MURDER.

being they murder; so that murder is not only their trade, but is actually part and parcel of their daily worship!-CUMMING.

MURDER.-The Punishment of

Murder may pass unpunish'd for a time, But tardy justice will o'ertake the crime. DRYDEN.

MURDER.-The Shriek of

Other sins only speak; murder shrieks out: The element of water moistens the earth, But blood mounts upward.-J. WEBSTER.

MURDERER.-Shielding a

He who by shielding a murderer encourages the crime, is only one degree less culpable than he who commits it.-DERBY.

MURDERER.-Shrinking from a

How we shrink back with horror from the very thought of touching him, as if the stain of blood that is on him would communicate itself to us !-T. ALEXANDER.

MURMUR.-An Injunction not to

Murmur at nothing; if our ills are reparable, it is ungrateful; if remediless, it is in vain.-COLTON.

MURMUR.-The Reason why we

We murmur because we are in want, and therefore want because we murmur..-W. SECKER.

MURMURERS-Resemble Satan.

Murmuring is the first-born of the devil; and nothing renders a man more like to him than murmuring. Constantine's sons did not more resemble their father, nor Aristotle's scholars their master, nor Alexander's soldiers their general, than murmurers do resemble Satan.-T. BROOKS.

MUSE. The Influence of the

I am the holy Muse Whom all the great and bright of spirit choose:

It is I who breathe my soul into the lips Of those great lights whom death nor time eclipse;

It is I who wing the loving heart with song, And set its sighs to music on the tongue; It is I who watch, and, with sweet dreams, reward

The starry slumbers of the youthful bard. P. J. BAILEY.

MUSIC.-Affecting

The most affecting music is generally the nost simple.-MITFORD.

MUSIC.

MUSIC.-Benefits Derived from

Most of the pleasurable diversions have a tendency, when pursued with ardour, not only to relax in a proper degree, but totally to enervate. They indispose the mind for manly virtue, and introduce a tenderness of feeling ill-suited to encounter the usual asperities of common life. But music touches the soul, elevates and refines its nature, infuses the noblest thoughts, urges to the most animated action, calms the ruffled spirits, and eradicates every malignant propensity.-DR. Knox.

MUSIC.-The Charm of

Music the fiercest grief can charm,
And fate's severest rage disarm;
Music can soften pain to ease,
And make despair and madness please:
Our joys below it can improve,
And antedate the bliss above.-POPE.

MUSIC.-Cheerful Church

When the poet Carpani inquired of his friend Haydn, how it happened that his church music was always so cheerful, the great composer made a most beautiful reply.

'I cannot," said he, "make it otherwise, I write according to the thoughts I feel; when I think upon God, my heart is so full of joy that the notes dance and leap, as it were, from my pen; and since God has given me a cheerful heart, it will be pardoned me that I serve him with a cheerful spirit."-ARVINE.

MUSIC-Defined.

An art which strengthens the bonds of civilized society, humanizes and softens the feelings and dispositions of man, produces a refined pleasure in the mind, and tends to raise up in the soul emotions of an exalted nature.-BROUGHAM.

MUSIC.-Devoid of

The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet

sounds,

Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils;
The motions of his spirit are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus:
Let no such man be trusted.-SHAKSPEARE.
MUSIC.-The Effect of

Admiration and feeling are very distinct from each other. Some music and oratory enchant and astonish, but they speak not to the heart. I have been overwhelmed by Handel's music; the Dettingen Te Deum is perhaps the greatest composition in the world; yet I never in my life heard Handel but I could think of something else at the same time. There is a kind of music that

MUSIC.

will not allow this. Dr. Worgan has so touched the organ at St. John's, that I have been turning backward and forward over the prayer-book for the first lesson in Isaiah, and wondered that I could not find Isaiah there. The musician and the orator fall short of the full power of their science, if the hearer is left in possession of himself.— R. CECIL.

MUSIC-Enjoyed by All.

Music!-the tender child of rudest times,The gentle native of all lands and climes,— Who hymns alike man's cradle and his grave, Lulls the low cot, or peals along the nave. NORTON.

MUSIC-Good or Bad,

Music is good or bad as the end to which it tendeth.-FELTHAM.

MUSIC.-The Great Master of

He is one who, through the whole maze of his creation, from the soft whispering to the mighty raging of the elements, makes us conscious of the unity of his conceptions.-PRINCE Albert.

MUSIC.-The Laws of

Music goes on certain laws and rules. Man did not make these laws of music; he has only found them out; and if he be self-willed and break them; there is an end of his music instantly; all he brings out is discord and ugly sounds. The greatest musician in the world is as much bound by those laws as the learner in the school, and the greatest musician is the one who, instead of fancying that because he is clever he may throw aside the laws of music, knows the laws of music best, and observes them most reverently. And therefore it was that the old Greeks, the wisest of all the heathens, made a point of teaching their children music; because, they said, it taught them not to be self-willed and fanciful, but to see the beauty of order, the usefulness of rule, the divineness of laws.CANON KINGsley.

MUSIC.-The Love of

MUSIC.

