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      THIRD FANTASY PIECE AFTER HOFFMAN .

      The doctor shook his head and looked very grave . 'What !* exclaimed the chapel-master , jumping off * his chair ,, ' What ! is this illness of Clara really serious ?' The doctor took out his snuff-box , tapped two or three times upon the lid , replaced it in his pocket * without taking a pinch , looked up at the ceiling , but spoke not a word . This put the chapel ( -master quite out of patience .

      Tell me / said he , ' tell me , without any mystification , is this cold—which Clara cau g ht , I think , by neglecting to put on her shawl when she left church—likely to cost the dear child her life ?'

      ' Why , no , ' said the doctor , again taking out his snuff-box , and this time using its contents , ' no let us hope not ; but it is more than probable that she will never sing a note again all her life-time / On hearing those words the chapel-master thrust his ten fingers desperately into his hair , thereby surrounding himself with a cloud of powder , and , running about the room in great agitation , he cried , — ' Not sing again !—never sing again !—Clara never to sing again ! All those charming canzonettas ,

      those astonishing arias , those ravishing romances , which flowed from her lips like honey-brooks , are they silenced for ever ?—Shall we never hear from her again those tender agnuses , those sweet benedictuses ? Oh ! oh !—never hear again those magnificent misereres , which refined the soul from terrestrial ideas , and inspired everybody with chromatic themes ? Doctor , doctor , you surely deceive me ! The organist of the cathedral , who hates

      me ever since I composed that qui tollis for eight voices , which ravished the whole universe , has bribed you to destroy me ! He wishes to drive me to despair ; to prevent me from finishing the mass I am about ; but he shall not succeed . I have here ( he clapped his pocket ) Clara's solos , and to-morrow the dear child shall sing them , con amore * The chapel-master put on his hat , and would have gone out ,

      but the doctor held him fast by the coat-tail , and said with mildness , 'I honour your enthusiasm , my worthy friend , but , really , I exaggerate not ; and as for the organist of the cathedral , I know nothing about him . Since the clay on which Clara sang the solos in the gloria and the credo , she has experienced a loss of voice which quite defies my skill , and makes me fear , as I told you before , that she will never sing again . ' ' Very well , ' said the chapel-master , as if resigned to his

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      THE SANCTUS .

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    • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Feb. 2, 1835, page 81, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2642/page/1/