They sang "The Harp that Once Thro' Tara's Halls," and followed it with "Long, Long Ago." "That," Mrs.Tanberry whispered, between stifled gusts of almost uncontrollable laughter, "is meant for just me!" "Tell me the tales that to me were so dear," entreated the trio.
"I told 'em plenty!" gurgled the enlivening widow.

"And I expect between us we can get up some more." "Now you are come my grief is removed," they sang.
"They mean your father is on his way to St.Louis," remarked Mrs.
Tanberry.
"Let me forget that so long you have roved, Let me believe that you love as you loved, Long, long ago, long ago." "Applaud, applaud!" whispered Mrs.Tanberry, encouraging the minstrels by a hearty clapping of hands.
Hereupon dissension arose among the quintet, evidently a dispute in regard to their next selection; one of the gentlemen appearing more than merely to suggest a solo by himself, while the others too frankly expressed adverse opinions upon the value of the offering.

The argument became heated, and in spite of many a "Sh!" and "Not so loud!" the ill-suppressed voice of the intending soloist, Mr.Chenoweth, could be heard vehemently to exclaim: "I will! I learned it especially for this occasion.

I will sing it!" His determination, patently, was not to be balked without physical encounter, consequently he was permitted to advance some paces from the lilac bushes, where he delivered himself, in an earnest and plaintive tenor, of the following morbid instructions, to which the violin played an obligato in tremulo, so execrable, and so excruciatingly discordant, that Mr.Chenoweth's subsequent charge that it was done with a deliberately evil intention could never be successfully opposed: "Go! Forget me! Why should Sorrow O'er that brow a shadow fling?
Go! Forget me, and, to-morrow, Brightly smile and sweetly sing! "Smile! tho' I may not be near thee; Smile! tho' I may never see thee; May thy soul with pleasure shine Lasting as this gloom of mine!" Miss Carewe complied at once with the request; while her companion, unable to stop with the slight expression of pleasure demanded by the songster, threw herself upon a sofa and gave way to the mirth that consumed her.
Then the candles were relit, the serenaders invited within; Nelson came bearing cake and wine, and the house was made merry.

Presently, the romp, Virginia Bareaud, making her appearance on the arm of General Trumble, Mrs.Tanberry led them all in a hearty game of Blind-man's Buff, followed by as hearty a dancing of Dan Tucker.