There is a tradition that the part of Belinda (or Anna), written for alto voice, was sung and acted[27] by Purcell himself. The music of this opera remained in MS. until 1840, when it was published by the "Musical Antiquarian Society," edited by G. A. Macfarren, unfortunately from an imperfect copy of the score, the only one then attainable. It has been frequently performed since Purcell's time, notably at the "Ancient Concerts" in London, and more recently at Liverpool. In this eventful year, or the succeeding one, 1681, Purcell took unto himself a wife, and in the latter year he again composed an ode or "Welcome Song" which must have brought him favourably under the notice of the King. It commences, "Swifter Isis, swifter flow." In July, 1682, his abilities were publicly recognised by giving him the appointment of Organist of the Chapel Royal in place of Edward Lowe, deceased. The honour and the additional income would be welcomed by the young couple just starting on the voyage of life as a favourable augury for their future comfort and prosperity. In this same year Purcell wrote music for a grand civic festival, "The inauguration of the truly loyal and right honourable Sir William Prichard, Knight, lord Mayor of the city of London, president of the honourable Artillery Company, and a member of the worshipful company of Merchant-Taylors. Perform'd on Monday, September xxx. 1682." In the following month he composed another "Ode or Welcome Song to the King on his return from Newmarket, Oct. 21." The old uncle, Thomas Purcell, must have been well pleased to witness his adopted son's happiness and success; of the intercourse and friendship which continued to exist between them we have evidence. When Thomas became too old to go himself to the Pay-office for his salaries he executed a power of attorney authorizing his son Matthew to act for him, and this document was witnessed by Frances Purcell--Henry's wife. The quaint deed is worthy of reproduction here.[28] The original is in my possession. A few months afterwards, July 31st, 1682, the old man died, and on the 2nd of August his mortal remains were laid to rest in the cloisters of Westminster Abbey. We can easily imagine the grief of Purcell who had to mourn the loss of one who had been more than a father to him.