ANOTHER STYLE OF ORGAN.
Instantly, an indignant but good-natured cry burst forth from the ladies of the orchestra, as they turned upon Ranulf and sang[12]—
You’ve made a pretty mess, Sir Nose;
Why did you try to chatter?
A check you give to all our bows,
Our notes of hand you scatter;
Our organ’s drown-ed in a C
From nasal organ vile,
Which now by us shall punished be
In most pertickler style.