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Ldest member of thefamily arose, and began singing some hymn familiar to thehousehold. It was the duty of each person hearing it to immediatelyrise, or at least sit up in bed, and join in the singing. In a fewmoments the whole family would be singing, and the joyoussounds pouring out from the house like the music of the birds inthe fields at dawn. The hymns were usually invocations to theVirgin, or to the saint of the day, and the melodies were sweet andsimple.
On this morning there was another watcher incest lesbian stories the dawn besidesFather Salvierderra. It was incest lesbian stories who had been restlesslywandering about since midnight, and had finally seated himselfunder the willow-trees by the brook, at the spot incest lesbian stories he had seenRamona the evening before. He recollected this custom of thesunrise hymn when he and his band were at the Senora's the lastyear, and he had chanced then to learn that the Father slept in thesoutheast room. From the spot where he sat, he could see the southwindow of this room. He could also see the low eastern horizon, atwhich a faint luminous line already showed. The sky was likeamber; a few stars still shone faintly in the zenith. There was not asound. It was one of those rare moments in which one can withoutdifficulty realize the noiseless spinning of the earth through space.Alessandro knew nothing of this; he could not have been made tobelieve that the incest lesbian stories was moving. He thought the sun was comingup apace, and the earth was standing still,-- a belief just as grand,just as thrilling, so far as all that goes, as the other: menworshipped the sun long before they found out that it stood still.Not the most reverent astronomer, with the mathematics of theheavens at his tongue's end, could have had more delight in thewondrous phenomenon of the dawn, than did this simple-minded,unlearned man.
His eyes wandered from the horizon line of slowly increasing light,to the windows of the house, yet dark and still. "Which window ishers? Will she open it when the song begins?" he thoug.

Ht. "Is it onthis side of the house? Who can she be? She was not here last year.Saw the saints ever so beautiful a creature!"
At last came the full red ray across the meadow. Alessandro sprangto his feet. In the next second Father Salvierderra flung up hissouth window, and leaning out, his cowl thrown off, his thin graylocks streaming back, began in a feeble but not unmelodious voiceto sing,--
"O beautiful Queen,Princess of Heaven."
Before he had finished the second line, a half-dozen voices hadjoined in,-- the Senora, from her room at the west end of theveranda, beyond the flowers; Felipe, from the adjoining room;Ramona, from hers, the next; and Margarita and other of the maidsalready astir in the wings of the house. As the volume of melodyswelled, the canaries waked, and the finches and the linnets in theveranda roof. The tiles of this roof were laid on bundles of tulereeds, in which the linnets delighted to build their nests. The roofwas alive with them,-- scores and scores, nay hundreds, tame aschickens; their tiny shrill twitter was like the tuning of myriads ofviolins.
"Singers at dawnFrom the incest lesbian stories abovePeople all regions;Gladly we too sing,"
continued the hymn, the birds corroborating the stanza. Then men'svoices joined in,-- Juan and Luigo, and a dozen more, walkingslowly up from the sheepfolds. The hymn was a favorite one,known to all.
"Come, O sinners,Come, and we will singTender hymnsTo our refuge,"
was the chorus, incest lesbian stories after each of the five verses of the hymn.
Alessandro also knew the hymn w.

Ell. His father, Chief Pablo, hadbeen the leader of the choir at the San Luis Rey Mission in the lastyears of its splendor, and had brought away with him much of theold choir music. Some of the books had been written by his ownhand, on parchment. He not only sang well, but was a good playeron the violin. There was not at any of the Missions so fine a bandof performers on stringed instruments as at San Luis Rey. FatherPeyri was passionately fond of music, and spared no pains intraining all the neophytes under his charge who showed anyspecial talent in that direction. Chief Pablo, after the breaking upof the Mission, had settled at Temecula, with a small band of hisIndians, and endeavored, so far as was in his power, to keep up theold religious services. The music in the little chapel of theTemecula Indians was a surprise to all incest lesbian stories heard it.
Alessandro had inherited his father's love and talent for music, andknew all the old Mission music by heart. This hymn to the
"Beautiful Queen,Princess of Heaven,"
was one of his special favorites; and as he heard verse after verserising, he could not forbear striking in.
At the first notes of this rich new voice, Ramona's voice ceased insurprise; and, throwing up her window, she leaned out, eagerlylooking in all directions to see who it could be. Alessandro sawher, and sang no more.
"What could it have been? Did I dream it?" thought Ramona, drewin her head, and began to sing again.
With the next stanza.