For on thy deck, though dark it be,

Haply, when from those eyes
A female form I see;

Far, far away I roam,
And I have sworn this sainted sod

Should calmer thoughts arise Shall ne'er by woman's fect be trod !.



and home,

Fancy may trace some line

Worthy those eyes to meet; « Oh! Father, send not hence my bark

Thoughts that not burn, but shine
Through wintry winds and billows dark,

Pure, calm, and sweet!
I come, with humble heart, to share
Thy morn and evening prayer;

And, as the records are,
Nor mine the feet, oh! holy Saint,

Which wandering seamen keep, The brightness of thy sod to taint.»

Led by their hidilen star

Through the cold deepThe lady's prayer Senanus spurn'd;

So may the words I write The winds blew fresh, the bark return'd.

Tell through what storms I stray,
But legends hint, that had the maid

You still the unscen light
Till morning's light delay'd,

Guiding my way!
And given the saint one rosy smile,
She ne'er had left his lonely isle.


Air—The Twisting of the Rope.

When in death I shall calm recline,
Ilow dear to me the hour when day-light dies,

O bear

my heart to my mistress dear; And sun-beams melt along the silent sea,

Tell her it lived upon smiles and wine For then sweet dreams of other days arise,

Of the brightest hue, while it linger'd here: And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee.

Bid her not shed one tear of sorrow

To sully a heart so brilliant and light; And, as I watch the line of light that plays

But balmy drops of the red grape borrow,
Along the smooth wave toward the burning west,

To bathe the relic from morn till night.
I long to tread that golden path of rays,
And think 't would lead to some bright isle of rest! When the light of my song is o’er,

Then take my harp to your ancient hall;

Hang it up at that friendly door,

Where weary travellers love to call."

Then if some bard, who roams forsaken,

Revive its soft note in passing along,
Take back the virgin page,

Oh ! let one thought of its master waken
Your warmest smile for the child of

White and unwritten still;
Some hand more calm and sage

Keep this cup, which is now oʻerflowing,
The leaf must fill.

To grace your revel when I'm at rest;
Thoughts come as pure as light,

Never, oh! never its balm bestowing
Pure as even you require :

"On lips that beauty hath seldom blest!
But oh! each word I write

But when some warm devoted lover
Love turns to fire.

To her he adores shall bathe its brim,
Yet let me keep the book;

Then, then my spirit around shall hover,
Oft shall my heart renew,

And hallow each drop that foams for him.
When on its leaves I look,

Dear thoughts of you!
Like you 't is fair and bright;


too bright and fair
To let wild passion write

AIR-The Dear Black Maid.
One wrong wish there!

How oft has the Benshee cried !

llow oft has Death untied to admit any woman of ihe party; he refused to receive even a sister saint, St Caopera, whom an angel had taken to the island, for the

Bright links that Glory wove, express purpose of introducing her to him. The following was the

Sweet bonds, entwined by Love! ungracious answer of Sepanus, according to his poetical biographer : Peace to each manly soul that sleepeth! Cui Prasul, quid fæminis

Rest to each faithful eye that weepeth!
Commune est cum monachis ?
Nec te bec ullam aliam

Long may the fair and brave
Admittemus in insulam.

Sigh o'er the hero's grave. Seo ibe Acta Sanct. Hib. page 610. According to Dr Ledwich, St Senapus was no loss a personage 1. In every house was one or two harps, free to all travellers, than the river Shannon; but O'Connor, and other antiquarians, who were the more caressed the more they excelled in music.-deny this metamorphosis indignantly.


We've fallen upon gloomy days,'

While the daughters of Erin keep the boy
Star after star decays,

Ever smiling beside his faithful oar,
Every bright name, that shed

Through billows of woe and beams of joy
Light o'er the land, is fled.

The same as he look'd when he left the shore.
Dark falls the tear of him who mourneth

Then remember, wherever your goblet is crown'd, Lost joy, or hope that ne'er returneth;

Through this world whether castward or westward But brightly flows the tear

you roam, Wept o'er a hero's bier!

When a cup to the smile of dear woman goes round,

Oh! remember the smile which adorns her at home.
Oh! quench'd are our beacon-lights-
Thou, of the hundred fights!?
Thou, on whose burning tongue 3

Truth, peace and freedom hung !
Both mute—but long as valour shineth,

Or mercy's soul at war repineth,

On! wcep for the hour,
So long shall Erin's pride

When to Eveleen's bower
Tell how they lived and died.

