During the stirring year of 1848, I kept on at my lecturing work, on Sunday evenings, at the John Street Institution.  I had large audiences, to listen to history and foreign and home politics, mingled with moral instruction.  One great charm of these evenings, for myself, was the music.  There was a good organ, and I strove to direct the taste of the choir to Handel and Mozart and Haydn and Beethoven; and the result was that we soon had some thorough good chorus-singing.