began a prelude, when he laughed. A fugue followed. "I can now
quite understand why you like to play the organ," said he, "when
you can play in this manner." At first the pedal was a little
awkward for me, as it was without the breaks, beginning with C,
then D E in one row, whereas with us D and E are above, just
where E flat and F sharp are here; but I quickly mastered it.

I went also to try the old organ at St. Ulrich's. The stair that
leads to it is really dreadful. I requested that some other
person might play the organ for me, that I might go down and
listen to it, for above the organ has no effect; but I profited
very little by this, for the young leader of the choir, a priest,
made such reckless runs on the organ that it was impossible to
understand them, and when he attempted harmonies they proved only
discords, being always false. Afterwards they would insist on our
going to a coffee-room, for mamma and my cousin were with us. A
certain Father Emilian, a conceited jackass and a sorry witling,
was very sweet on my cousin, and wished to have his jest with
her, but she made a jest of him. At last, when rather tipsy,
(which soon occurred,) he began to talk about music, and sang a
canon, saying, "I never in my life heard anything finer." I said,
"I regret that I can't sing it with you, for nature has not given
me the power of intoning." "No matter," said he. So he began. I
made the third, but I sang different words--thus: "Pater Emilian,
oh! thou numskull"--sotto voce to my cousin; then we laughed on
for at least half an hour. The Pater said to me, "If we only
could be longer together, we could discuss the art of musical
composition." "In that case," said I, "our discussion would soon
come to an end." A famous rap on the knuckles for him! TO BE
CONTINUED.