baron bold and gay ladye, hound in leash and hawk in hand, bastion huge and gray chapele, henchmen and servitors, slashed sleeves and Spanish boots, 'guns, trumpets, blunderbusses, drums, and thunder?' No sooner had the Wizard of the North gracefully resigned his wand to a mightier Prospero, whose star of popularity had shot with a burst to the south, then, presto! down went Rhoderick Dhu and Wat of Baccleuch before Hassan and Selim; the pæans to Rosabelle were exchanged for the praises of Medora, the plaid and the bonnet for the white turban and the baggy trousers; and over the whole realm of song arose the Oriental dynasty under the prime viziership of Byron. Ten thousand puny rhymesters called the moon Phingair,' daggers 'attaghans,' drummers Tambourgis,' and women 'Houris;' became lovers of gin and haters of pork; discarded their neckcloths and put on sackcloth ; strove perseveringly in turn-down collars to look Conrad - like and misanthropic; swore by the beard of the Prophet, and raved in Spenserian stanzas about their 'burning brows' or mourned over their 'dark imaginings;' dreamed by night of gazelle-eyed beauties, by day of Giaours, jereedmen and janizaries; and, whether baker's, butcher's, or barber's apprentices, became the oracles of impassioned wretchedness, and—when they could raise money enough- adventured on hacks hired by the hour imitations of Mazeppa at a hand-gallop along the highway. Where are they all now? Alas! the whole swarm of romances in six cantos with historical notes, alike with the ten thousand echoes of Byron, have long since gone to the land of forgetfulness; or, they live in an accommodated sense of the term, owe it to the tender mercies of the pastry-cook and the trunk-maker.-ANONYMOUS. Music. THERE is a strain eternal In every faithful heart, A melody supernal, Obedient to art. There is the music glorious God's harmony is written. All through, in shining bars, The major notes and minor Are waiting for their wings, Pray thou the great Diviner And chant that music glorious, Of those who march victorious, Who is express the The meaning of song goes deep. there that, in logical words, can effect music has on us? A kind of inarticulate, unfathomable speech, which leads us to the edge of the infinite, and lets us for moments gaze into that!-CARLYLE. Music is the art of the prophets, the only art that can calm the agitations of the soul: it is one of the most magnificent and delightful presents God has given us. - LUTHER. There is music in heaven, because in music there is no self-will. Music goes on goes on certain rules and laws. Man did not make these laws of music; he has only found them out; and if he be self-willed and break them, there is an end of his music instantly: all he brings out is discord and ugly sounds. The greatest musician in the world is as much bound by those laws as the learner in the school; and the greatest musician is one who, instead of fancying that, because he is clever, he may throw aside the laws of music, knows the laws of music best, and observes them most reverently. And there |