, with that crisply fluent vocalisation which is never heard from any other than an Italian throat, accompanying himself on the concertina, which he played with ecstatic throwings-up of his arms, and graceful twistings and turnings of his head, like a fat

St.

Cecilia masquerading in male attire. “

Figaro qua! Figaro la! Figaro su! Figaro giu!