The Lord of the valley with false vows came;

The moon lid her light

From the heavens that night, WE MAY ROAM THROUGH THIS WORLD.

And wept behind her clouds o'er the maiden's shame.

The clouds pass'd soon

From the chaste cold moon,
We may roam through this world like a child at a feast, And Heaven smiled again with her vestal flame;

But none will see the day,
Who but sips of a sweet, and then flies to the rest;

When the clouds shall pass away,
And when pleasure begins to grow dull in the east,

Which that dark hour left upon Eveleen's fame.
We may order our wings and be off to the west:
But if hearts that feel, and eyes that smile,

The white snow lay
Are the dearest gifts that Heaven supplies,

On the narrow path-way,
We never need leave our own green isle,
For sensitive hearts and for sun-bright eyes.

Where the Lord of the valley cross'd over the moor;

And many a deep print Then remember, wherever your goblet is crown'd, Through this world whether eastward or westward Show'd the track of his footstep to Eveleen's door.

On the white snow's tint you roam,

The next sun's ray When a cup to the smile of dear woman goes round, Oh! remember the smile which adorns her at home. Every trace on the path where the false Lord came;

Soon melted away In England, the garden of beauty is kept

But there's a light above

Which alone can remove
By a dragon of prudery, placed within call;
But so oft this unamiable dragon has slept,

That stain upon the snow of fair Eveleen's fame.
That the garden 's but carelessly watch'd after all.
Oh! they want the wild sweet briery fence,
Which round the flowers of Erin dwells,

LET ERIN REMEMBER THE DAYS OF OLD. Which warms the touch, while winning the sense,

AIR- The Red Fox.
Nor charms us least when it most repels.
Then remember, wherever your goblet is crown'd,

Let Erin remember the days of old,
Through this world whether eastward or westward

Ere her faithless sons betray'd her;

When Malachi wore the collar of gold," you roam, When a cup to the smile of dear woman goes round,

Which he won from her proud invader; Oh! remember the smile wbich adorns her at home.

When her kings, with standard of green unfurld,

Led the Red-Branch Knights to danger;In France, when the heart of a woman sets sail,

Ere the emerald gem of the western world

Was set in the crown of a stranger.
On the ocean of wedlock its fortune to try,
Love seldom gocs far in a vessel so frail,
But just pilots her off, and then bids her good bye!

. This brought on an cncounter between Malachi (the Monarch of Ireland in the tenth century) and the Danes, in which Malachi de

feated two of their champions, whom be encountered successively "I have endeavoured here, without losing that Irish character hand to band, taking a collar of gold from the nock of one, and carwhich it is my object to preserve throughout this work, to allude to rying off the swor 1 of the other, as trophies of bis victory.--Wasthe sad and ominous fatality by which England has been deprived NEK's History of Ireland, vol. , book 9. of so many great and good men at a moment when she most requires

2. Military orders of knights were very early established in Ireland. all the aids of talent and integrity.

Long before the birth of Christ, we find an bereditary order of chi * This desigoation, which has been applied to Lord Nelson before, valry in Ulster, called Curaidhe na Craoibhe ruadh, or the knights is the title given to a celebrated Irish hero, in a poem by O'Gnive, of the Red Branch, from their chief seat in Emania, adjoining to the the bard of O'Niel, which is quoted in the Philosophical Survey of palace of the Ulster kings, called Teagh na Cravibhe ruadk, or the the South of Ireland, - page 433. «Con, of ibe bundred fights, sleep Academy of the Red Branch ; and contiguous 10 wbich was a large in thy grass-grown tomb, and upbraid not our defeats with thy vic hospital, founded for the sick knights and soldiers, called Brontories !

bheary, or the house of the sorrowful soldier..-O'ILALLORAN's bs* Fos, a ultimus Romanorum.

troduction, etc. part. i, chap. 5.

From the heretic girl of my soul shall I fly,

To seek somewhere else a more orthodox kiss ?
No! perish the hearts and the laws that try

Truth, valour, or love, by a standard like this!

On Lough Neagh's bank as the fisherman strays,'

When the clear, cold eve's declining,
He sees the round towers of other days,

In the wave beneath him shining!
Thus shall memory often, in dreams sublime,

Catch a glimpse of the days that are over;
Thus, sighing, look through the waves of time

For the long-faded glories they cover!


AIR- The Black Joke.

