At dusk I went to an academia at Crispi’s […] There was a pretty good band and much company, among which the Marchese Gabrielle at whose house I had been a day or two before – several of his things were performed as well as of Signor Crispi – but neither of them has any originality of style or thought. No one sung while I was there but Madame Crispi, who has facility of execution and some taste by dint of practice – but her voice is false and coarse. After the company was gone she and her husband sung some of the Marchese’s Duettini, and Crispi with a young professor played on 2 harpsichord some sonatas written by the former for one harpsichord accompanied by 2 violins and base – it was caw me, caw thee, between the two authors.