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A CHAPTER ON EARS. I have no ear -

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    Mistake me not, reader, -- nor imagine t I am by nature destitute of terior turally speaking) es to tal. Better my motely ts; and I feel no disposition to envy ty, or tness, in ts -- telligencers.

    Neito incur,  , o feel quot;quite unabas; and at ease upon t article. I ars, in t, is it iny, t I ever should be.

    I and me to mean -- for music. -- to say t t never melted at t sounds, ;ater parted from t; never fails to move it strangely. So does quot;In Infancy.quot; But to be sung at rument in vogue in tle-lest, sure, t ever merited tion -- test -- e to name Mrs. S----, once temple s; and to make remble, and blus not faintly indicated t absorbing sentiment, ined to overe, for Alice ----n.

    I even t sentimentally I am disposed to  organically I am incapable of a tune. I ising quot;God save t; all my life; o myself in solitary corners; and am not yet arrived, tell me, . Yet y of Elia never been impeached.

    I am not  suspicion, t I y of music urn, o say, quot; it could not be t; On  surprise at ouc an airy and masterful  dreaming of me, ed on Jenny. But a grace, snatc, soon convinced  some being, -- tec, but o all ts, -- o a mood ed) ented from tion tration, and not h any view of disparaging Jenny.

    Scientifically I could never be made to understand (yet aken some pains) e in music is; or e singuisenor. Only sometimes trive to guess at, from its being supereminently remble, ion of t terms of t o say I am ignorant of. I e, perenuto and adagio stand in tion of obscurity to me; and Sol, Fa, Mi, Re, is as conjuring as Baralipton. It is o stand alone -- in an age like tituted to tical perception of all ions, I verily believe, beyond all preceding ages, since Jubal stumbled upon t) to remain, as it o t,  sooting, and refining t rat of my confessions, I must avoo you, t I  deal more pain ty. I am constitutionally susceptible of noises. A carpenters  me into more t ted, unset sounds are noto to trokes; ripes, o con. to music it cannot be passive. It rive -- mine at least e of its inaptitude, to t talian Opera, till, for s into t places of treets, to solace myself  obliged to follo rid of tracting torment of endless, fruitless, barren attention! I take refuge in tending assemblage of  common-life sounds; -- and tory of the Enraged Musician becomes my paradise.

    I  at an Oratorio (t profanation of tcory in t (rast to ing some faint emotion, -- till (as some  our occupations in t  a s deligre in  up, ; or like t --

    -- Party in a parlour,

    All silent, and all damned!

    Above all, tos, and pieces of music, as tter my appre to be exposed to an endless battery of mere sounds; to be long a dying, to lie stretco keep up languor by unintermitted effort; to pile o an interminable tedious sness; to fill up sound rain ideas to keep pace ; to gaze on empty frames, and be forced to make tures for yourself; to read a book, all stops, and be obliged to supply tter; to invent extempore tragedies to anso tures of an inexplicable rambling mime -- t s I -executed pieces of ty instrumental music.

    I deny not, t in t, I ly lulling and agreeable:-- after disappointing book in Patmos; or, like ton, dot insinuating approac;Most pleasant it is to suco ary grove, bet er, by some brook side, and to meditate upon some delig subject, is gratissimus error. A most incomparable deligo build castles in to go smiling to ting an infinite variety of parts, , or t tsome toys at first, ts  sleep, even ions, and fantastical meditations, il at last turns upon a sudden, and tated to sucations and solitary places, can endure no company, can t asteful subjects. Fear, sorroicus pudor, discontent, cares, and inually suspecting, no sooner are t terrifies ting some dismal object to t be rid of it, t resist.quot;

    Somet;scene-turningquot; I  ties, at tal organ,  finiss o a co Sundays, and tter into minor heavens*.

    [Footnote]   * I ill would go;

    tis like a little ts

    ure struck upon my y years since, ting a soul of old religion into my young appre be t, in ions of bad men, y and pat means t cleanse ime

    --rapt above earth,

    And possess joys not promised at my birth.

    But  content to rate, goes on, in o inflict more bliss ty to receive, impatient to overcome ;eart; ;; -- still pouring in, for protracted  inexed German ocean, above , tendant tritons, Bacless tribe, tempt to reckon up  plunge me again in tagger under t of o and fro at my s end; -- clouds, as of frankincense, oppress me -- priests, altars, censers, dazzle before me -- toils -- a sriple tiara invests te so naked, so ingenuous -- s, like as in too, -- tri-coroneted like ed, and yet a Protestant -- at once malleus icorum, and myself grand re in my person -- I am Marcion, Ebion, and Cerint not? -- till tray dissipates t, and, a draugrue Lut) at once reconciles me to tionalities of a purer faint and restores to me terrifying aspects of my pleasant- countenanced s and ess.