John de Lancaster: a novel; vol. I.Cumberland, Richard
General
John de Lancaster: a novel; vol. I.
Cumberland, Richard
Wales, North -- Fiction
Pardon me! resumed De Lancaster: If leisure now served, I could give you
specimens of the pains I have taken in the way of illustration, not only
with the learned treatise of _Vincentio Galilei_, a noble Spaniard,
published in the year 1581, but also with the Satyricon of _Martianus
Capella_, as edited and illustrated by the celebrated Grotius in his
early years. Permit me to say that I could give you the scale, and mark
out to you the distinct semitones of _Quarlino_, _Giovanni Bardi_, and
_Pierro Strozzi_. This would be demonstration, that could not fail to
edify, and at the same time I would adduce such evidence, as should
prove to you that my ancestorial harp was the very prototype of that,
which _Epigonus_ of _Ambracia_ was said to have played upon with forty
strings, when he first taught the Sicyonian minstrels to lay aside the
plectrum, and employ their fingers in the place of it: when _Julius
Pollux_ therefore gives this new-constructed harp the name of Epigonium
in honour of Epigonus, it is a mere trick, after the custom of the
Greeks, to arrogate all originality to their countrymen, and defraud my
ancestor of his prior title to give name to his own invention. In like
manner I can detect their plagiarism, when they ascribe the invention of
the double-headed plectrum to Sappho, whilst I have models still in my
possession, that prove it to have been the very identical plectrum in
general use, when my ingenious ancestor struck out a better practice. I
am therefore very naturally interested to prevent my ancestorial harp
from being confounded with the seven-stringed lyre, ascribed by Homer to
Mercury, of which the testudo formed the sounding-board; much less would
I have it mistaken for that delineated by _Hyginus_ with crooked arms,
and least of all with the suspicious model in the museum of the Medici.
All this, my dear sir, said the colonel, I should be extremely delighted
with, were I capable of understanding it; but alas! how should I, who
was never accustomed to admire any thing above the crash of a regimental
band, comprehend a single word of what you have been saying to me? That
I am capable of preferring one tune before another is all I pretend to,
but to assign any reason for that preference is what I do not pretend
to.
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