Various, Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature… (1853)
“ The sounds were not those of a regular piece of studied music; they were mere fitful bars and stray snatches of tempestuous melody, that imitated and registered the inarticulate music of the whirlwind itself even as it passed wildly before them. Nora paused a moment beside the half-open door. ‘Why,’ she whispered to Marian in an awestruck undertone, clutching convulsively at the hand-rail to steady herself, ‘it must be Dr Whitaker. He’s actually playing his violin to himself in the midst of all this awful uproar!’‘It is,’ Edward Hawthorn answered confidently. ”
