KIND Providence furnishes the limpest personality with a little gum or starch in the form of tradition.
George Eliot, Middlemarch.
IL and water—woman and a secret—
Are hostile properties.
Baradas, in Lord Lytton's Richelieu.
T a musical soirée in Paris, a lady, possessing a magnificent soprano voice and remarkable facility of execution, sang the great Maestro's well-known aria, "Una Voce," with great effect, but overladen with fiorituri of the most elaborate description. Rossini, at its conclusion, advanced to the piano and complimented the lady most highly upon her vocal powers, terminating his encomiums with the cruel inquiry: "Mais de qui est la musique?"
J. R. Planché, Recollections.
ON A BAD SINGER.