Ernst Theodor Amadeus Hoffmann,
Hoffmann's Strange Stories
(1855)
“ We called Franz. The good man, after turning his hat in his hands for some time, ended by remembering that the wife of the steward, who lived in the neighboring village, possessed a harpsichord, on which she formerly accompanied her singing with so pathetic an accent, that in listening to her every one wept, as if they had rubbed their eyes with onion peels. "A harpsichord! we will have a harpsichord," exclaimed Miss Adelheid. ”
