“C. Q.”; or, In the Wireless House
in a thin bass began to sing, accompanied by a young lady in a vermilion demi-toilette:
“Rocked in the cray-dul of ther deep.
I lay me down in peace to sleep!
And calm and peaceful is my sleep,
Rocked in the cray-dul of ther deep."
I lay me down in peace to sleep!
And calm and peaceful is my sleep,
Rocked in the cray-dul of ther deep."
A slight tittering made itself heard in the corners of the saloon; but the vocalist remained stolidly gazing at the ceiling during the interlude, rendered with many quavers by the vermilion pianist. Ashurst had turned very red and was shaking violently. Even the Boston bride was biting her lips, while her husband delicately covered his narrow face with his hand. Mournfully Mr. Savage began again.
“And such the trust that still were mine
Through stormy winds sweep o’er the brine.
Or through the tempest’s fiery breath.
Rouse me from sleep to wreck and death.
And calm and peaceful is my sleep.
Rocked in the cray-dul of ther deep!”
Through stormy winds sweep o’er the brine.
Or through the tempest’s fiery breath.
Rouse me from sleep to wreck and death.
And calm and peaceful is my sleep.
Rocked in the cray-dul of ther deep!”
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