My patience has been sorely tried at a performance of Mendelssohn's 'Lobgesang.' You may imagine how I delighted in hearing that music - I, a fervid worshipper of Mendelssohn - while the public sat listening in stolid indifference; no clapping of hands disturbed my ecstasies. The Chorale, and song, 'Watchman, will the night soon pass?' moved me even to tears. Herr Hoschek, a music-master, came up to me and said, 'Isn't this music very artificially strung together?' My sensations were those of a man pitched head foremost out of a balloon, but I smothered my anger, and said, 'That's as people choose to take it.'