Naples has his boat-song, to which his rocking boat beats time on that beautiful sea; and the gondolier of Venice still keeps up his midnight serenade.-CUMMING.

MUSIC.-Melody and Harmony in

There are two things which help to make music-melody and harmony. Now, as most of you know, there is melody in music when the different sounds of the same tune follow each other so as to give us pleasure; there is harmony in music when different sounds, instead of following each other, come at the same time so as to give us pleasure.-CANON KINGSLEY.

MUSIC.-The Poet's Wish for

And ever against eating cares,
Lap me in soft Lydian airs,
Married to immortal verse,

Such as the meeting soul may pierce
In notes, with many a winding bout
Of linked sweetness long drawn out,
With wanton heed, and giddy cunning,
The melting voice through mazes running,
Untwisting all the chains that tie
The hidden soul of harmony ;-
That Orpheus' self may heave his head
From golden slumber on his bed
Of heaped Elysian flowers, and hear
Such strains as would have won the ear
Of Pluto, to have set quite free
His half-regained Eurydice:
These delights, if thou canst give,
Mirth, with thee I mean to live.-MILTON.

MUSIC.-The Power of

By music, minds an equal temper know,
Nor swell too high, nor sink too low :
If in the breast tumultuous joys arise,
Music her soft persuasive voice applies;
Or, when the soul is press'd with cares,
Exalts her in enliv'ning airs;

Warriors she fires with animated sounds,
Pours balm into the bleeding lover's wounds;
Melancholy lifts her head,
Morpheus rouses from his bed,
Sloth unfolds her arms and wakes,
List'ning Envy drops her snakes;

Music is universally appreciated and practised. The English plough-boy sings as he drives his team, happily ignorant whether protection or free trade is the best; the Scotch Highlander makes the glens and grey moors resound with his beautiful song; the Swiss, Tyrolese, and Carpathians lighten their labour by music; the muleteer of Spain cares little who is on the throne or behind it, if he can only have his early carol; the vintager of Sicily has his evening hymn, even beside the fire of the burning mount; the fisherman of

Intestine wars no more our passions wage, And giddy factions hear'away their rage.

POPE.

We are never merry when we hear swee music:

The reason is, our spirits are attentive;
For do but note a wild and wanton hera,
Or race of youthful and unhandled colts,
Fetching mad bounds, bellowing, and neigh.
ing loud,

Which is the hot condition of their blood,
If they but hear perchance a trumpet-sound,
Or any air of music touch their ears,

SHAKSPEARE.

MUSIC in the Twilight Hour.

Is it not sweet, when music's melting tone
Falls in sweet cadence on the heart alone,
To hear in twilight hour the echoes float
Of pensive lyre, or clarion's wilder note?
Now with the whispering breeze the mur-
murs die,

Now gush again in fuller melody;

Each wooded hill the trembling notes prolong,

Whose bubbling waters mingle with the song;

Fainter and fainter on the anxious ear Swells the rich strain-though distant, ever clear,

Till, lightly floating up the winding glen, Where jutting rocks reflect them back again, The echoes die, as when low winds inspire The softest cadence of the Eolian lyre : Scarce breathe the lips-scarce dare the bosom swell,

MYRTLE.

For now the lowest sigh would break the spell;

Still hopes the heart to catch one murmur

more,

Yet hopes in vain, the sounds have died before. COCHRANE.

MUSIC-a Universal Language.

Music forms the universal language which, when all other languages were confounded, the confusion of Babel left unconfounded. The white man and the black man, the red man and the yellow man, can sing together, however difficult they may find it to be to talk to each other: and both sexes and all ages may thus express their emotions simultaneously.-PROF. G. WILSON.

MUSIC.-Vocal and Instrumental

Vocal music ought to be as universal a branch of education as reading and writing; and instrumental music should be as extensively cultivated. If I could have my wish, the violin the best musical instrument ever invented-should be played in every family in the civilized world.-GRAHAM. MUSICIAN.-The Unrivalled

There is no musician like him who doth by a holy life, to the tune of truth in the inward parts, sing forth the praises of his God.-SWINNOCK.

MUTES-Described.

Solemn funeral performers, who mimic sorrow when the heart is not sad. MADDEN.

MYRTLE.-The

Dark green, and gemm'd with flowers of

snow,

With close uncrowded branches spread, Not proudly high nor meanly low,

A graceful myrtle rear'd its head.

Its mantle of unwithering leaf
Seem'd, in my contemplative mood,
Like silent joy or patient grief,

The symbol of pure quietude.

Still, life, methought, is thine, fair tree! Then plucked a sprig; and, while I mused,

With idle hands, unconsciously,

The delicate small foliage bruised. Odours, by my rude touch set free,

Escaped from all their secret cells; Quick life, I cried, is thine, fair tree!

In thee a soul of fragrance dwells,--Which outrage, wrongs, nor death destroy; These wake its sweetness from repose: Ah! could I thus Heaven's gifts employ, Worth seen, worth hidden, thus disclose!

J. MONTGOMERY