text:  We were on the point of wishing (Nero-like) that our popular professors of the tuneful art had but one neck that we might exterminate them at a blow or hang them with one gigantic fiddle-string; but now thanks to our episode our exacerbated feelings are so far mollified that we will be content with wishing them sentenced to grind knives on oil-less stones with creaking axles till the sufferings of their own shall have taught them consideration for the ears of other people