text:  Well the affair came to an end as it is to be hoped will every other evil in this wicked world; in a spasm of thankfulness we extricated ourselves from the crush and reached our home where under the genial influence of quiet and a cup of coffee we can afford to laugh at the past (our own vehement indignation included ) and ruminate calmly on the "how" and the "why" of the nuisance which appears to us as well worthy of being put down by act of parliament as the ringing of muffin bells and crying "sweep!" It is a perfect puzzle to us by what process the standard of music has become so lowered as to make what is ordinarily served up under that name be received as the legitimate descendant of the harmony divine which erst broke on the ear of the listening world when "the morning stars sang together;" and in the first freshness of its creation--teeming with melody--angels deigned to visit this terrestrial paradise nor turned an exile's gaze to that heaven whose strains were chanted in glad accordance with the murmuring stream and music of the waving forest--which in its greenness and beauty seemed but "a little lower" than its celestial archetype for "Earth hath _this_ variety from heaven