A hymn was read; the young negro at the piano softly touched the keys for a moment, and then the whole rich, joyous nature of the children gushed into a volume of melody that rose and swelled till the very air of the old lecture-room was vocal with praise.
Reid describes the uplifting experience of children singing in a Sunday school setting.
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It seems to me, then, idle to thresh over old straw when the grain is not only winnowed, but gone to the mill.
The people have generally more education and refinement than in other parts of the State; their public improvements are better, and their country is every way more attractive.
But why should a sensible man deal with such folly?
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