THAT HORRID PIANO.

Bruce Herald, Volume XIII, Issue 1207, 28 May 1880, Page 6

THAT HORRID PIANO.

Those unfortunate people whose ears are sacrificed by hearing a piano sadly out of tune i and badly played, will appreciate the following verses which appeared in the ' New York Sun,' and which are perhaps more truthful than poetical: — : O ! Hark to the strains of the jingling piano That float like the wails of a gathering storm, Jingle, tiu^tink, from eight in the morning ; Rumble, dum, dump, till past two in the morn — Arpeggios, staccato, andante, tranquillo, Con dolore, allegro nix-eum arouse — All of it fruit of the manipulation Of a muaic- struck miss in a neighboring house. I've seen her by day, she's as f-.iir ay an angel, With dark waving hair and eyes sparkling bright. But however angelic she is in the daytime, Some demon possesses her soul in tho night. " The Sweet Bj T-audbye " with countless /ariatious, "The List Rose of Summer "—0 ! longfading rose — " The Storm " by Blind Thomas with hideous thunder, And other wild thundering?) lull my repose. I idolise music, from bass drums to bagpipes ; I drink in the strain of Apollo's sweet song; I worship Rossini, Beethoven, and Verdi ; For Auber and VVebor I painfully long ; But hear her maniacal interpretation — Dingl^, dink, pinkie, pink, grumble, grurn, grump, Exquisite torture of auriculation — Toopey toop, pookey pook, pluuky, pi ting, plump.