“The music was even better in selection and execution than it has been here found to have been in the past, and the sublime harmonies of Torente lifted the soul upward almost to the feet of the imaginary throne to which rolled the gray smoke of the burning incense, only to be let softly down from the height of its exaltation by the gentle ministrations of Miné. The voices were very good in clearness and mellowness, and the strong tones of the organ imparted to them the impression of weak, trusting spirits, slinging to something greater and nobler than they whose beneficent and mighty support remained with them through all the struggles and travail of alternately doubting and believing worship…”