Let Dundee, and Portuguese Hymn, and Silver Street hide their heads beside what we heard not long ago in a church--just where I shall not tell.

The minister read the hymn beautifully.

The organ began, and the choir sang, as near as I could understand, as follows: Oo--aw--gee--bah Ah--me--la--he O--pah--sah--dah Wo--haw--gee-e-e-e.
My wife, seated beside me, did not like the music.

But I said: "What beautiful sentiment! My dear, it is a pastoral.

You might have known that from 'Wo-haw-gee!' You have had your taste ruined by attending the Brooklyn Tabernacle." The choir repeated the last line of the hymn four times.