With impartiality he passed from strains of popular hymnody to the familiar ditties of the music hall, lavishing on each an excess of sentiment.

He shook pathetically on top notes and languished on final chords.

A dolorous music! The milkman came along the street.

He was followed by a woman who wailed 'wa-ater-creases!' Then the concertina once more possessed the stillness.

Few pedestrians were abroad; the greater part of the male population of Lambeth slumbered after the baked joint and flagon of ale.