VOL. V. PUBLIC "'Gainst death and all oblivious enmity Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room That wear this world out to the ending doom. -Sonnet LV, 9. LEONARD SCOTT PUBLICATION CO. PHILADELPHIA AND NEW YORK. This is the tune of our catch played by the picture of Nobody. Music, ho! music such as charmeth sleep! -Tempest III. iii. -Midsummer-Night's Dream, IV. i. O the genius of Shakespeare, music has offered perhaps the greatest and most lasting tribute. Casting a glance backwards through the dimming vista of three centuries, one may descry the shades of departed musicians marshalling their battalions of notes, infantry and cavalry, melody and harmony, "eager to do and die," in honor of the great genius who sits serene above. Many lands are represented in this motley procession, and many links in the complex network of musical evolution; from the quaint old sixteenth century songs, mostly in the minor mode, where joy is ever tinged with melancholy, to the glorious conceptions of a giant, Mendelssohn, or the curious and bizarre effects of a fanatic, Berlioz. Nor can be forgotten the hosts, but little endowed with divine fire, who "flourished respectably in their day, |