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- We'll all go over the ferry."-Rondeau-giving a particular account of Brom the Powles-hook admiral, who is supposed to be closely connected
with the North-river society.—The society make î a grand attempt to fire the stream, but are utterE ly defeated by a remarkable high tide, which brings
the plot to light ;-drowns upwards of a thousand - rats, and occasions twenty robins to break their necks.*-Society not being discouraged, apply to
Common Sense,” for his lantern ;- Air“Nose, nose, jolly red nose.” Flock of wild geese Ify over the city ;-old wives chatter in the fog ;- cocks crow at Communipaw ;-druins beat on
Governor's island. The whole to conclude with
the blowing up of Sands' powder house. 2. Thus, sir, you perceive what wonderful powers : of expression have been hitherto locked up in this
enchanting art :-a whole history is here told without the aid of speech, or writing; and provided the hearer is in the least acquainted with music he cannot mistake a single note. As to the blowing up of the powder-house, I look upon it as a chef d'ouvre, which I am confident will delight all
* Vide--Solomon Lang.
modern amateurs, who very properly estimate masic in proportion to the noise it makes, and delight in thundering cannon and earthquakes.
I must confess, however, it is a difficult part to manage, and I have already broken six pianoes in giving it the proper force and effect. But I do not despair, and am quite certain that by the time I have broken eight or ten more, I shall have brought it to such perfection, as to be able to teach any young lady of tolerable ear, to thunder it way to the infinite delight of papa and mamma, and the great annoyance of those vandals, who are so barbarous as to prefer the simple melody of a scots air, to the sublime effusions of modern musica! doctors.
In my warm anticipations of future improvement, I have sometimes almost convinced myself that music will in time be brought to such a climax of perfection, as to supercede the necessity of specch and writing; and every kind of social in tercourse be conducted by the flute and fiddle. The immense benefits that will result from this improvement must be plain to every man of the least consideration. In the present unhappy situation of mortals, a man has but one way of making himself perfectly understood; if he loses his speech, he must inevitably be dumb all the rest of his life ; but having once learned this new musical language, the loss of speech will be a mere trifle not worth a moment's uneasiness. Not only this, mr. L. but it will add much to the harmony of domestic intercourse ; for it is certainly much more agreeable to hear a lady give lectures on the piano than, viva voce, in the usual discordant measure. This manner of discoursing may also, I think, be introduced with great effect into our national assemblies, where every man instead of wagging his tongue, should be obliged to flourish a fiddlestick ; by which means, if he said nothing to the purpose, he would at all events “ discourse most eloquent music,” which is more than can be said of most of them at present. They might also sound their own trumpets without being obliged to a hireling scribbler, for an immortality of nine days, or subjected to the censure of egotism.
But the most important result of this discovery is that it may be applied to the establishment of that great desideratum, in the learned world, a universal language. Wherever this science of music . is cultivated, nothing more will be necessary than a knowledge of its alphabet ; which being almost the same every where, will amount to a universal medium of communication. A man may thus,
with his violin under his arm, a piece of rosin, and a few bundles of catgut, fiddle his way through the world, and never be at a loss to make himself understood.
I am, &c.
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which, if he dared, he would have placed near where their remarks are made on the great difference of manners which exists between theĮsexes now, from what did in the days of our grandames. The danger of that cheek-by-jowl familiarity of the present day, must be obvious to many; and I think the following a strong example of one of its evils. Extracted from “ the Mirror of the Graces.”
" I remember the count M , one of the most accomplished and handsomest young men in Vienna : when I was there, he was passionately in love with a girl of almost peerless beauty. She was the daughter of a man of great rank, and great influence at court'; and on these considerations, as well as in regard to her charms, she was followed by a multitude of suitors. She was lively and amiable, and treated them all with an affability which still kept them in her train although it was generally known she had avowed a partiality for count M
; and that preparations were making for their nuptials. The count was of a refined mind, and a delicate sensibility : he loved her for herself alone ; for the virtues which he believed dwelt in her beautiful form; and, like a lover of such perfections, he never approached her without timidity : and when he touched her, a fire shot through his veins, that warned him not to invade the vermillion sanctuary of her lips. Such were his feelings, when, one evening, at his intend, ed father-in-law's, a party of young people were met to celebrate a certain festival; several of the