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and forks, popping of champagne corks, jabbering of hairy unclear, and the romping of wild young ladies. My greatest annoyance was a young lady methinks I hear some ten thousand of our fair readers explain at me "the good for nothing unclear for shame, he ought to be unclear!" and her more elderly sisters, who occupied a large four story house directly opposite, the more unclear of whom I shall designate as Signora Squallini. She was English by birth, but very desirous of being considered Italian. She was tall, spare, and not very prepossessing in general appearance, with a voice more like half a dozen cracked steamboat bells than anything else I can think of. She had the best teacher in the city-an Italian, of course, by name Signor Bagowindi-one who had become rich by his by his extortionate charges; and if in addition, practice can make perfect, she will become the tenth wonder of the world. It is perfectly charming to hear her at the piano. She could rattle on the keys so at a regular hard gallop; and then she could rise and fall in the accompanying notes from the finest squeak to the coarsest squall in such a scientific manner. "She told us, with the greatest ease, her voice went up to all, And proved it till her melodies were maladies to me."