The gates ajar. By Elizabeth Stuart Phelps.

The Gates Ajar. 153
"I am surprised that you should be, Deacon
Quirk. Do you believe that God would take
a poor little disappointed girl like Clo, who
has been all her life here forbidden the enjoyment of a perfectly innocent taste, and keep
her in His happy heaven eternal years, without finding means to gratify it? I don't."
"I tell Clotildy I don't see what she
wants of a pianna-forte," observed "Clotildy's" uncle, sententiously. "She can go
to singin' school, and she's been in the
choir ever since I have, which is six years
come Christmas. Besides, I.don't think
it's our place to speckylate on the mysteries of the heavenly spere. My wife told
her that she must n't believe any such things
as that, which were very irreverent, and contrary to the Scriptures, and Clo went home
crying. She said:'It was so pretty to think
about.' It is very easy to impress these
delusions of fancy on the young."
"Pray, Deacon Quirk," said Aunt Winifred,
leaning earnestly forward in the carriage, "will
you tell me what there is' irreverent' or'unscriptural' in the idea that there will be instrumental music in heaven?"
"Well," replied the Deacon aftet some