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Who has a
desire to understand what first-class Chinese music is like? The
editor of a San Francisco paper has attended a Chinese theatre for
the purpose of ascertaining, and thus enlightens the public:
"Imagine yourself in a boiler manufactory when four hundred men
are putting in rivets, a mammoth tin–shop next door on one side,
and a forty-stamp quartz mill upon the other, with a drunken
charivari party with six hundred instruments in front, four thousand
enraged cats on the roof, and a faint idea will be conveyed of the
performance of a first-class Chinese band of music." |
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