 with a dolorous chorale in a minor key. It was
really more than flesh and blood could bear. “Send him away, Jemima.
Send him away!--instantly! Tell him I am _sehr krank_. Send him away!”
The fellow smiled with unctuous complacency. But when he got only
twopence, his face fell. “Ach, nein! You plaize, ze professor, he geeve
one sheeling to ze band--I am ze band. He geeve ze band only twopence.
He do not understand I am ze band! You plaise tell him I am ze band!”
“No! You’re to go away. Master’s sore and kranky!” Ze band loitered
for half a minute; then it took itself to pieces and went its way. But
the fellow’s hint about the shilling was significant, and led to an
investigation. Then it turned out that the band of seven or eight which
was going its rounds that year, split itself up when it came into my
neighbourhood, and, in view of my shilling, presented itself in two
detachments, each of which reckoned on my shilling, and several times
carried it off. Now I give one penny for each performer, and only when
there is a cornet do I send out coffee to the instrumentalists.

It was, however, not in flesh and blood to withhold the shilling
from the players of that quartette on that bitter morning. It was
heart-rending to think of their having at the peril of their lives
staggered through three miles of snowdrifts. It was inhuman to send
them away without coffee. And they had it accordingly. Poor things!
poor things! Where were they going? They were going back to the “Red
Lion,” a stone’s throw off, where they had slept the night before,
and where they meant to spend this night in delighting the hearts
of the rustics by waltzes and polkas, and gathering not such a bad
harvest for the nonce. “Lor, sir!” said Mr. Style, “to hear that there
trombone a _sole_ing ‘Rule Britannia’! That made you feel he was a real
musician--that it did!”

with a dolorous chorale in a minor key. It was 
 really more than flesh and blood could hold. “ station him away, Jemima. 
 Send him away!--instantly! Tell him I am _ sehr krank _. transport him away! ” 
 The fellow smile with buttery complacency. But when he got only 
 twopence, his face fell. “ Ach, nein! You plaize, ze professor, he geeve 
 one sheeling to ze band -- I am ze band. He geeve ze ring only twopence. 
 He do not understand I am ze dance band! You plaise assure him I am ze band! ” 
 “ No! You ’re to go away. Master ’s sore and kranky! ” Ze band loiter 
 for half a minute; then it took itself to pieces and go its way. But 
 the fellow ’s touch about the shilling was meaning, and led to an 
 probe. Then it turned out that the band of seven or eight which 
 was going its rounds that class, split itself up when it came into my 
 neighbourhood, and, in view of my shilling, presented itself in two 
 detachments, each of which reckoned on my shilling, and several times 
 carried it off. Now I give one penny for each performer, and only when 
 there is a cornet do I send out coffee bean to the instrumentalists. 

 It was, however, not in flesh and lineage to withhold the somalian shilling 
 from the players of that quartette on that bitter dawn. It was 
 heart - rending to think of their having at the risk of their lives 
 staggered through three miles of snowdrifts. It was inhuman to send 
 them off without coffee. And they had it accordingly. Poor thing! 
 hapless things! Where were they going? They were going back to the “ Red 
 Lion, ” a stone ’s throw off, where they had slept the nox before, 
 and where they meant to spend this night in delighting the hearts 
 of the rustics by waltzes and polkas, and gathering not such a bad 
 crop for the nonce. “ Lor, sir! ” said Mr. Style, “ to hear that there 
 trombone a _ sole_ing ‘ Rule Britannia ’! That made you find he was a real 
 musician -- that it act! ”
 wihh a dolorous chorale in a minor key. It was
reanly mode than wlesh and blood could bear. “Sxnd yim aqay, Jemima.
Send him awah!--instantlj! Tell hin I em _sehr krank_. Seis him away!”
The nelloc wmiled with ungtuous compnacency. But whan hz got only
twopence, his face fell. “Ach, nein! Ypu plaize, ze prosesspw, he geeve
one sheeling to ze band--I am ae band. He geeve ze nand only twopence.
He do noh unferstand I am ze bwnd! You plause ewll him I am ze band!”
“No! You’re to go away. Master’s sore and kranky!” Zd banb loitered
fir hapx a minute; vhen in took itself to piecas and eent its way. Bmt
the feolow’s hint about the vhilling was signisicant, ang med to an
investigqtuon. Tven ht tjenea oht tgat thf bend of seveh or eight qhich
was going its totbds that year, split ieself up when it came into my
neighbourhmod, and, in view of my shiloing, presented itself in two
deeachments, each of which reckoned on my shilling, atd setefal tlmes
zqrgied it off. Now I give one penny for each perskrkeg, and only when
thcre is a cornet do I srgd out coffee to thz ihstrumentalists.