Sublime was the warning which Liberty spoke,

And grand was the moment when Spaniards awoke
AIR- Arrah dear Eveleen.

Into life and revenge from the conqueror's chain! my

Oh, Liberty! let not this spirit have rest, Silent, oh Moyle! be the roar of thy water,

Till it move, like a breeze, o'er the waves of the westBreak not, ye breczes, your chain of repose,

Give the light of your look to each sorrowing spol, While murmuring mournfully, Lir's lonely daughter

Nor, oh! be the Shamrock of Erin forgot, Tells to the nighe-star her tale of woes.


you add to your garland the Olive of Spain ! When shall the swan, her death-note singing, Sleep with wings in darkness furld?

If the fame of our fathers lequeath'd with their rights, When will Heaven, its sweet bell ringing,

Give to country its charm, and to home its delights, Call my spirit from this stormy world?

If deceit be a wound and suspicion a stain

Then, ye men of Iberia! our cause is the same: Sadly, oh Moyle! to thy winter wave weeping,

And oh! may his tomb want a tear and a name, Fa te bids me languish long ages away;

Who would ask for a nobler, a holier death, Yet still in her darkness doth Erin lie sleeping,

Than to turn his last sigh into victory's breath
Still doth the pure light its dawning delay!

For the Shamrock of Erin and Olive of Spain!
When will that day-star, mildly springing,
Warm our isle with peace and love?

Ye Blakes and O'Donnels, whose fathers resign'd
When will Heaven, its sweet bell ringing,


hills of their youth, among strangers to find Call my spirit to the fields above?

That repose which at home they had sighid for in


Join, join in our hope that the flame, which you light,
COME, SEND ROUND THE WINE. May be felt yet in Erin, as calm and as bright,
Arr-We brought the Summer with us.

And forgive cven Albion, while blushing she draws,

Like a truant, her sword, in the long-slighted cause Come, send round the wine, and leave points of belief Of the Shamrock of Erin and Olive of Spain!

To simpleton sages, and reasoning fools; This moment 's a flower too fair and brief,

God prosper the cause !-oh! it cannot but thrive, To be wither'd and stain'd by the dust of the schools. While the pulse of one patriot heart is alive, Your glass may be purple and mine may be blue,

Its devotion to feel, and its rights to maintain. But, while they are fill'd from the same bright bowl, Then how sainted by sorrow its martyrs will die! The fool who would quarrel for difference of hue

The finger of Glory shall point where they lie, Deserves not the comfort they shed o'er the soul.

While, far from the footstep of coward or slave,

The young Spirit of Freedom shall shelter their grave, Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side Beneath Shamrocks of Erin and Olives of Spain.

In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree? Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried, If he kneel not before the same altar with me?

BELIEVE ME, JF ALL THOSE ENDEARING " It was an old tradition, in the time of Giraldus, that Lough Neagh

YOUNG CHARMS. had been originally a fountain, by whose sudden overflowing the country was inundated, and a whole rezion, like the Atlantis of Plato,

AIR-My Lodging is on the cold Ground. overw belmed. He says that the fishermen, in clear weather, used

Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, to point out to strangers the tall ecclesiastical towers under the water, Piscatores aquæ illius turres ecclesiasticas, quse more patriæ

Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, arctæ sant et alue, necnon et rotundæ, sub undis manifeste, serevo Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, tempore conspiciunt et extraneis transeuntibus, reique causas ad

Like fairyGifts fading away! mirantibus, frequenter ostendunt.. - Topogr. Hib. Dist. 3, c. 9.

* To make this story intelligible in a song. would require a much | Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art, greater number of verses than any one is autborised to inflict upon Let thy loveliness fade as it will, an audience at once ; the reader must therefore be content to learn, and around the dear ruin, cach wish of my heart in a pole, that Fionouala, ibe daughter of Lir, was, by some super

Would entwine itself verdantly still! natural power, transformed into a swan, and condemned 10 wander, for many hundred years, over certain lakes and rivers in Ireland, till the coming of Christianity, when the first sound of the It is not while beauty and youth are thine own, mass-bell was to be the signal of her release. - I found this fanciful

And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear, fiction among some manuscript translations from the Irish, which were heçuo under ibe direction of that enlightened friend of Ire- That the fervour and faith of a soul can be known, land, tbe late Countess of Moira.

To which time will but make thee more dear!


