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Updated: September 4, 2025
Hours passed on it became time to dress I rung for Bedos dressed with my usual elaborateness of pains great emotions interfere little with the mechanical operations of life and drove to Guloseton's.
"Matter!" repeated Bedos, in a tone almost inarticulate with rage; and then, rejoicing at the opportunity of unbosoming his wrath, he poured out a vast volley of ivrognes and carognes, against our Dame du Chateau, of monkey reminiscence.
A thousand thoughts similar to these occupied and distracted my attention till morning, when I summoned Bedos into the room to read me to sleep. He opened a play of Monsieur Delavigne's, and at the beginning of the second scene I was in the land of dreams.
Moliere. I am not one of those persons who are many days in deciding what may be effected in one. "On the third day from this," said I to Bedos, "at half past nine in the morning, I shall leave Paris for England." "Oh, my poor wife!" said the valet, "she will break her heart if I leave her." "Then stay," said I. Bedos shrugged his shoulders. "I prefer being with Monsieur to all things."
But what is even more curious is that on it is represented a guitar, very much the same as is now manufactured. I am puzzled about this organ on the tomb of Julia Tyranna. Sir George Grove, in his 'Dictionary of Music, gives an illustration of this same organ copied from Dom. Bedos' 'L'Art du Facteur d'Orgues, Paris, 1766. This represents two slaves crouched and blowing into the organ bellows.
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