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of de eagle-winged genius, when it is impelled upwards identity being the most evident and obvious of all by de mighty impulses of de glorious gushings of its things to a rational man ; inasmuch as, asleep or awake, heaven-born poetical imaginings, that come over de sober or intoxicated, a man may forget all things ex. mind of de poet, like de grand cataract, and sweep away cept his own being. Now, in what form shall any all de common-place ideas of little-souled men.
man produce an argument of bis own being? for the Doctor.–Fine words, Mr. Punch—but
nature of an argument is, to be a medium which shall and much like a giblet pie—you have the odds and lead the prover to his proof. ends of ideas, the legs and wings as it were, but no- Now, if an argument be made use of to establish the thing distinct or intire
existence of one's own being, the argument is, a mePunch.—Giblet pie ! - You are very bad judge, dium between a thing and itself: Hence-to argue the Doctor. De obscurity you speak of is like de vapour existence of self is absurd and impossible. dat passes over de landscape--it is quite natural—it is
2d. For proof of the 2d, viz. That it is an essence : like de black patch on de fair face of nature dat give Every entity, except the Almighty, the self-existing, is grace and beauty to de countenance, it is de mist on
either an essence or an accident; which may be thus de mountain, and though de mountain is not all seen, illustrated.--Every entity either exists of itself, or denor distinct, nor entire, will any man but a fool say pendent on some other entity, which exists independat de mountain is not der?
dently—as whiteness and blackness, which are acciDoctor.—I don't understand your logic, Mr. Punch; dents, or properties of a body; and the figure of a chair, and I much fear, neither your oratory nor your logic which is dependent on the existence of the wood; for will take in the Glasgow market.
if the body did not exist there could be no blackness, Punch.—Well, well, Doctor-I will give you a few and if the wood, or some substitute for it, did not exist, more specimens of eloquence; for I wish my friends to there could be no figure of a chair. And such entities judge for me, and tell me where my great strength lies, are called accidents ; for, were this not the case, they and what style ) ought to follow, and what is my par- must have existed of themselves, without any dependticular vein, and de bent of my genius; and I throw ence on other independent things: like body and wood, myself, at full length, on de kindness of my friends, to above exemplified, which are called essences. tell me all dis. Now, I shall give you a speech in This distinction being established, we affirm that the a-noder style.—[Punch ascends the chair, sticks his mind, or distinctive nature of man, cannot be an accia thumbs in his arm-pits, rears back his head, pushes for- dent; for it is the nature of an accident to be borne ward his chest, and, shaking the curls of his brown wig with and received by some other thing independent in itself, a dignity and gravity becoming the great Thunderer of so as to admit of its bearing and receiving that acciOlympus himself, thus begins.]-Hear me for my cause, dent. But the mind of man bears and receives ideas and be silent that you may hear—take your fingers out of external images, and intellectual inferences, and both of your ears and put them in your mouts, that you may image and inference exist together in the mind, and are be de more silent and attentive to de simultaneous, again obliterated, a property which is repugnant to acspontaneous, and instantaneous burst of
cident. The soul, therefore, cannot be an accident. Doctor.-(Looking at his watch.)-Stop, stop, Mr. Now, it having been proved that every entity is either Punch, you must excuse me, my time is up, I am off, an essence or an accident, it follows that the soul is an in the mean time our friend Boniface will give you essence. Q.E.D. your first lesson in punch making, and be, perhaps, will 3d. That it is a simple, is thus demonstrated :also teach you to rumble an egg, an excellent old dish Every thing that exists is either divisible or indivisible. just coming again into fashion, and patronized by the What is indivisible, we here distinguish by the name Rumblegumpy Club.
of simple ; and what is divisible, by the name of comPublican.-It's wife that does that, Sir.
pound. Now we say that the soul conceives itself to Doctor.–Well, well, settle it among yourselves
For though it may affirm unity, and its oppoI'm off. I will hear your specimens another time. site, with regard to other things, still it cannot apply [Exeunt Doctor, while Judy, Punch and the Publican, number to itself, so as to admit of one being but a part retire to the adjacent. ]
of itself. Now, if the soul were divisible, by dividing the subject, the property would necessarily be divided
also—and unity, which is a property of the soul, wonld SUNDAY READING.
be divisible-which is impossible, for unity is indivisiON THE KNOWLEDGE OF THE HUMAN SOUL; WHICH IS LIKEWISE
ble. It therefore follows, that either the soul is indi. visible, or that it does not conceive itself to be one.