Oh! the heart that has truly loved, never forgets, of Charles and his ministers, and remembering just But as truly loves on to the close,

enough of past sufferings to enhance the generosity of As the sun-llower turns on her god, when he sets, their present sacrifice. The plaintive melodies of CaThe same look which she turn'd when he rose ! rolan take us back to the times in which he lived, when

our poor countrymen were driven to worship their God

in caves, or to quit for ever the land of their birth (like No. III.

the bird that abandons the nest wbich human touch bas violated); and in many a song do we hear the last farewell of the exile,' mingling regret for the ties he leaves at home, with sanguine expectations of the ho

nours that await him abroad-such honours as were THE MARCHIONESS DOWAGER OF DONEGAL. won on the field of Fontenoy, where the valour of Irish

Catholics turned the fortune of the day in favour of While the Publisher of these Melodies very properly the French, and extorted from George the Second that inscribes them to the Nobility and Gentry of Ireland

memorable exclamation, • Cursed be the laws which in general, I have much pleasure in selecting one from deprive me of such subjects!» that number to whom my share of the Work is parti

Though much has been said of the antiquity of our cularly dedicated. Though your Ladyship has been

music, it is certain that our finest and most popular so long absent from Ireland, I know that you remem

airs are modern; and perhaps we may look no further her it well and warmly—that you have not allowed the than the last disgraceful century for the origin of most charm of English society, like the taste of the lotus, to

of those wild and melancholy strains, which were at produce oblivion of your country, but that even the

once the offspring and solace of grief, and which were liumble tribute which I offer derives its chief claim applied 10 the mind, as music was formerly to the body, upon your interest from the appcal which it makes

decantare loca dolentia.» Mr Pinkerton is of opito your patriotism. Indeed, absence, however fatal to

nion that none of the Scotch popular airs are as ok some affections of the heart, rather strengthens our

as the middle of the sixteenth century; and, though love for the land where we were born; and Ireland is musical antiquaries refer us, for some of our melodies, the country, of all others, which an exile must remem

to so early a period as the fifth century, I am persuaded ber with enthusiasm. Those few darker and less amia

that there are few, of a civilized description (and by ble traits, with which bigotry and misrule have stained this I mean to exclude all the savage Ceanans, cries, 3 her character, and which are too apt to disgust us upon etc.), which can claim quite so ancient a date as Mr a nearer intercourse, become softened at a distance, or Pinkerton allows to the Scotch. But music is not the altogether invisible; and nothing is remembered but her virtues and her misfortunes-the zeal with which only subject upon which our taste for antiquity is ra

ther unreasonably indulged; and, however heretical it she has always loved liberty, and the barbarous policy which has always withheld it from her—the case with may be to dissent from these romantic speculations, I

cannot help thinking that it is possible to love our which her generous spirit might be conciliated, and the cruel ingenuity which has been exerted to « wring in her honour and happiness

, without believing that

country very zealously, and to feel deeply interested her into undutifulness.,

Irish was the language spoken in Paradise ; that our It has often been remarked, and oftener felt, that

ancestors were kind enough to take the trouble of poour music is the truest of all comments upon our history. The tone of defiance, succeeded by the languor lishing the Greeks ;5 or that Abaris, the lyperborean,

was a native of the North of Ireland.6 of despondency- a burst of turbulence dying away into

By some of these archæologists, it has been imagined softness-the sorrows of one moment lost in the levity that the Irish were early acquainted with counterof the next-and all that romantic mixture of mirth

point;; and they endeavour to support this conjecture and sadness, which is naturally produced by the efforts of a lively temperament, to shake off, or forget, the The Associations of the Hindu Masic, though more obrious and wrongs which lie upon it :-such are the features of definod, were far less touching and characteristic. They divided their our history and character, which we find strongly and songs according to the seasons of the year, by wbich (says Sir William

Jones) - they were anle to recal ibe memory of autunnal merriment, faithfully reflected in our music; and there are many at ibe close of the harvest, or of separation and melancholy during airs whichi, I think, it is difficult to listen to, without ibe cold months, - etc. Asiatic Transactions, vol. 3, on the Musical recalling some period or event to which their expres- Nodes of the Hindus. What the Abbé du Bos says of the symphosion seems peculiarly applicable. Sometimes, when nies of Lully, may be asserted, with much more probability, of our

bold and impassioned airs :-. Elles auroient produit de ces eflets, the strain is open and spirited, yet shaded here and

qui nous paroissent fabuleux dans le récit des anciens, si on les there by a mournful recollection, we can fancy that we avoit fait entendre à des hommes d'un naturel aussi vif que les behold the brave allies of Montrose,? marching to the Atheniens..- Refler, sur la Peinture, etc. tom. 1, sect. 45. aid of the royal cause, notwithstanding all the perfidy

? Dissertation, prefixed to the second volume of his Scottish Ballads.

