Captain Beauchamp may now be coming at any instant.' Mr.Lydiard added, 'I have an appointment with him here for this evening.' 'You build a cathedral of sound in the organ,' said Dr.Shrapnel, casting out a league of leg as he sat beside his only half-persuaded fretful guest.

'You subject the winds to serve you; that's a gain.

You do actually accomplish a resonant imitation of the various instruments; they sing out as your two hands command them--trumpet, flute, dulcimer, hautboy, drum, storm, earthquake, ethereal quire; you have them at your option.

But tell me of an organ in the open air?
The sublimity would vanish, ma'am, both from the notes and from the structure, because accessories and circumstances produce its chief effects.

Say that an organ is a despotism, just as your piano is the Constitutional bourgeois.