TROMBONE. Ah, maddened with delight,
I welcome him upon the loud trombone.
THE BASS DRUM. I, in more subtle wise,
Upon the big bass drum.
THE TENOR. And I upon the trembling flute, that shrieks and
languishes and dies.
ALL THREE. Welcome, and make a widowed land rejoice:
Welcome, attunéd voice;--
Sweet eyes!
It is a very fine ending, and I congratulate Mr. Daniel Witton upon
it most sincerely....
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It reminds one of the Bacchæ.
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Should the student desire to attempt something of the kind for
himself, he cannot do better than to invite a musical friend and
compose the ode strictly in conjunction with him; neither should
write separately from the other, and let there be no quarrels or
tantrums, but let each be ready to give way.
I suggest, as a subject for this exercise, a Funeral Ode upon the
same statesman, to be sung when occasion serves.