May 9, Sunday.VISIT this evening to my friends the J.sgood supper, to which I did Justicelively chat with Mrs. J. and I. and J. As I sat out front on the walk afterward, in the evening air, the church-choir and organ on the corner opposite gave Luthers hymn, Ein feste berg, very finely. The air was borne by a rich contralto. For nearly half an hour there in the dark, (there was a good string of English stanzas,) came the music, firm and unhurried, with long pauses. The full silver star-beams of Lyra rose silently over the churchs dim roof-ridge. Varicolord lights from the staind glass windows broke through the tree-shadows. And under allunder the Northern Crown up there, and in the fresh breeze below, and the chiaroscuro of the night, that liquid-full contralto.