one part in another and a verger or some uch officer brought the krayci louka now U one BOW to another my atall wai amt that cf abo reader ot chri listle and nearly opposite that of atio reader of an oilier part of the I have recorded iho beauly ot their rp iding and marked train of their pronunciation cia tion ono great beauty of this bervice ws tho muaia the body of i 14 s alt w was large but the volume of lone liia not mora remarkable for quantity than for quality it wag very rich aud delicious and the performance for mance although larking a little in nuance was yet marked with intelligently telli gently graduated hion but above nil ho mass of sound there rosa ono voice the countertenor counter tenor of a nun that most ravishing of all voices when it is of fine quality and is des liver odwith purity and feeling a voice compared with which even the fierst female is tame and pale and bloodless the musical cry of this singer pierced rno to the very soul with its poignant beauty I could not gea him and I am glad that I could not bior I am sure that nature could not leavo been so doub ly beneficent to him as to agiya him a fike fik e becoming uch a voice tho ended the while robed congregation and alie white robed went slowly out but abal hardly did they reach the door when they broke headlong foille robine toom flung off their surplices as if they were tainted garments and rushed out pell streets shout ingy and careering with the brints of youth set free from tedious confinement and this is my last memory of atlantic |