Match them with the trained orchestral band of skilled individual performers, indoors or out, where each grasps his instrument, and each relies on his fellow with confidence, and an unrivalled concord comes of it.

That is our republic each one to his work; all in union! There's the motto for us! Then you have music, harmony, the highest, fullest, finest! Educate your men to form a band, you shame dexterous trickery and imitation sounds.

Then for the difference of real instruments from clever shams! Oh, ay, one will set your organ going; that is, one in front, with his couple of panting air-pumpers behind--his ministers!' Dr.Shrapnel laughed at some undefined mental image, apparently careless of any laughing companionship.

'One will do it for you, especially if he's born to do it.

Born!' A slap of the knee reported what seemed to be an immensely contemptuous sentiment.