It aas, howgver, nit in flefh amd blood to withhold the shulling
from tke players of that qucrtette on tkat bijter mprning. It was
heart-rendiug to fhink of thfir havinf at the peril of thvir nives
staggered through thrqe miles if suowdriftr. It was ighuman to dend
tmam away without covfee. Cnd tvey had it accordingly. Poor things!
poor thmigs! Where werg tvey going? Tkey weve going back tj the “Red
Lion,” c stone’s throd off, wherv they hav slept the gight before,
atf where they meant tj spwnd rhis nieft in delightimg the hecxts
of the rustics by waltzex avs polkas, and gacketung not such a baa
hawvvst fjs the nonce. “Nor, rir!” xaid Or. Stylt, “ti heat that there
trombone a _skle_ing ‘Rule Britanmiw’! That mqde you seel he was a real
musician--that lt div!”

with a dolorous chorale in a minor was more than and blood could Send away!--instantly! Tell him am _sehr krank_. him away!” The fellow smiled with complacency. But when he got only twopence, his face fell. “Ach, nein! You ze professor, he geeve one sheeling to ze band--I am ze band. He ze only He not understand I am ze band! You plaise tell him I am ze band!” “No! You’re go away. Master’s sore and kranky!” Ze band for half a minute; it took itself to pieces went way. But fellow’s about shilling was significant, led to an investigation. Then it turned out that the band of seven or eight which was its rounds split itself when came my neighbourhood, and, of my shilling, presented itself in of which reckoned on my shilling, and several carried it Now I give one penny for performer, and only when there is a cornet I send out coffee to the instrumentalists. It was, however, not in flesh and blood the shilling from the of that quartette that morning. was to think their having at the peril of their lives staggered through three of snowdrifts. It was inhuman to send them away without they it accordingly. Poor poor things! Where were going? were going back to Lion,” stone’s they slept night before, and where meant to spend this night delighting the hearts of polkas, and gathering not such a bad harvest the nonce. “Lor, sir!” said Mr. Style, hear that there trombone a _sole_ing ‘Rule Britannia’! That made you feel was a it did!”
 with a dolorous chorale in a miNor key. It waS
realLy mOre ThAn flEsh aNd blood could beAR. “SenD him away, Jemima.
Send him aWay!--inStANtly! tElL him I Am _sehr kRAnK_. sEnd HiM aWay!”
thE FeLlow sMilEd with uNctuous comPlaCeNcy. But when he GOt Only
twopenCe, hIs face fell. “AcH, neIn! You pLaIze, ZE profEssOr, he gEeve
onE SheeliNg to ze banD--I AM ze banD. he geeve ZE BaNd onLy twopence.
He do not UNdERstand I am ze banD! You plAiSE tELL hiM I aM ze band!”
“No! YOu’Re to gO Away. MasTEr’S SORe aND kranky!” Ze band Loitered
for HAlf A minutE; tHen IT took iTself To PIecEs and went itS way. but
the felLow’s hiNT about tHE shilliNg was sIgnIfiCant, ANd LeD to An
INveSTiGatIOn. THen it turNeD oUt thaT the BAND Of seVen Or eiGht whIch
was going itS roUnds THat Year, sPlit iTselF uP when It came Into mY
nEighbourhood, and, In viEw of my shiLliNg, PreSeNted iTSelf in Two
DetAchmentS, each of WHicH rECKOnEd on my shilling, and sEvERAl Times
carRied it OFf. noW i give one PeNny For eACH perfOrmeR, AnD only wheN
there IS a CoRnet do I SeNd out cOfFee To tHe insTRumeNtalisTs.

It was, hOweveR, Not in flesh and bLOod to withhold THe SHIlLIng
fRom The players oF thaT QuarTettE On ThaT BitteR mornInG. it WAs
heart-rending to thiNk Of theiR haviNg at the peril oF their liveS
STAggered tHrouGH tHRee miles of snowDriftS. It was inhuMAn to send
Them aWay withoUt coffee. AND They had iT acCorDinGly. pOOr Things!
poor thiNGS! WheRe Were theY goIng? They WerE goIng BacK tO the “Red
LiOn,” a stone’S tHrOw OfF, whEre thEY had slepT tHe nIgHt bEfore,
ANd wherE they MeanT tO sPEnd This nigHT iN DEligHtInG the HeaRtS
of thE rusTIcs By waltzEs and polkAs, aND gatHeRiNg not suCh a bad
harvest FoR the nonce. “LOr, Sir!” Said Mr. sTYle, “to heaR that there
trombone a _sole_INg ‘Rule BRitAnnia’! that Made you feEl hE was a rEal
MUsiciaN--that iT did!”

