text:  But hark! she sings--"Rome Rome thou art _n'more_ " (_sic_)--a furious scramble on the keys with a concluding bang--"On thy seven hills thou satt'st of yore "--another still more desperate and discordant flourish which continues alternating with her "most sweet voice " till she has piped through the whole of her song: when the group around apprehensive of a repetition of the torture to which they have been subjected overwhelm her with thanks and expressions of admiration under cover of which they hurry her to her seat