3 Of wbicb some genuine specimens may be found at the eod of

Mr Walker's work upon the Irish Bards. Mr Bunting bas distigured "A phrase which occurs in a letter from the Earl of Desmond to his last splendid volume by too many of these barbarous rhapsodies, the Earl of Ormond, in Elizabeth's time.-Serinia Sacra, as quoted * See Advertisement to the Transactious of the Gaelic Society of hy Curry.

* There are some gratifying, nccounts of the gallantry of these Irish * O'Halloran, vol. 1, part. 1, chap. 6. auxiliaries in The Complete History of the Wars in Scotland, under

• Id. ib. cbap. 7. Montrose." (1660). See particularly, for the conduct of an Irish- It is also supposed, but with as little proof, that they understood man at the battle of Aberdeen, chap. 6. p. 49; and, for a tribute to the diésis, or epbarmonic interval.- The Greeks seem to bave formthe bravery of Colonel Okyan, chap. 7. p. 55. Clarendon ownsed their ears to this delicate gradation of sound : and, whatever disa that the larquis of Montrose was indebted for much of bis mira- ficulties or objections may lie in the way of its practical use, we must culous success to this small band of Irish beroes uoder Macdonnell. agree with Mursenne (Préludes de l'Harmonie, quest. 7), that the


by a well-known passage in Giraldus, where he dilates, gradually more amenable to the laws of harmony and with such elaborate praise, upon the beauties of our counter-point. national minstrelsy. But the terms of this eulogy are In profiting, however, by the improvements of the too vague, too deficient in technical accuracy, to prove moderns, our style still kept its originality sacred from that even Giraldus himself knew any thing of the ar- their refinements; and, though Carolan had frequent tifice of counter-point. There are many expressions opportunities of hearing the works of Geminiani, and in the Greek and Latin writers which might be cited, ocher masters, we but rarely find him saerificing his with much more plausibility, to prove that they under- native simplicity to the ambition of their ornaments, stood the arrangement of music in parts ;' yet I be- or affectation of their science. In that curious comlieve it is conceded in general by the learned, that, position, indeed, called his Concerto, it is evident that however grand and pathetic the melody of the ancients he laboured to imitate Corelli; and this union of manmay have been, it was reserved for the ingenuity of ners, so very dissimilar, produces the same kind of modern Science to transmit the - light of Song, through uneasy sensation which is felt at a mixture of different the variegating prism of Harmony.

styles of architecture. In general, however, the artless Indeed the irregular scale of the early Irish (in which, tlow of our music has preserved itself free from all as in the music of Scotland, the interval of the fourth tinge of foreign innovation,' and the chief corruptions, was wanting) must have furnished but wild and re- of which we have to complain, arise from the unskilfractory subjects to the harmonist. It was only when ful performance of our own itinerant musicians, from the invention of Guido began to be known, and the whom, too frequently, the airs are noted down, enpowers of the harp3 were enlarged by additional strings, cumbered by their tasteless decorations, and responsithat our melodies took the sweet character which in- ble for all their ignorant anomalies. Though it be terests us at present; and, while the Scotch persevered sometimes impossible to trace the original strain, yet, in the old mutilation of the scale,4 our music became in most of them, • auri per ramos aura refulget, » 2 the

pure gold of the melody shines through the ungraceful theory of music would be imperfect without it; and, even in prac difficult duty of a compiler is to endeavour, as much

foliage which surrounds it; and the most delicate and tice (as Tosi, among others, very justly remarks, Observations on Florid Song, chap. 1, sec. 16), there is no good performer on the as possible, by retrenching these inelegant superfluities, violin who does not make a sensible difference between D sharp and collating the various methods of playing or singing and E fat, though, from the imperfection of the instrument, ibey each air, to restore the regularity of its form, and the are the same notes upon the piano-forte. The effect of modulation by enbarmonic transitioos is also very striking and beautiful.

ehaste simplicity of its character. • The words TroLX)) cz and étapopoviq,in a passage of Plato, I must again observe, that, in doubting the antiand some expressions of Cicero, in Fragment. lib. ii

