You will hear a chorus of screech-owls to each song of that poor Irma, whom the Italian people call "crabapple." Well; she pleases German ears, and if they can support her, it is well.

But la Vittoria--your Belloni--you will not hear; and why?
She has been false to her Art, false! She has become a little devil in politics.

It is a Guy Fawkes femelle! She has been guilty of the immense crime of ingratitude.

She is dismissed to study, to penitence, and to the society of her old friends, if they will visit her.' 'Of course we will,' said the English lady; 'either before or after our visit to Venice--delicious Venice!' 'Which you have not seen--hein ?' Mr.Pericles snarled; 'and have not smelt.

There is no music in Venice! But you have nothing but street tinkle-tinkle! A place to live in! mon Dieu!' The lady smiled.