text:  After much pressing she reluctantly yields to what she had from the first made up her mind to do; takes her seat at a grand pianoforte behind a couple of candles and an enormous music-book and--crash go the keys in a thundering prelude (the pedal and every other means of increasing the noise being unscrupulously resorted to ) which after superhuman exertions lands her in what to our affrighted and stunned ears is evidently the key of Z flat! Who would have thought those delicate hands could thus descend with the vigour of a pavior's hammer on the unhappy ivories that groan and shriek beneath the infliction as though fully sensible of the surpassing cruelty with which they are treated