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    Mistake  not, reader, -- nihat I aby nature destitute of those eterior tendages, hanging ors, and (architecturally speaking) handso olutes to the hun capital. Better  ther had neer borne . -- I a I think, rather delicately thapiously proided with those duits; and I feel no disposition to eny the le for his plenty, or the le for her eaess, in those ingenious byrinthine is -- those indispensable side-intelligencers.

    her hae I incurred, or done any thing to incur, with Defoe, that hideous disfigurent, which strained hito draw upon assurance -- to feel quot;quite unabashed,quot; and at ease upon that article. I was neer, I thank  stars, in the pillory; nor, if I read thearight, is it within the pass of  destiny, that I eer should be.

    When therefore I say that I hae no ear, you will uao an -- for sic. -- To say ;u;/uthat this heart neer ed at thurse of sweet sounds, would be a foul self-libel. -- quot;Water parted frothe seaquot; neer fails to e it strangely. So does quot;In Infancy.quot; But they were used to be sung at her harpsichord (the old-fashioned instrunt in ogue in those days) by a gentle-won -- the ge, sure, that eer rited the appeltion -- the sweetest -- why should I hesitate to na Mrs. S----, ohe bloong Fanheral of the Tele who had power to thrill the soul of Elia, sll i as he was, een in his lonats; and to ke higlow, trele, and blush with a passion, that not faintly indicated the day-spring of that abs se, which was afterwards destio oerwhend subdue his nature quite, for Alice W----n.

    I een think that seally I adisposed to harny. But anically I aincapable of a tune. I hae been practising quot;God sae the Kingquot; all  life; whistling and huing of it oer to self in solitary ers; and anot yet arried, they tell , within ny quaers of it. Yet hath the loyay of Elia neer been ieached.

    I anot without suspi, that I hae an undeeloped facuy of sic within . For, thruing, in  wild way on  friend A.s piano, the other  while he was engaged in an adjoining parlor, -- on his return, he leased to say, quot;he thought iuld not be the id!quot; On his first surprise at hearing the keys touched in sowhat an airy and sterful way, n of , his suspis had lighted on Jenny. But a grace, snatched a superior refi, soon inced hithat so being, -- teically perhaps defit, but higher inford froa principle on to all the fis, -- had swayed the keys to a od which Jenny, with all her (less-cuiated) enthusiasld neer hae elicited frothe I ntion this as a proof of  friends peion, and not with any iew of disparaging Jenny.

    Stifically uld neer be de to uand (yet hae I taken so pains) what a note in sic is; or how oe should differ froanother. Much less in oibsp; I distinguish a soprano froa tenor. Only sotis the thh bass I trie to guess at, froits being superely harsh and disagreeable. I trele, howeer, for  sapplication of the silest ter of that which I disci While I profess  ignorance, I scarow what to say I aignorant of. I hate, perhaps, by snors. Sostenuto and adagio stand in the like retion of obscurity to ; and Sol, Fa, Mi, Re, is as juring as Baralipton. It is hard to stand alone -- in an age like this, -- (stituted to the quid critical perception of all harnious binations, I erily beliee, beyond all preg ages, since Jubal stuled upo) to rein, as it were, singly uniressible to the gifluences of an art, which is said to hae su;ar?;/ar especial stroke at soothiing, and refining the passions. Yet rather thahe did current of  fessions, I st aow to you, that I hae receied a great deal re pain than pleasure frothis so cried-up facuy. I astitutionally susceptible of noises. A carpenters haer, in a warsuer noon, will fret  into re than dsuer dness. But those ued, u sounds are nothing to the asured liusic. The ear is passie to those sirokes; willingly enduring stripes, while it hath no task to . To sic it ot be passie. It will strie --  least will -- spite of its inaptitude, to thrid the ze; like an unskilled eye painfully p upon hieroglyphics. I hae sat through an Italian Opera, till, for sheer pain, and ineplicable anguish, I hae rushed out into the noisiest pces of the crowded streets, to soce self with sounds, which I was not obliged to follow, a rid of the distrag tornt of endless, fruitless, barren attention! I take refuge in the uending assege of ho on-life sounds; -- and the purgatory of the Enraged Musi bees &nbsparadise.

    I hae sat at an Oratorio (;ar..;/arthat profanation of the purposes of the cheerful pyhouse) watg the faces of the auditory i (what a trast to Hogarths ughing Audience!) ioeable, or affeg so faiion, -- till (as so hae said, that our oupations in the  world will be but a shadow of what delighted us in this) I hae igined self in sod Theatre in Hades, where so of the for of the earthly one should be kept up, with none of the enjoynt; or like that --

    -- Party in a parlour,

    All silent, and all daed!

