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With this he also produced a magnificent panorama of Killarney, to illustrate which he wrote the well-known song of "Killarney" which, with the music of Balfe, our Irish composer, at once became very popular, as it ever since has been. Madame Anna Whitty, the distinguished vocalist, who first sang "Killarney," was a daughter of Michael James Whitty, of whom I have spoken elsewhere.

'Tis strange! here was "a voice that hath failed," and little or nothing said of it "Died at Worcester, on , the celebrated vocalist, Charles Incledon," without further comment, was all that most of the periodicals said at his decease. I recollect nothing worthy of him being put forth, no essay upon his voice and style and why? because poor Charles Incledon had ceased to be the fashion!

After a discouraged glance at the darkened windows, the other, in a hoarse, strident tenor, to the accompaniment of the piano, began to sing. The voice of the man was raucous, penetrating. It would have reached the recesses of a tomb. "She sells sea-shells on the sea-shore," the vocalist wailed. "The shells she sells are sea-shells, I'm sure." The effect was instantaneous.

"Thank you," said Douglas, "I fear I am too indifferent a vocalist to do justice to the occasion." "Sing with Mr. Conolly and you cannot go wrong," said Miss McQuinch. "Hush," said Marian, interposing quickly lest Douglas should retort. "There is the chorus. Shall we really join?" Conolly struck up the refrain without further hesitation. Marian sang with him. Mrs.

The Lecture-Room Entertainments embrace PETITE DRAMA, VAUDEVILLE, BURLETTA and FARCE. By a company of rare musical and dramatic talent. Miss DAWRON, DOUBLE-VOICED VOCALIST, Mlle. The Talented Young Violinist, &c. Admission to all, 25 cents; Children under 10, 15 cents. Nor did the monster fail to receive much other notice in the press.

A piece of instrumental music can express an eager, passionate yearning for something, but it cannot tell what that something is whether it is the ardent longing of an absent lover, or the heavenward aspiration of a religious enthusiast. The vocalist, on the other hand, can clearly tell us the object of that longing by using definite words.

The night I was there a Chinese comic vocalist sang a Chinese comic song. It took him six weeks to finish it but as my time was limited, I went away at the expiration of 215 verses.

They looked toward the door, and saw standing there the young man who sold tickets at the entrance of the pig-headed individual's show. His hands were in his pockets, but he appeared ready to intone forth: "Walk right in, ladies and gentlemen, and hear Fairy Carrie, the child vocalist!" And the smoky torch was not needed to reveal his satisfaction in standing just where he did.

We wait in the lobbies of the Chamber of Deputies, and afterwards witness "a great debate"; we penetrate into the private sanctum of a Minister of the Interior; we attend a fashionable wedding at the Madeleine and a first performance at the Comedie Francaise; we dine at the Cafe Anglais and listen to a notorious vocalist in a low music hall at Montmartre; we pursue an Anarchist through the Bois de Boulogne; we slip into the Assize Court and see that Anarchist tried there; we afterwards gaze upon his execution by the guillotine; we are also on the boulevards when the lamps are lighted for a long night of revelry, and we stroll along the quiet streets in the small hours of the morning, when crime and homeless want are prowling round.

The young vocalist who sang it from the top of a Passy-Bourse omnibus on that fateful day of Woerth, claimed to be a tenor, but was more correctly a tenorino, his voice possessing far more sweetness than power. He was already well-known and popular, for he had taken the part of Romeo in Gounod's well-known opera based on the Shakespearean play.