The strain was easily recognized, for it was no other than that which Ariel is made to sing when finally absolved from the service of the wizard.
In the Cowslips bell I lie, On the Bat's back I do fly...
After summer merrily, &c.
Their hearts palpitated as they listened: they gazed at each other for a solution of the mystery.

At length the strain died away at distance, and an interval of silence was succeded by an earnest discussion of the cause of this prodigy.

One supposition only could be adopted, which was, that the strain was uttered by human organs.

That the songster was stationed on the roof of the arbour, and having finished his melody had risen into the viewless fields of air.
I had been invited to spend a week at this house: this period was nearly expired when I received information that my aunt was suddenly taken sick, and that her life was in imminent danger.

I immediately set out on my return to the city, but before my arrival she was dead.
This lady was entitled to my gratitude and esteem; I had received the most essential benefits at her hand.