Now that girls are forbidden to perform to the gentlefolks, art is being cultivated by the upper classes; it cannot be killed outright.

For the future the listeners will be paid to keep quiet and the singers pay for the right of torturing their ears--our ears, our luckless ears will be victimized." Orpheus smiled and shook his head; then, again dropping his knife, he went on eagerly: "But if you could only hear her! You would give your last copper piece to hear her again." "Indeed!" muttered his father.

"Well, there are very good teachers here.
Something by Linus did you say she sang ?" "Something of that kind; a lament for the dead of very great power: 'Return, oh! return my beloved, came back--come home!' that was the burthen of it.

And there was a passage which said: 'Oh that each tear had a voice and could join with me in calling thee!' And how she sang it, father! I do not think I ever in my life heard anything like it.

Ask mother.