Now the futility of the latter being evident, the forThe human soul is a simple essence ; one of whose mer, which was to be demonstrated (viz. its being a properties is to form rational conceptions within itself, simple) is proved. directing and disposing of this sensitive body, (viz. 4th. To shew that it is neither matter nor material : Man) by means of certain powers and instruments. We say all matter is compound and divisible, the proof
This essence is not matter nor material, nor is it of which is, that place a material body, admitted to be perceived by any of the senses. And, in order to esta- such, between two other bodies which are in contact blish this, it is necessary to demonstrate certain things: with it, on each side,—of necessity that which touches Ist. The proof of the existence of the soul.
it on one side, cannot touch it on the other, otherwise 2d. That it is an essence.
it would not prevent them from touching each other, 3d. That it is a simple.
and therefore could not be a body between them, but 4th. That it is neither matter por material.
would be a part of these bodies ; and as it is in con5th. That it conceives by itself, and operates by tact, at two separate parts, with two separate things, it means of organs or instruments.
must itself be capable of parts; sueh body being there6th. That it is not perceived by any of the senses. fore compound, the qualities borne and received by it
1st. Now for the proof of the first, viz. the existence must likewise be compound; for if the subject be diof the soul, no argument is necessary, its existence and vided, its property is divided also. Of course, nothing
that is matter or material can be a simple ; now we * Extracts from the Akhlaak i Naseri, a work written about
have shown that the soul is a simple-Hence the soul the middle of the 13th century, by Mohammed Ben Hassan, (whose can neither be matter nor material. literary title was Nasser u Deen )-in the mountains of Persia, Again—No matter can receive a new figure or imwhen the forced guest of a successor of that Hussien from whom
pression, until that which it possesses be removed: the English word assassin is said to be derived; the same who in the history of the Crusades is styled Sheikh ul Jubal-Lord of the
Thus, a triangular body cannot become quadrangular, Mountains, not the Old Man of the Mountains, as generally trans
until the triangular figure be removed; and a bit of lated.--Translated in 1789.
wax, which has received the impression of a seal, can
CALLED THE REASONING SPIRIT,
not be conceived to possess another impression until and that death has no power to destroy it; but, on the the former one be removed; for if any thing of the for- contrary, that its annihilation is by no means possible. mer impression still remain, they are both confused, and neither complete—and this may be affirmed as a (A demonstration is bere omitted, too much savourconstant and universal property of matter. Now, the ing of the subtleties of the old schools of the West, and nature of the soul is contrary to this; for how many quite unworthy of the subject. It rests chiefly on a images soever are impressed upon it, whether from re. play of words, regarding the terms existence in esse, and flection or sensation, it receives them all in succession, annihilation in potentiæ.) without the necessity of removing one for the reception of the other, but the whole are completely and per- Moreover, any person who minutely considers the fectly imaged upon it. Nor can it ever happen that, properties of bodies, has an accurate knowledge of their from the number of images impressed, it can be ren- dependence on the laws of composition and association, dered incapable of receiving more ; but, on the con- decomposition and disjunction, and is well versed in -trary, the greater the multitude of the images it con- the whole science of the world of corruption and decay tains, the greater is, in fact, its facility of acqniring (Chemistry) must know, that no body, whatever, be
And hence it is, that the powers of the mind, comes entirely extinguished; but that accidents, modes, and its capacity to receive instruction and knowledge, composition, association, figures, and qualities which are increased in proportion to our attainments in sci- subsist in a compound subject, may be changed while ence and literature. Now, this property is opposite to the amount of matter shall still remain the same. For the properties of matter- Hence—The soulis not matter. example, water may become air, and air fire, but the
Again—No sense can have a notice of any thing that matter which receives these three separate appearances is not an object of that sense. Thus, vision has notice will still subsist, otherwise it could not be said that of no perception that is not visual ; and hearing, of water became air, and air fire ; for if an entity should none abstracted from sound. Besides, no sense can be be extinguished, and another produced, so that no sort sensible of itself, or of its own sensitive organ. For of junction subsisted between them, it would be imposexample, the sense of vision neither sees the seër, nor sible to say that one entity became the other entity, or the eye—nor can any sense perceive its own errors. that such matter bore the property of having its forms Thus, the eye sees the sun, which is more than one extinguished and varied. Now, seeing that material hundred and sixty times larger than the earth, of the substances are not susceptible of annihilation, uncomsame size as the moon, and has no notice of this pro- pounded essences, which are purer than base matter, digious mistake. And thus of a tree on the margin of will stand still higher touching the impossibility of a lake—the cause of its apparent inversion in the water annihilation. can never be perceived by the sense of vision. And The design of discussing this subject is, that every the same holds good with regard to the errors of the person who shall study this science may hold it certain other senses.
