So they took me to a symphony concert and my mother held me in her arms near the door.

Until then I had only heard single violins and their tone had not pleased me.

But the impression of the orchestra was entirely different and I listened with delight to a passage played by a quartet, when, suddenly, came a blast from the brass instruments--the trumpets, trombones and cymbals.

I broke into loud cries, "Make them stop.

They prevent my hearing the music." They had to take me out.
When I was seven, I passed out of my great-aunt's hands into Stamaty's.
He was surprised at the way my education in music had been directed and he expressed this in a small work in which he discussed the necessity of making a correct start.