He has no more idea of music than a crow, but he _will_ try to learn.

He has been practicing upon the flute since 1862, and he has learned but a portion of but one tune--'Nelly Bly.' He can play but four notes, 'Nelly Bly shuts--' and there he stops.

He has practiced these four notes for fourteen years.

He plays them upon the porch in the evening; he blows them out from the garret; he stands out in the yard and puffs them; he has frequently risen in the night and seized his flute and played 'Nel-ly Bly shuts' for hours, until I had to scream to relieve my feelings." "Now, Maria," said Mr.Fogg, "you know that I can play as far as 'shuts her eye'-- six notes in all.

I learned them in the early part of June." "Very well, now; it's of no consequence.