WILLIAM HUN Nil AM) llh WoltK 

 t -+- 



OH \ri BB i 



FAMILY 



ClCERO in his exquisite little book, written two 

 thousand yean ago in the infancy of astronomy, and 

 called Scipio$ Dream, delighted the Roman world of 



iv with stories of the stars, which were a mixture 

 of romance and truth lie formed some idea of 

 movements from a rough approach that had been made 



then to a globe of the heavens, and he filled his 

 readers with awe at the music which was believed 

 to accompany their passage through space. The music 

 of the spheres has passed into our language and our 

 thoughts at the present day. But it won 1.1 have been 

 the greatest wonder of all could Cicero have foreseen 

 that, more than nineteen centuries after his day, the 

 true music of tl -\s and the truest means of 



hearing it sung would be discovered by the genius, 

 the almost unaided genius, of " a philosopher without 

 tin- rulrs." a musician in the town of Bath, then a 

 haunt of savages or wild beasta He was organist 

 in the Octagon Chapel of that city the director of 