that the body is a mean or instrument to the soul, as Now, the soul perceives at the same instant the sen- tools and instruments to mechanics and tradesmen, and sations of all the senses—and determines a specific not, as some have imagined, that the body is its subsonnd to proceed from a specific object of vision, ject or abode ; for the soul is neither matter nor maand that this sound is the produce of that object. In terial, that it should be connected with subject or abode. the same manner the soul comprehends the distinct Of course the death of the body, with respect to the power and particular organ of each sense, distinguishes soul, is no more than the loss of the instruments with their natures, their frailties and their errors; and of respect to the tradesman. their notices, discriminates which are right and which And this position being amply and clearly establishare wrong; and, of consequence, credits some and re- ed, in works of speculative philosophy, by undoubted jects others. But it is evident that it does not derive proofs, what has been said may suffice. But God is this kind of knowledge from the senses; for it is impos- omniscient. sible to obtain from any sense that which it does not [This paper was found in the repositories of a late much-esteempossess, nor can it have received from a sense a deci- ed clergyman of this city.] sion which belies that sense. It is therefore evident that the soul is distinct from the corporeal senses, that
LITERARY CRITICISM. it is of a more noble nature, and of more perfect comprehension. 5th. That it conceives by itself, and operates by
A Queer Book. By the ETTRICK SHEPHERD. Edinburgh, 1832. means of instruments, is proved by its consciousness; for it cannot possibly be conscious by means of an or
Of late the Ettrick Shepherd has been making himgan or instrument, so as to admit of an instrument be- self more notorious by his eccentricities, than by his tween itself and its existence. And it is on this prin- literary labours, and, among these eccentricities is the ciple that a thing which obtains notices by means of an name which Mr. Hogg has thought proper to make instrument, cannot comprehend by itself; for, as we choice of for this last child of his brain. To call a have said, the instrument cannot be between it and it- collection of ballads “a Queer Book,” for any other self, nor can self, when made a medium, serve as an reason than that of catching the public ear by a instrument to self. And this is the meaning of Philo- strange sound, we are at a loss to discover, and, if sophers in affirming that, with regard to reason, the this be the cause of the baptism, we must be allowed agent, the thing acted on, and the act, are one and the to add, that we think the author of “ The Queen's
Wake” ought to have been above such charlatanerie. That the soul operates by means of instruments, is We lately gave our opinion, at some length, of Mr. evident from its perceiving by means of the senses, and Hogg's peculiarities as a ballad writer, and the volume communicating motion by means of muscles, tendons, before us only confirms us that we were right in what and nerves, the detail of which belongs to Physiology. we said. The Ettrick Shepherd has a fine poetical
That it is not perceived by any of the senses is proved capacity for the ancient Scottish ballad, but he has by the senses having no notice of any thing that is not neither the merit of being a correct antiquary, nor an matter or material. Now the soul is neither matter nor ingenious imitator, and hence the compositions, which material-Hence, it is not perceived by them.
chiefly fill the volume before us, must be regarded not This is what we proposed to discuss regarding the as specimens of those strains in wbich our forefathers nature of the soul, which may suffice as far as regards used to indulge, but merely as the powerful imaginings what we already affirmed on that subject.
of James Hogg. Of tbe ballads before us, we are But it is, moreover, to be understood, that the human most in love with “ The Growsame Carle," soul continues to exist after the dissolution of the body, Witch's Dirge,” and “ Ellen of Reigb," the conclud.
ing portion of which we give as a fair specimen of the
PROPOSED CIVIC PROCESSION.
Poor Ellen watch'd the parting strife Of her she lov'd far more than life; The placid smile that strove to tell To her beloved that all was well. Oh, many a holy thing they said, And many a prayer together pray'd, And many a hymn, both morn and even, Was breathed upon the breeze of heaven, Which hope, on wings of sacred love, Presented at the gates above.
