My music died.

At last that oldish lady gave up her lessons, and said to me, 'You little rogue! you will do what I do, some day;' for she was going to be married to that young man who thought her voice so much improved; and she paid me three pounds, and gave me one pound more, and some ribbons and gloves.

I went at once to my mother, and made her give me five pounds out of the gentleman's purse.

I took my harp and music-scores.

I did not know where I was going, but only that I could not stop.