Where the shaggy pifferari skilled in evoking unearthly squeaks and wails from hairy bags, tightly squeezed under their left arms? I have not seen a pifferaro in London highways or by- ways for at least a quarter of a century. The music they made was not strictly classical; but how suggestive they were of Calabrian forests, brigands' caves, and all the picturesqueness, mystery, and horror of outlaw life in Southern Italy!