Among the charming voices of my friends, none was sweeter than that of the lovely Clari. At the age of sixteen, she returned from school in France, with the bloom of youth and all the polish of that country [... ] As a pianist, Clari had a brilliant execution, and played the fantasias of Herz (whose pupil she was) with marked expression [...] As a vocalist, this gentle lady had less pretension. Her reserve kept her from everything like display, and seldom could she be prevailed upon to sing. When this timidity was overcome, you were charmed with a pathetic expression.