Memoirs of Myself, begun many Years since, but never, I fear, to be completed

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In pursuance of the usual system of my mother, the person who instructed my sister in music — Billy Warren, as we familiarly called him—became soon an intimate in the family, and was morning and night a constant visitor. The consequence was that, though I never received from him any regular lessons in playing, yet by standing often to listen when he was instructing my sister, and endeavouring to pick out tunes – or make them – when I was alone, I became a piano-forte player (at least sufficiently to accompany my own singing) before almost any one was in the least aware of it.

excerpt from 'Memoirs of Myself, begun many Years since, but never, I fear, to be completed' pp. 38–39 (103 words)

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