The last words into ether melt, The last squeeze of the hand is felt. And the last breathings, long apart, Like aspirations of the heart, Told Ellen that she now was left, A thing of love and joy bereftA sapling from its parent torn, A rose upon a widow'd thorn, A twin roe, or bewilder'd lamb, 'Reft both of sister and of damHow could she weather out the strife And sorrows of this mortal life!
The last rights of funereal gloom,The pageant heralds of the tomb, That more in form than feeling tell The sorrows of the last farewell, Are all observed with decent care, And but one soul of grief was there. The virgin mould so mild and meet, Is rollid up in its winding sheet ; Affection's yearnings form’d the rest, The dead rose rustles on the breast, The wrists are bound with bracelet bands, The pallid gloves are on the hands, And all the flowers the maid held dear, Are strew'd within her gilded bier ; A hundred sleeves with lawn are pale, A hundred crapes wave in the gale, And, in a motley, mix'd array, The funeral train winds down Glen-Reigh. Alack! how shortly thoughts were lasting Of the grave to which they all were hasting !
In the prospect of an “ Order of the Day" being issued, to com.
Twelve Mutes on Mules, dressed in black, with weepers and
Band of Music,
Playing,—“ I'm wearin' awa, Jean.”
Twelve Saulies, with the fore finger of their left hand hardly
MR. G. The Ex-Provost's Man, bearing a banner, on which is a full-length portrait of the late John Adams, architect of the condemned bridge, under which is inscribed the words, “ Out o' sicht, out o' mind.”
OPERATIVE LODGE OF FREE Masons in their working clothes,
“ It's an ill win' that
PAISLEY Coaches COVERED WITH BLACK CRAPE. Three abreast, followed by an OMNIBUS, surmounted with sable plumes, in which sits the Lyon King at Arms.
The Engineers of the two Water Companies, each attended by
Scavengers, four and four, each carrying a broom reversed.
Officers of Police, three and three, with red coats and blue
Commissioners of Police,
“ This is not our doing.”
THE TRADES' HOUSE.
The Convener with the master court, in an open carriage, ex-
Two mutes arrayed as sappers and miners, each having a pair of jumpers, and followed by an unknown individual, closely masked and cloaked, with a five-pound canister of gunpowder in one hand, and a lighted match in the other. City OFFICERS, with their coats turned and halberts reversed.
Band of Music, (with drums muffled,)
Playing—“ Dead March in Saul.” City Magistrates without their chains, and cocked hats reversed, in mud boots, and mounted on Mason's mares with wheels, and dragged by a Locomotive Engine.
City Clerks masked, with a large bundle of Acts of Parliament under their arms. On their hats the words, “ We live by Bills.”
The Bridge Treasurer, bearing on his back a sack of sovereigns to be thrown into the Clyde, while he holds, in his left hand, the city purse, which is empty.
The Superintendent of Public Works, mounted on a majestic hobby horse on wheels, drawn by two piebald ponys, with his face to the tail, and his eye steadfastly fixed upon the 720 page of the “ Annals of Glasgow,” while ever and anon he is dropping a tear upon the passage which describes the bridge as one of the handsomest in the world ! ! !
Tue RENFREWSHIRE Lairds, blindfolded two and two, led by the nose by particular members of the Town Council; Mr. W. of K
bearing a banner, on which is inscribed « Revolution rather than Reform."
The Bridge Trustees, with their heads shaved and their hands tied, supported by two individuals connected with the Upper Navigation.
The grave is open; the mourners gaze On bones and skulls of former days ; The pall's withdrawn-in letters sheen, “ Maria Gray—aged eighteen,” Is read by all with heaving sighs, And ready hands to moisten'd eyes. Solemn and slow, the bier is laid Into its deep and narrow bed, And the mould rattles o'er the dead !
What sound like that can be conceived ? That thunder to a soul bereaved ! When crumbling bones grate on the bier Of all the bosom's core held dear ; 'Tis like a growl of hideous wrathThe last derisive laugh of Death Over his victim that lies under ; The heart's last bands then rent asunder, And no communion more to be Till time melt in eternity!