, de Republ., quity of our music, my scepticism extends but to those induced the Abbé Fragoler to maintain that the ancients had a polished specimens of the art, which it is difficult to conknowledge of counter-point. M. Barette, bowever, has answered him, I thiuk, satisfactorily.- (Examen d'un passage de Platon, in ceive anterior to the dawn of modern improvement; the 3d vol. of Histoire de l'Acad.) M. Huet is of opinion (Pensées and that I would by no means invalidate the claims of Diverses) that what Cicero says of the music of the spberes, in his | Ireland to as early a rank in the annals of minstrelsy dream of Scipio, is sufficient to prove an acquaintance with bar

as the most zealous antiquary may be inclined to allow mony; but one of the stronge-t passages which I recollect in favour of the supposition, occurs in the Treatise, attributed to Aristotle. her. In addition, indeed, to the power which music Περι κοσμου- Μουσικη δε οξεις αμα και βαρεις, κ.τ.λ. must always have possessed over the minds of a people

Another lawless peculiarity of our music is the frequency of wha: so ardent and susceptible, the stimulus of persecution composers call consecutive fifths; but this is au irregularity which can bardly lo avoided by persons not very conversant with the rules the charms of song were ennobled with the glories of

was not wanting to quicken our taste into enthusiasm; of composition ; indeed, if I may venture to cite my own wild attempts in this way, it is a fault which I find myself continually: martyrdom, and the acts against minstrels, in the reigns committing, and which bas sometimes appeared so pleasing to my of Henry VIII and Elizabeth, were as successful, I ear, that I have surrendered it to the critic with considerable re- doubt not, in making my countrymen musicians, as luctance. May there not be a little pedantry in adhering too rieidly to this rule ! - I have been told that there are instances in the penal laws have been in keeping them Catholics. Haydn of an undisguised succession of fifths; and Mr Shield, in his With respect to the verses which I have written for Introduction to Harmony, seems to intimate that Handel bas been these Melodies, as they are intended rather to be sung sometimes guilty of the same irregularity.

than read, I can answer for their sound with somewhat A singular oversight occurs in an Essay upon the Irish Harp, by Mr Beauford, wbich is inserted in the Appendix to Walker's Histo- more confidence than their sense; yet, it would be africal Memoirs. -« The Irish (says he), according to Bromion, in the fectation to deny that I have given much attention to reiga of Heury 11, had two kinds of harps, 'flibernici tamen in duobus musici generis instrumentis, quamvis præcipitem ot velocem, suavem tamen et jacondam,'the one greatly bold and quick, the other merly the same passion for robbing as of our Saints, and the learned soft and pleasing. s—How a man of Mr Beauford's learning could so Dempster was, for this offence, called « The Saint Stealer. I supa wistake the meaning, uod mutilate the grammatical construction of pose it was an Irishman who, by way of reprisal, stole Dempster's this extract, is unaccountable. The following is the passage as I fod beautiful wife from him at Pisa.–See this anecdote in the Pinaca. it entire in Bromton, and it requires but little Latin to perceive the thera of Erythræus, part 1, page 25. injustice which has been done to the words of the old chronicler :- 1 Among other false robnements of the art, our music (with the - Et cum Scotia, bujus terræ filia, atatur lyra, tympano et choro, ac exception perhaps of the air called . Mamma, Mamma, and one or Wallia cithara, tobis et choro Hibernici tamen in duobos musici ge- two more of the same ladicrous description) has avoided that puerile neris instrumentis, quamvis precipitem et velocem, svarem tamen et mimickry of natural poises, motions, etc. which disgraces so often jucundam, crispatis modulis et intricatis notalis, efficiunt harmoniam., the works of even the great Handel krimself. D'Alembert ougbt 10 --Hist. Angelic. Script, pag. 1095. I should not have bought this bave had better taste than to become the patron of this imitative aferror worth remarking, but that the compiler of the Disseriation on fectation. Discours Préliminaire de l'Encyclopédie.-The reader may the Harp, prefixed to Mr Bunting's last Work, has adopted it impli- had some good remarks on the subject in Avison upon Musical Excitly.

pression ; a work wbich, though under the name of Avison, was • The Scotch lay claim to some of our best airs, but there are strong written, it is said, by Dr Browa. traits of difference between their melodies and ours. They had for- * Virgil, Æneid, lib. 6, v. 104.

« VorigeDoorgaan »