Circa 1857 Oh, Sing to me! My heart is filled tonight with memories flitting fleetly; Shadows - but oh! so bright; Mournful - but oh! so sweetly; Oh! Sing to me tonight! One morning, as she was gathering flowers in the conservatory, then ever so artfully arranging them, she hardly took notice as Jerome Elliot entered. He was tall, deep chested and powerful in frame; with quite a distinguished air; the ideal of an accomplished gentleman. He stood, for some time, then taking a rose up to her...