From that dread moment Ellen's soul Seem'd to outfly its earthly goal ; And her refin'd and subtle frame, Uplifted by unearthly flame, Seem'd soul alone—in likelihood, A spirit made of flesh and bloodA thing whose being and whose bliss Were bound to better world than this.
Her face, that with new lustre beam'd, Like features of a seraph seem'd; A meekness, mix'd with a degree Of fervid, wild sublimity, Mark'd all her actions and her moods. She sought the loneliest solitudes, By the dingly dell or the silver spring, Her holy hymns of the dead to sing ; For all her songs and language bland Were of a loved and heavenly landA land of saints and angels fair, And of a late dweller there; But, watch'd full often, ears profane Once heard the following solemn strain.
* We have given a place to the above Jeu d' Esprit, with the best feelings towards the public functionaries named in it. By doing so, we beg leave distinctly to state, that we mean no disrespect to any one therein alluded to, while for many who may be supposed to tigure in the programme, we need hardly add that we entertain the highest personal respect.
THE EDITOR OF THE COURIER, dressed as City Falconer, with two beautiful white Doves on his right hand, collared in crape.
The Lord Provost, in an open barouche, with the regalia and clothing of the R. W.M. of the Grand Lodge of Scotland, reversed, with a gilt mallet in one hand, and a silver crowbar in the other ; cocked hat reversed, under which is seen the MS. of the speech proposed to be delivered on the melancholy occasion.
The Reform Marshal, in a most gorgeous uniform, his baton and cocked hat covered with crape ; followed by the citizens of Glasgow and Gorbals, six and six, and preceded by twenty powerloom maidens, chaunting “ Hey, Bonny Brig,” particularly the following verse :
Were it not for the weir, no brig could be here,
Or, sunk in the mud, it would soon disappear ;
When they missed the brig in the morning. transposed into a minor key by a member of the Philharmonic Society.
DEATH OF JOHN TAYLOR, ESQ.
The author of Monsieur Tonson, &c. “ bade the world good night" last week, and was on Monday buried at the parish church of Bloomsbury. For more than forty years connected with the public press of London, and much with the theatrical world, few men were more generally known to the wide circles of society than Mr. Taylor. He was the son of the celebrated Chevalier Taylor, whose travels over the Continent as the curer of all diseases, boasted an éclat unrivalled in more more modern times. Early introduced by him to life, Mr. Taylor himself practised with considerable reputation as an oculist; but his vocation was for the drama, journalism, and light literature; and he almost entirely gave up his profession to follow these. Mr. Taylor, we presume, wrote a greater number of prologues and epilogues than any man that ever existed; and he also produced an immense multitude of composi. tions on almost every subject,-friendly tributes on happy, and consolatory verses on sad occasions, lines on pictures, (for he was attached to, and no mean connoisseur in the fine arts,) songs, epigrams, and in short every species of poetical production. Some of his humorous pieces are possessed of great merit : his Monsieur Tonson, for instance, is not surpassed by any thing of the kind in the English language. The small volume in which it appeared had several similar stories of hardly inferior point and merriment, including a story of Hayman and the Lion.
In his later years Mr. Taylor published a larger collection of his miscellanies; but they were not deserving of being remembered beyond the period and circumstances which had elicited them. Mr. Taylor also wrote, we believe, a pamphlet on the dispute at the Haymarket Theatre (1791), and the brief biographical sketches which accompanied Cadell's British Gallery of Portraits. He was a clever and well-informed dramatic critic, and lived on terms of intimacy with all the principal performers of his day, being farther connected with the Kemble family by marriage,—his first wife and, we believe, Mrs. Stephen Kemble were sisters. In private Mr. Taylor was known to thousands as a most facetious companion. He was a punster of most invincible perseverance, but often said very witty things; and in his better days was, perhaps, as entertaining in conversation, with anecdote, playfulness, and satire, as any man within the bills of mortality. He was for a long period a proprietor of the Sun newspaper, to which he contributed every sort of authorship to which the columns of a periodical is open. Mr. Taylor was acquainted with many of the most distinguished individuals of the age. By his second marriage, with a Scottish lady of highly respectable family, he has left a son, whose amateur musical talents are of a delightful order. Infirmities and age had of late years withdrawn him much from his wonted places; so that his loss will not be so obvious as if he had fallen in his gayer era, when, indeed, few men could have been more missed, even from the wide society of the metropolis, than John Taylor. It is believed that he has left MSS. of his Reminiscences; and if they embody what used to be his conversation, they must be very amusing.
