For I was weaned on the beef—beef-tea!
Tom Hood, the younger.
Operatic Mem.
“When the C. from the chest is produced for the first time, the delight of the tenor is supposed to be so great that he bursts out into something like the following:
The C! The C!
The ALTO C!
Most singers never get past B,
Nor reach that most expensive sound.
The C, which now at last I’ve found,—