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own name and peculiarities, and this circumstance 

 added to his curiosity. They agreed to go to the 

 music meeting together the next day, but before 

 they separated for the night, the doctor produced 

 from an enormous pocket-book which he carried 

 about with him, the following linesj which he had 

 composed, or rather parodied from his favourite 

 author, in praise of his favourite composer Handel. 



Handel, with his symphonies 

 Gentle airs, and melodies 



All the soul to Heaven doth raise : 

 But his chorus so sublime 

 From that bright and blissful clime 



Brings to earth an angel's praise. 



In his music is such art 

 Softly sweet to sooth the heart, 



Or transport with extasy, 

 Calming each perturbed breast : 

 Care and grief are laid to rest ; 



Fall asleep, or hearing, die. 



Hark ! O hark ! those sounds supreme, 

 'Worship pure, and love inspire 



Suited to their heavenly theme, 

 Vying with immortal choir. 

 Give, chaste songstress, give again 



"With Miriam's voice, that holy strain. 



The doctor said, that he alluded in the last two 

 lines to Miss Tenant's so unaffectedly and correctly 

 singing the last air in the Messiah, and which 

 those who have heard her will well recollect. The 

 stranger agreed in the praise thus bestowed upon 