ly; and Madame Ballante, with the feelings of a mother who had alone in view the happiness of her child, consented to their union. Its joys were, however, of short duration; for, after a few fleeting months of bliss, the young and tender wife was cut off in the midst of her happiness, and Cimarosa left the widowed father of
His grief was overwhelming : but he at length yielded to the entreaties of Madame Ballante to marry again. This lady had adopted and brought up an orphan girl as her child. She took her to Cimarosa : “ This, my friend,” she said, “ is my second daughter.” Alas! happiness seemed not destined for a man so peculiarly qualified to enjoy it as Cimarosa. His second wife died very young, leaving him a son and a daughter.
Cimarosa had a fine mind : his feelings were those of a being superior to the best of ordinary men. He had great powers of intellect, and an abundant store of general knowledge, independent of the fine spirituality of his transcendant genius. He sang better than the most celebrated artistes ; and his manner of accompanying was beautiful beyond description. My brother, who was a passionate admirer of Cimarosa's compositions, as all must be who can feel music, told me that he once had a musical battle with this celebrated composer, which lasted a whole morning. It was who should first tire the other. Cimarosa was at the piano, and my brother at the harp. The former would give out a subject, and Albert would make variations upon it on his harp. Cimarosa would then sing it in every key, and in every measure, as barcarola, canzonna, polacca, romanza, &c. “ These were the most agreeable hours," my brother has often said to me, that I ever spent.” The facility of improvisation is an extraordinary and enchanting gift of nature, which Cimarosa possessed in rare perfection; and when, at a party, he sang extemporaneously a delightful song, to which he improvised words with marvellous facility, it was impossible to avoid bestowing upon him the epithet of divine, of which my personal admiration of him justifies the use in this work. He was a lively, pleasant companion, fond of laughter; and he possessed in the highest degree, that quality so generally the concomitant of superior genius,—I mean, generosity. How many unfortunate emigrants were succoured by Cimarosa! At Paris, when the beautiful finale of the “ Matrimonio,” “ Pria che spunti,” or " Quelle pupille tenere," elicited almost frantic applause, it is well known that the profit of these immortal productions was devoted to assuage the misfortunes of many of our unhappy countrymen. But we were then living under a government unable to appreciate the virtue of such a man. Instead of a civic crown in the name of the admiring country, persecution, fetters, and torture were the rewards bestowed upon Parthenope's brightest glory, for having exercised the most noble philanthropy. It is well known that the persecutions which Cimarosa underwent were the cause of his premature death.
Madame Ballante, also a victim of the troubles which divided their beautiful country, lost all her fortune. A mind like Cimarosa's could only utter accents pure and lovely as his thoughts. He had the happiness to receive his benefactress at his own house. “ You are mistress here,” said he; “ for is not every thing I possess yours? Are you not my mother,—nay, more than mother, my best and dearest benefactress ?”.
Cimarosa endeavoured to struggle against royal terrorism, but it was of no avail. Neapolitan terrorism was more exquisitely atrocious than any other, and its cruelty more permanently active; which is saying a great deal. The horrible crimes committed at Naples are generally unknown ; but when the eye of historic research shall penetrate that page of iniquity-when it shall behold the murders, the judicial robberies, the religious persecutions—the mind of the honest historian will shrink back with horror. And when he afterwards learns that a woman-aye, a woman-commanded the execution of all these horrors, what will he then feel?
Cimarosa, scarcely fifty years of age, died on the 10th January, 1801. His name and works will be immortal.
The following interesting sketch of this celebrated musician, is taken from the third livraison of the Duchess d’Abrantes's Memoirs, just published in Paris :
This great master of harmony was born at Naples (Capo-diMonte), and educated at the Conservatory of Loretto, where he followed the school of the incomparable Durante. On leaving the Conservatory, he, like all other young composers, had to seek a patron, which he had the good fortune to find in Madame Ballante, whose immense wealth enabled her to afford liberal encouragement to the fine arts. She supported with her patronage the genius of the young musician, and she soon had the satisfaction to perceive that his growing celebrity conferred a considerable degree of honour upon herself. Madame Ballante had a daughter, who heard not with indifference the beautiful voice of Cimarosa giving utterance to his still more beautiful music. She soon loved him deep
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