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HONOURED MR NORTH,
Then followed the oddest vision that You need not shrug your shoulders at ever I knew or heard of, all as regular the commencement of this epistle. I as clock-work, as one may say, know well enough how great a bore, Methought I found myself, all at as your modern young gentlemen ele- once, in a long room, with a gallery, gantly term it, it is, in general, to tell like a concert-room, and that, in the one's dreams.“ Babbling dreams," gallery, was an audience, as for a conShakspeare calls them; and, to be cert. "I thought, however, that I was sure, for the most part, they have all in the body of the room, and not in the disadvantage of fiction, joined to the gallery, and there came in to me the triteness of common-place reality. a whole company of people, with muBut this that I am going to give you sical instruments in their hands, whom is, as far as I can see, as agreeable as I knew at once, I cannot tell how, to any realities I have to send you at pre- be poets. To be sure, some of them sent from Gowks-Hall, excepting, per- had an out-of-the-world look enough adventure, the smoked fitch which but there's no accounting for these accompanies this, and which Dinah things in dreams. There they all stood says, she hopes is quite equal to that at their music-stands, as natural as you liked so well when you did us the the life, just as fiddlers do; and, as I honour to stop a day or two last back- remembered, they first all played toend. However, I must not wander gether the sweetest and wildest harfrom my subject, considering that I mony I ever heard : indeed, it seemed am now only relating a dream,
and not quite supernatural, and put me into a dreaming one. Well, I had got com- sort of amaze, and made me gasp for fortably
settled the other night, in the breath, with a feeling such as one reold stuffed arm-chair by the fire, after collects to have had, when a boy, in a having, at last, sent off to bed your swing, whilst on the return. After friend Roger, who had been deafening that they chimed in, one by one, to us all the evening with practising play solos, I think, the musicians call “ Tantivy," “ Up in the morning them; and some, whose turns were far early," and “the Lass of Livingstone, off, I thought, stood about and came upon the old French hunting.horn near me, and appeared very affable and that hangs in the hall; and sister familiar. The oddest thing was, that Dinah had left me to enjoy my pipe, I always knew perfectly who played, ewe-milk cheese, and jug of mulled though how I came by the knowledge October, (old John has made a capital I cannot tell. brewage of it this year, Mr North, The first that played was a pale you'll be glad to hear), together with noble-looking man, whom I knew at a volume of Anderson's Poets, when, first sight to be L-B-n, and he somehow or other, I dropped asleep. gave us a solo on the serpent, such as VOL. VIII.
are used in military bands. One would W-dsw-th, to shew, I suppose, that think this was a strange instrument to he could play if he chose, struck a play solos upon—but such playing you bar or two in such grand Miltonic never heard ; he stemed to have such style, as immediately silenced the command over it, that he could make laughers. it almost as soft and mellow as a flute; Order, however, was not long kept, and the depth and beautiful inflec- for little M-re's jokes were not to tions of his lower tones were miracu- be suppressed, even during Mr lous. I sometimes could not help s—th-y's grand Maestoso flourish on feeling a mistiness about the eyes, and the trumpet. The trumpet was an old a heavy palpitation of the heart. Per- one, having been used ever since haps the ewe-milk cheese and mulled Queen Elizabeth's time in the coroOctober might have something to do nation of our sovereigns; and, from with this—but there's no accounting an unfortunate bruise or two, had befor any thing in dreams. After him gun, as Mr M-re observed, “ a well-dressed gentleman, who was no sound a little flat.” Perhaps even Mr other than Mr C—mp—11, gave us a s-th-y's powers had not quite done sonata on the violin, which he played justice to it; for, though a promising very scientifically, though, to my mind, musician, he had taken up this inhe seemed very timorous, and played strument rather late in life; nor had a weak bow. However, he got plenty his former practice been such as to afof applause, both from his companions ford him much facility in the attainand the spectators in the gallery. ment of execution upon it. This, at
He had hardly finished, when up least, was little M-re's account, restalked a grave, plain-looking man, peated, with divers significant shrugs with a sort of absent air, and his hair and half nods, to a listening circle. He combed smoothly over his forehead, concluded by saying, “ he would have something like a methodist preacher. advised the L-te to have kept to He would have neither music-book that ancient scripture instrument, the nor music-stand, nor did I see any in- sackbut.” Mr S-th-y however construment he had—when, to my asto- cluded, in the midst of great plaudits, mishment, I overheard somebody whis- and after he had finished, the amuseper,“ W-dsw-th's going to give us ment ran still higher. What could a grand concerto on the Jews-barp equal my astonishment, when I behe bought last week of a philosophical held Mr C-ledge, after an eloquent Jew pedlar from Kirby Steven.” And disquisition on the powers of “ this so he did ; and, what is more, the novel, but admirable and simple inconcerto was well worth the hearing. strument,” sit down to play a PhanYou would not believe, Mr North, tasia, with a skewer upon a gridiron, what tones he brought out of his gewo which he called “ the dulcimer of gaw, as we call it in this country-side. nature.” Who would have dreamed The man at Liverpool was nothing to of producing music from such a thing? him. He got thunders of applause, Yet C-le-dge did so. The applause though I could see some laughed, and was immense-L-d B-n clapped some few sneered, and some wicked immoderately; and even Mr J-if-y, wag had the impudence to call out, who was in the front of the gallery,
well done, smouch!” I rather sus- loudly called, encore,” in his ová pected that this came from some of tone, between jest and earnest. But the poets about me, for I saw L-d this extraordinary exhibition was not Bn and little M-re laughing, the only display of Mr C-le-dge's behind, as if they would split. Howe singular genius. He favoured us with ever, it evidently vexed Mr W-ds- a specimen of his manner of playing wth sadly, for he turned away in a the Eolian harp, which he did by pet, and walked into a corner,—which breathing into it. Nay, for the graoccasioned a sort of pause. In the tification of the company, he thus corner where he went stood a very played himself to sleep, and produced antique looking, magnificent organ, a most capital bass accompaniment by to which he sat down ; and, on look- snoring. When he awaked, which ing more intently, I discovered the he did in about ten minutes, he proname of Milton in gilt letters on the ceeded to maintain that “ a hair and front, from which I inferred that it cinder” was one of the finest instruhad forinerly belonged to him. Mrments that huinan wit ever invented;