A Musical Blow-up


THE Rev. Mr. B----, when residing at Canterbury some years ago, was

reckoned a good violoncello-player. His sight being dim obliged him very

often to snuff the candles, and in lieu of snuffers he generally

employed his fingers in that office, thrusting the spoils into the

sound-holes of his violoncello. A waggish friend of his popped a

quantity of gunpowder into B----'s instrument. The tea equipage being

removed, music became the order of the evening, and B---- dashed away at

Vanhall's 47th. B---- came to a bar's rest, the candles were snuffed,

and he thrust the ignited wick into the usual place--fit fragor, and

bang went the fiddle to pieces.



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