Hyacinth: [...] he has to come here to an unmarked platform. Haven't you got a band?
Station master: No madam!
Hyacinth: Can't you even find a porter who can play the mouth organ?
BBC. Keeping Up Appearances: The Commodore (1993)
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The exhibitor disappeared with all speed behind the drapery; and his partner, stationing himself by the side of the Theatre, surveyed the audience with a remarkable expression of melancholy, which became more remarkable still when he breathed a hornpipe tune into that sweet musical instrument which is popularly termed a mouth-organ, without at all changing the mournful expression of the upper part of his face, though his mouth and chin were, of necessity, in lively spasms.
Charles Dickens. The Old Curiosity Shop.
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He went to the dining room where, built in one of the panels, was a closet containing a number of tiny casks, ranged side by side, and resting on small stands of sandal wood. This collection of barrels he called his mouth organ.*