Amy Le Feuvre, Dwell Deep; or, Hilda Thorn's Life Story
“ Poor girl! one feels sorry for a life like that.' Then looking at me rather intently, he asked, 'Is the violin consecrated to God, Miss Thorn?' 'I don't know,' I stammered; 'I hope so, but I don't keep it for sacred music only. I play to them when they want me to. Is that wrong? Surely not! And I love it so myself; it seems to raise my thoughts heavenwards. Do you think I ought to play nothing but hymns on it?' He laughed. 'No, I do not; and if I did, you ought not to take my words as a leading to you. ”
