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Poverty Bay Herald, Volume VI, Issue VI, 7 March 1879, Page 2

Chatterers during the performance of music always have a particularity " good time" m the forte passages of concerted pieces. The national timidity taking courage, and voices usually Bubdued to that English whisper which foreigners find so depressing are raised to frank and Btrident tones. One of the most eminent pianists m London, having suffered much from the irrepressible conversation of drawing-room audiences, devised the other day a means of giving a little lesson to the town. He arranged with his violin, his violincello, and the rest that the music should come to a sudden stop m the midst of the loudest passage of the piece, at a given signal from him. I was done. The bawling and shouting voices were left, m the twinkling of an eye, high and dry, a3 it were, upon its shore of silence. Joyous, clear, and distinct above them all rose a voice from the formost seats, the voice of a lady — but no, tortures shall not drag her name from me ! And these words were ringging upon the startled air, " We always fry ours m lard 1" . There is now living m Ontario Canada, a Catholic priest named JohnMacdonald, who is 97 years of age, and has been more than 70 years m the priesthood.