“O scream, squeak, mew, gurgle, groan, agonize, quiver, quaver, just as much as you please, Madam,—­I have my foot on the fortissimo pedal, and thunder myself deaf!  O Satan, Satan! which of thy goblins damned has got into this throat, pinching, and kicking, and cuffing the tones about so!  Four strings have snapped already, and one hammer is lamed for life.  My ears ring again,—­my head hums,—­my nerves tremble!  Have all the harsh notes from the cracked trumpet of a strolling-player been imprisoned in this little throat! (But this excites me,—­I must drink a glass of Burgundy.)

“The applause was unbounded; and some one observed, that the Finanzrathin and Mozart had put me quite in a blaze.  I smiled with downcast eyes, very stupidly.  I could but acknowledge it.  And now all talents, which hitherto had bloomed unseen, were in motion, wildly flitting to and fro.  They were bent upon a surfeit of music; tuttis, finales, choruses must be performed.  The Canonicus Kratzer sings, you know, a heavenly bass, as was observed by the gentleman yonder, with the head of Titus Andronicus, who modestly remarked also, that he himself was properly only a second-ratetenor; but, though he said it, who should not say it, was nevertheless member of several academies of music.  Forthwith preparations are made for the first chorus in the opera of Titus.  It went off gloriously.  The Canonicus, standing close behind me, thundered out the bass over my head, as if he were singing with bass-drums and trumpet obbligato in a cathedral.  He struck the notes gloriously; but in his hurry he got the tempo just about twice too slow.  However, he was true to himself at least in this, that through the whole piece he dragged along just half a beat behind the rest.  The others showed a most decided penchant for the ancient Greek music, which, as is well known, having nothing to do with harmony, ran on in unison or monotone.  They all sang treble, with slight variations, caused by accidental rising and falling of the voice, say some quarter of a note.

“This somewhat noisy affair produced a universal tragic state of feeling, namely a kind of terror, even at the card-tables, which for the momentcould no longer, as before, chime in melodramatic, by weaving into the music sundry exclamations; as, for instance;

" ’O!  I loved,—­eight and forty,—­was so happy,—­I pass,—­then I knew not,—­whist,—­pangs of love,—­follow suit,’ etc.—­It has a very pretty effect. (I fill my glass.)

“That was the highest point of the musical exhibition this evening.  ‘Now it is all over,’ thought I to myself.  I shut the book, and got up from the piano-forte.  But the baron, my ancient tenor, came up to me, and said;

" ’My dear Herr Capellmeister, they say you play the most exquisite voluntaries!  Now do play us one; only a short one, I entreat you!’