PET. Ay marry, Sir, this is music indeed; this has cheered my heart, and made me to remember six verses in praise of music, which I will speak to you instantly:

Music, miraculous rhetoric! that speak'st sense
Without a tongue, excelling eloquence;

With what ease might thy errors be excus'd,
Wert thou as truly lov'd as thou'rt abus'd!

But though dull souls neglect, and some reprove thee,
I cannot hate thee, 'cause the angels love thee.*

VEN. And the repetition of these last verses of music has called to my memory what Mr. Ed. Waller,† a lover of the Angle, says of love and music :—

Whilst I listen to thy voice,

Chloris, I feel my heart decay;

That powerful voice

Calls my fleeting soul away:

Oh! suppress that magic sound,
Which destroys without a wound!

* These verses will be found in "Select Ayres, &c." 1659, with the initials, W. D. Knight, meaning perhaps, Sir William Davenant.--Hawkins.

William Davenant was born at Oxford, in 1605, the son of an innkeeper; and received the first part of his education at the Grammar School there; whence he was entered of Lincoln College; but remained not long, and became page, first to the duchess of Richmond, and then to lord Brooke. He succeeded Ben Jonson as Poet Laureat, in 1637, and was knighted in 1643. After the Restoration he obtained a patent for erecting a theatre in Lincoln's-Inn-fields. He died in 1668, and was buried in Westminster Abbey.-Johnson.

+ Edmund Waller was born in 1605, at Coleshill, in Buckinghamshire, and received his education at Eton, and King's College, Cambridge. At the age of eighteen he was in parliament, and took part against the king: in 1643, however, he was sentenced to be hanged for a plot on his behalf; but saved himself by submission to the ruling power, and the weighty influence of the pocket. He afterwards wrote an elegant panegyric in favor of Cromwell, and subsequently another, on the king, at his Restoration! He died in 1687, and was buried at Beaconsfield. poems are easy, smooth, and generally elegant.-Johnson.

His

Peace, Chloris, peace; or singing die,
That together you and I

To heaven way go:

For all we know

Of what the blessed do above,

Is that they sing and that they love.

Pisc. Well remembered, brother Peter: these verses came seasonably, and we thank you heartily. Come, we will all join together, my Host and all, and sing my Scholar's catch over again, and then each man drink the other cup and to bed, and thank God we have a dry house over our heads.

Whilst I listen to thy voice,

Chloris, I feel my heart decay;

&c. &c. &c.

PISC. Well now, good night to every body.

PET. And so say I.

VEN. And so say I.

COR. Good night to you all, and I thank you.