The devil that presides over horrible sounds

"After a moment's pause, he slipt on his shoes, without speaking a word, or seeming to feel any further disturbance from the gout in his toes. Then, snatching his cane, he opened the door and proceeded to the place where the black trumpeters were posted. There, without further hesitation, he began to belabour them both; and exerted himself with such astonishing vigour and agility, that both their heads and horns were broken in a twinkling, and they ran howling down stairs to their master's parlour-door ... 'this is but an earnest of what you shall receive, if ever you presume to blow your horn again here, while I stay in the house ... I wonder' (added he) 'what sort of sonata we are to expect from this overture, in which the devil, that presides over horrible sounds, hath given us such variations of discord - the trampling of porters, the creaking and crashing of trunks, the snarling of curs, the scolding of women, the bouncing of the Irish baronet over-head, and the bursting, belching, and brattling of the French horns' ..."  

-Jeremy Melford in Tobias Smollett's The Expedition Of Humphry Clinker