A magnificent tale is told by people who visited Milan during the Summer past.
There was in the conservatory in the Lombard city a man of middle life and of some wealth, a tenor. He had been studying for years with that grand heroism that you find in aspirants who have never contrived to sing a decent note. No manager, even of the smallest company, would give him. a debut. In the Spring a number of students held a confabulation at the end of which they went to the tenor, told him that the...
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