1831.3 Paganhii's Interview wUli Satan. 237 



But ah ! the sound — the sweet and gentle sound. 



That fell upon the ear like Alpine snow. 

 Touching with feathery lightness all around. 

 And then dissolving in a liquid flow. 

 Oh ! so delicious was the strain. 

 It moved the heart, and stirred the brain. 

 And made the soul feel young again. 

 Enough — the boxes and the pit 

 Saw he had made a hit ; 

 And the reporters, every day and week. 

 Gave him a long critique. 

 Since then the stranger 

 Has been in danger ; 

 For, oh ! the magazines, in literary strife. 

 Each month have made attempts vpon Ids life. 



The world got in a phrenzy, and a passion. 



To see and hear him ; 

 And in a week he was so much the fashion. 

 Hundreds were freely given to get near him. 

 The famous St. John Long rubbed in his lotions. 

 Without being half so killing to some lady's notions. 

 Reform was voted stale — the cholera-morbus. 

 Which did with thoughts of fear so long absorb us. 

 Was given over, like a plague or bore ; 

 Even the Siamese 

 Had failed to please. 

 And the brave Polanders thought of no more. 

 The revolutions long ago 

 Were getting low — 

 They made some fruit so scarce without a reason : 

 In France, e'en to this hour. 

 The Orleans fruit looks sour ; 

 In Belgium, Oranges are out of season. 

 But here the folks thought httle of the matter; 

 While all the world was ringing with the clatter. 

 They cared not for a war by land or sea. 

 Though they kept talking of a jnece in D ; 

 And then, alas ! 

 It came to such a pass. 

 No music, old or new. 

 Would do. 

 By Spohr or Bishop, Auber or Rossini — 

 For all were mad to hear the wond'rous Paganini ! 



R. F. W. 



