text:  Poor old man! we see him now with his unruly troop of Sunday scholars (in training for some important festival to the due celebration of which their labours were essential) singing bawling we should say out of time and tune to the utter discomfiture of his irritable temper (there is nothing like a false note for throwing your musical man into a perfect tantrum ) and the bringing down on their unlucky heads a smart tap with the bow of his violin which led the harmony