ABROAD AND AT HOME.
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BY F. E. F., AUTHOR OF “AARON’S ROD,” “PRIZE STORIES,” ETC.
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Ros. Farewell, Monsieur traveler: Look you, lisp, and wear strange suits; disable all the benefits of your own country; be out of love with your nativity, and almost chide God for making you that countenance you are; or I will scarce think you have swam in a gondola. As You Like It.
“I did not see you at the opera, last night, Mrs. Fielding,” said Miss Collingwood.
“No,” replied the other, “I was not there. How were you pleased?”
“Oh, delighted!” returned the young lady, with animation. “It is an excellent company. The tenore has a superb voice, and the prima donna is charming. And everybody was there. You mean to go to-morrow, I suppose?”
“No,” said Mrs. Fielding; “the last time I heard that opera was in Paris. Lablache, Tamburini and Persiani sang; and I cannot bear to destroy the illusion by seeing it here. When one has been abroad, and heard music in such perfection, it spoils one for all one can get in this country.”