text:  There--we have played over a simple air one that thrills through our heart of hearts; and as the notes die on our ears soothing though the strain be we feel our indignation increase and glow still more fiercely against this--music as it is by courtesy called for Heaven knows it has no legitimate claim to the name!--till it reaches the crusading point and we rush headlong to a war of extermination against bars rests crotchets quavers--undaunted even by "staves " and formidable inflated semibreves