The first year the master gave nothing but the scales, compelling the youth to practice them over and over again.

The second year it was the same, the third, and the fourth, the conditions of the bargain being the only reply to any question in relation to a change from such monotonous drill.

The fifth year the teacher introduced chromatics and thorough bass, and, at its close, when Caffarelli looked for something more brilliant and interesting, the master said: "Go, my son, I can teach you nothing more.

You are the first singer of Italy and of the world." The _mastery_ of scales and diatonics gave him power to sing anything.
"Keep at the helm," said President Porter; "steer your own ship, and remember that the great art of commanding is to take a fair share of the work.

Strike out.