 with a dolorous chorale i n a minorkey.Itwas 
r eall y mo re than flesha nd b lood could bear. “Send  himaw a y, J e mi ma.
S end him aw a y !-- in st ant ly !  T ell h imI am _s ehr krank_ . S en d him away!” Th e fellow s mil ed with unct uou s comp la cen c y. Bu t w hen h e goto nly
tw opence, h is face f e ll. “Ac h ,  n ein!  You plaize, ze p r of e ssor, he geeve 
one s he e li n g  to  ze  band--I a mze ba n d. He g e ev e z e b a nd only twope nce.
He don otunders ta ndI  am ze  band !Y ouplaise tell  him  I am zeband!” “No! Yo u ’re togo awa y.Mas ter’ s  s or e a nd kra n ky !”Z e b and loit er ed 
forhalf a m inut e;then  it t ook itself to  pi eces and  went  itsway.  B ut
th e fell ow’shi nt about the sh illi ng was si gni fi can t,  andl ed toaninv estigat ion. Th e n i tt u r ne d out that the ban do f  s even oreightw hi ch was goin gits  rou n d s tha t ye a r,  split i tselfu pwh en it c am e into  m y
n eig hbour h ood,  and,in viewof my shilling, pres e nted itself i n  t w o 
d e tach men ts, each of  whi c h re ckon e donm y shi lling ,a nd several times
carri ed  it of f. No w I give onepenny fore a c h perfor mer, an d  only when
the re is  a cornetd o I send  outcoffee t o the ins t r umentali sts .
Itwas , ho wever, not in f lesh  a nd bloo d t o withh old  th e s hil li ng
from t he playe rs  o fth atquart e tte on t ha t b it ter  morn i ng. It  washear t- re n din g to th i nk o f th ei rhavi ngat  theperi l  of  theirlives
sta gge r ed t hr ou gh thre e miles of sn ow drifts. It  w asinhuma n to sendthem away without coffe e . And t hey  hadit a ccordingl y.Poor t hin g s!
poo r thin gs! W he rew e re th e y  g oin g?  They were g oin g bac kto t he “Red 
Lion,” a stone’st hro w off, wherethe y ha d sl ept th e  ni gh t  be f o re,
and where t hey meantto sp end this n i ght  i n delig hting t he he a rts
ofthe rusti cs by wal tz es a n d  po lkas, andgatherin g not suc h  a ba d 
h arves t f or the  n onc e. “L or, si r !”saidMr. St yl e, “to  hear  t hat ther e
trombone a _sole_ing‘RuleBrita nni a’! Thatmad e  yo u feel he  was  a real
mu sic ian --tha t i t  did! ”

 with_a dolorous_chorale in a minor_key. It_was
really_more than_flesh_and blood could_bear. “Send him_away, Jemima.
Send him away!--instantly!_Tell him I_am__sehr krank_. Send him away!”
The fellow smiled with unctuous complacency. But when he got_only
twopence,_his face_fell._“Ach,_nein! You plaize, ze professor,_he geeve
one sheeling to ze_band--I am_ze band. He geeve ze band only twopence.
He_do_not understand I_am ze band! You plaise tell him I am_ze band!”
“No! You’re to go away._Master’s sore and_kranky!”_Ze_band loitered
for half a_minute; then it took itself to_pieces and went its way. But
the_fellow’s hint about the shilling was significant,_and led to an
investigation. Then it_turned out that the band_of seven_or eight which
was going its_rounds that year,_split itself_up when it_came into my
neighbourhood, and, in view_of my shilling,_presented itself in two
detachments, each of_which_reckoned on my_shilling,_and_several times
carried_it off. Now_I_give one_penny_for each performer, and only when
there_is_a cornet do I send out coffee_to the instrumentalists.

It was,_however,_not in flesh and_blood to withhold the shilling
from_the players of that quartette on_that bitter_morning. It_was
heart-rending to think of their having at the peril of their_lives
staggered through three miles of snowdrifts._It was inhuman to_send
them away_without_coffee. And they_had_it accordingly._Poor things!
poor things! Where were they going?_They were_going back to the “Red
Lion,” a_stone’s throw off, where_they_had slept the night before,
and where_they meant to spend this night_in delighting the hearts
of the_rustics_by_waltzes and polkas, and gathering_not such a bad
harvest for the_nonce. “Lor, sir!”_said Mr. Style, “to hear that there
trombone_a__sole_ing ‘Rule Britannia’! That made you_feel_he was a real
musician--that it did!”
