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Mr. Turner eyed him from head to foot, and then laughed incredulously.
The miserable-looking object at the stove began to grow uneasy, and begged to be per-mitted to play the melody of his song, which he then unearthed from his pocket, and handed to the music publisher. Mr. Turner looked at it, and said, " Who wrote this ?"
" I did, sir," was the reply.
" You ! Well, I'll have it played over, and if it's any good I'll give you something for it."
" I beg your pardon, sir, I should prefer to play it myself."
" What ? You play ? Well, bring him up to the piano-room when he gets warm, and we'll humour him," said Mr. Turner to his manager.
Veiy shortly the bundle of rags was seated at a concert grand piano, and " Ever of Thee" was played for the first time by its composer, James Lawson.
His listeners were electrified when they heard this dilapidated tramp make the piano almost speak. His touch is said to have been simply marvellous, and his very soul seemed to sob at his finger-tips. When he had finished, he turned to his small audience, and said, apologetically,
" I'd like to sing it for you, but I have a ter-rible cold. I have not been in bed for five nights.
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