She does not often sing now-a-days.

She is quite melancholy, and it's a long time since I've heard her guitar.

She sings and plays sweetly; her poor father had her taught everything before he failed, for he was very proud of her, as well he might be." They sunk again into the covert, the outlaw muttering sullenly at the interruption which had come between him and his purposes.

The music touched him not, for he betrayed no consciousness; when, after a few brief preliminary notes on the instrument, the musician breathed forth the little ballad which follows:-- LUCY'S SONG.
I.
"I met thy glance of scorn, And then my anguish slept, But, when the crowd was gone, I turned away and wept.
II.
"I could not bear the frown Of one who thus could move, And feel that all my fault, Was only too much love.
III.
"I ask not if thy heart Hath aught for mine in store, Yet, let me love thee still, If thou canst yield no more.
IV.
"Let me unchidden gaze, Still, on the heaven I see, Though all its happy rays Be still denied to me." A broken line of the lay, murmured at intervals for a few minutes after the entire piece was concluded, as it were in soliloquy, indicated the sad spirit of the minstrel.

She did not remain long at the window; in a little while the song ceased, and the light was withdrawn from the apartment.