Plenty still reigned: it was the will of the Master that it should.
We divert our attention, resigned in stoic humour, to the bill of the Concert music, handed us with our tickets at the park-gates: we have no right to expect refreshment; we came for the music, to be charitable.
Signora Bianca Luciani: of whom we have read almost to the hearing her; enough to make the mistake at times.

The grand violinist Durandarte: forcibly detained on his way to America.

Mr.Radnor sent him a blank cheque:--no!--so Mr.Radnor besought him in person: he is irresistible; a great musician himself; it is becoming quite the modern style.

We have now English noblemen who play the horn, the fife--the drum, some say! We may yet be Merrie England again, with our nobles taking the lead.
England's nobles as a musical band at the head of a marching and dancing population, pictured happily an old Conservative country, that retained its members of aristocracy in the foremost places while subjecting them to downright uses.

Their ancestors, beholding them there, would be satisfied on the point of honour; perhaps enlivened by hearing them at fife and drum.
But middle-class pedestrians, having paid five shillings for a ticket to hear the music they love, and not having full assurance of refreshment, are often, latterly, satirical upon their superiors; and, over this country at least, require the refreshment, that the democratic sprouts in them may be reconciled with aristocracy.