and at once demands great skill to
execute its difficult running movements. The second variation is still
more difficult, and abounds in rapid scales and open chords. The third
variation is in G, and in _adagio_ time, and is full of trills and
abrupt changes from high to low notes. A long _cadenza_ leads to the
last movement in _moderato_ time and in the key of E. It finally ends
in an _allegro coda_ that abounds in brilliant and difficult writing.

What a dreadful uproar they did make over the child. It seemed as if
they never would stop clapping and cheering. She could not go, but must
stay and bow in a demure fashion, that was perfectly captivating. They
did not expect her to play the piece again. That was not the custom in
Nantes. M. Sollie, the leader of the orchestra, in the name of all the
musicians, offered to crown her young head with a wreath of white
camelias. The attempt was amusing, and they all laughed and cheered
again. The wreath was too big, or she was too small, and it slipped over
her head and shoulders, and fell to the floor, and there she stood in
the middle of it.

Some enthusiastic ladies presented her with a tiny ring for her finger,
and a handsome bracelet; and more wonderful than all, they brought out a
magnificent Paris doll, in a big white box, and set her quite wild with
joy by presenting it to her. With the doll under one arm, and her
precious violin under the other, she bowed her thanks from the middle of
the wreath. Then they cheered again, and laughed, and offered her
flowers. She was taken down from the platform and led away, but they had
her back again three times, doll, violin, and all. Altogether, it was a
very remarkable experience for father, mother, teacher, and wonderful
little girl.

Perhaps you think this overdrawn. This is a true story. Here is an
extract from one of the newspapers of Nantes, that only says the same
thing:

----"Never had violinist a _pose_ more exact, firmer, and, at
the same time, perfectly easy; never was bow guided with greater
precision, than by this little Urso, whose delivery made all the
mothers smile. Listen, now, to the Air Variee of the celebrated
Beriot; under these fingers, which are yet often busied with
dressing a doll, the instrument gives out a purity and sweetness
of tone, with an expression most remarkable. Every light and
shade is observed, and all the intentions of the composer
faithfully rendered.