    Aboe all, those insufferable certos, and pieusic, as they are called, do pgue ater  apprehension. -- Words are sothing; but to be eposed to an endless battery of re sounds; to be long a dying, to lie stretched upon a rack of roses; to keep up nguor by uted effort; to pile honey upon sugar, and sugar upon hoo an interedious sweetness; to fill up sound with feeling, and straio keep pace with it; to gaze oy fras, and be forced to ke the pictures for yourself; to read a book, all stops, and be obliged to supply the erbal tter; to i eteore tragedies to ao the ague gestures of an ineplicable raling  -- these are faint shadows of what I hae undergone froa series of the ablest-eecuted pieces of this ety instruntal sic.

    I deny not, that in the opening of a cert, I hae eperienced sothing astly lulling and agreeable:-- afterwards followeth the nguor, and the oppression. Like that disappointing book in Pats; or, like the ings on of ncholy, described by Burton, doth sic ke her first insinuating approaches -- quot;Most pleasant it is to such as are ncholy gien, to walk alone in so solitary groe, betwit wood and water, by so brook side, and to ditate upon so delightso and pleasant subject, which shall affect hist, abilis insania, ais gratissis error. A st inparable delight to build castles in the air, to go sling to theeles, ag an infinite ariety of parts, which they suppose, and strongly igihey act, or that they see done. -- So delightso these toys at first, theuld spend whole days and nights without sleep, een whole years in suptions, and fanta99lib?ical ditations, which are like so ny drea, and will hardly be drawn frothe-- winding and unwinding theeles as so ny clocks, and still pleasing their huurs, until at st the se turns upon a sudden, and they being now habitated to such ditations and solitary pces,  endure no pany,  think of nothing but harsh and distasteful subjects. Fear, sorrow, suspi, subrusticus pudor, distent, cares, and weariness of life, surprise theon a sudden, and they  think of nothing else: tinually suspeg, no sooner are their eyes open, but this infernal pgue of ncholy seizeth on the and terrifies their souls, representing so disl object to their nds; whiow, by no ans, no bour, no persuasions they  aoid, they ot be rid of it, the ot resist.quot;

    Sothing like this quot;se-turningquot; I hae eperie the eening parties, at the house of  good Catholic friend No--; who, by the aid of a capital an, hielf the st finished of pyers, erts his drawing-roointo a chapel, his week days into Sundays, and these tter into nor heaens*.

    [Footnote]   * I hae been there, and still would go;

    Tis like a little heaen below.--Dr. Watts

    When  friend ences upon one of those sole anthe, which peraderuck upon  heedless ear, raling in the side aisles of the diabbey, so fie and thirty years since, waking a new sense, and putting a soul of ion into  young apprehension -- (whether it be that, in which the psalst, weary of the persecutions of bad n, wisheth to hielf does wings --or that other, which, with a like asure of sobriety and pathos, inquireth by what ans the young n shall best se his nd) -- a holy calperadeth . -- I afor the ti

    --rapt aboe earth,

    And possess joys not prosed at  birth.

    But when this ster of the spell, not tent to hae id a soul prostrate, goes on, in his power, to inflict re bliss than lies in her capacity to receie, iatient to oere her quot;earthlyquot; with his quot;heaenly,quot; -- still p in, for protracted hours, fresh waes and fresh frothe sea of sound, or frothat inehausted Gern o, aboe which, in triuhant progress, dolphied, ride those Arions Haydn and Mozart, with their attendant tritons, Bach, Beethoen, and a tless tribe, whoto attet to re up would but plunge  again in the deeps,I stagger uhe ght of ha藏书网rny, reeling to and fro at  wits end; -- clouds, as of frankinse, oppress  -- priests, aars, sers, dazzle before  -- the genius of his religion hath  ioils -- a shadowy triple tiara is the brow of  friend, te so naked, so ingenuous -- he is Pope, -- and by hisits, like as in the anoly of drea, a she-Pope too, -- tri-eted like hielf! -- I aerted, a a Protestant -- at once lleus hereti, and self grand heresiarch: or three heresies tre in &nbsperson -- I aMar, Ebion, ahus -- Gog and Magog -- what not? -- till the ing in of the friendly supper-tray dissipates the fignt, and, a draught of true Lutheran beer (in which chiefly  friend shows hielf no bigot) at once reciles  to the rationalities of a purer faint aores to  the geerrifying aspey pleasant- tenanced hosts and hostess.

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