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 inex