her that she must n't believe any such  
as that, which were very irreverent, and con- 
trary 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  on ftie young." 

" Pray, Deacon Quirk," said Aunt Winifred, 
 earnestly forward in the carriage, " will 
you tell me what there is * irreverent ' or ' un- 
Bcriptural' in the idea that there will be instni- 
mental music in heaven ? " 

"Well," replied the Deacon after some 



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consideration, "come- to think of it, there will 
be harps, I suppose. Harpers harping with 
their harps on the sea of glass. But I don't 
believe there will be any piannas. It's a 
dreadfully material way to talk about that 
glorious world, to my thinking." 

" If you could show me wherein a harp is 
less ' material ' than a piano, perhaps I should 
agree with you." 

Deacon Quirk looked rather nonplussed for 
a minute. 

"What do you suppose people will do in 
heaven } " she asked again. 

"Glorify God," said the Deacon, promptly 
recovering himself,  "glorify God, and sing