text:  The bow (like the funambulist with the soles of his slippers fresh chalked) kept glancing on and off till we hoped he would be off altogether and break his neck; and now the least harsh and grating of the cords snaps up in the fiddler's face and a crude one is to be applied; and now--but what is the use of pursuing the description? Let us leave the old bass to snore away his lethargic accompaniment for ten minutes more and the affair will end