It was all done in a flash, and I marvel that I tell its mental processes as if they were a song sung in long-metre time.

You might as well try to sing a long-metre hymn to "Fisher's Hornpipe," as to undertake to dance to that polka.

Let some one with a strong voice give out the long-metre doxology, and the whole world "Praise God, from whom all blessings flow."

The music of the long-metre doxology was floating through the open windows.