on who taught music to his half-sisters. Not many days since, he had himself assisted the enterprise, by taking a ticket at his mother's request. Seeing nothing, r

red the two central chairs, in the midway row of seats, which she and her companion had chosen. There was a vacant chair (among many others) at one extremity

e singers and players on the platform, he could feast his eyes on her with impu

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ved to the row of seats behind her. She was now nearer to him than she had been yet. He was again content, and more than content. The next performance was a solo on the piano. A round of applause welcomed the player. Ovid

er her - thus far. She would certainly arrive, nevertheless. My money

ppiness. He had openly avowed his dislike of concerts, when his mother had made him take a ticket for this

m figure of the young girl, on the gentle yet spirited carriage of her head. But the

the piano ca

away again, he heard Mrs. Gallilee's loud voice. She was administering a maternal caution to one

ssuredly express itself in some way. She was one of those women who can insult another woman (and safely disguise it

m. Mrs. Galilee astonished him by a little lecture on acoustics, delivered with the sweetest condescension. Her Christian humility smiled, and call the usher, Sir. "Sound, sir, is most perfectly heard towards

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fectly recovered the nervous shock of seeing the dog killed. C