But the most remarkable part of the music was a solo sung by a strikingly beautiful young woman, a Miss Winslow who, if I remember right, is the young singer who was sought for by Crandall the manager of National Opera, and who for some reason refused to accept his offer to go on the stage.

She had a most wonderful manner in singing, and everybody was weeping before she had sung a dozen words.

That, of course, is not so strange an effect to be produced at a funeral service, but the voice itself was one of thousands.

I understand Miss Winslow sings in the First Church of Raymond and could probably command almost any salary as a public singer.

She will probably be heard from soon.