John de Lancaster: a novel; vol. I.Cumberland, Richard
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John de Lancaster: a novel; vol. I.
Cumberland, Richard
Wales, North -- Fiction
Upon this occasion we should have been sorry if De Lancaster had failed
to recollect, that both Hercules and Alexander condescended to take
lessons on the harp, tho’ the former broke his masters head with his
own instrument, and the latter insisted upon his privilege of striking
the wrong string, whenever it suited him better than the right. Robert
therefore found it necessary to caution his grandson against copying
those boisterous scholars, and strictly enjoined him to give close
attention to the instructions of his master, after the example of the
Cretan youths, who were universally educated in music, and remarkably
obedient to their teachers.
John accordingly sate down with eagerness for the undertaking, and in
point of diligence few Cretans could have exceeded him; but when
unexpected difficulties began to stare him in the face, and every lesson
seemed to increase those difficulties, his ardour cooled and despair
possessed him wholly. David Williams at length pronounced _ex
cathedrâ_, that his pupil had positively no genius for the instrument;
the case was hopeless, and the harp was laid aside.
I am sorry for it, said the grandfather, but I am myself no performer on
the harp, though a lover of its melody, and sure I am that no man can
possess a spirit prepared to meet the vicissitudes of fortune with
equanimity and calmness, unless his passions have been disciplined by
music. Let the boy’s genius therefore be watched, and, if it points to
any other instrument, indulge him.
Shortly after the promulgation of this edict the musical propensities of
the discarded harper began to shew themselves in a very different
character, and he now conceived a passion for performing on the
trumpet.
Be it so! said the grandfather; it proves at least his spirit has a
martial cast.
Colonel Wilson was now returned, and heard with infinite delight the
story of the dead soldier, told by Cecilia so greatly to the credit of
his darling boy John; but when his friend De Lancaster told him with an
air of triumph of his reigning passion for the trumpet, he treated it as
a jest, and ridiculed the idea. Disappointed by this reception, and
somewhat piqued, De Lancaster was determined to stand to his defences,
and that Wilson, who had arraigned the trumpet, should be doomed to hear
the trumpet’s advocate.
Sir, said he, you will permit me to remind you, that the trumpet is an
ancient and a venerable instrument. If it be said that the walls of the
city of Thebes were raised by the lute of Amphion, we have better
authority for believing that the walls of Jericho were thrown down by
the trumpets of the Israelitish Priests.
I hope, replied Wilson, the trumpet of my friend John will not be quite
so efficacious. If the castle tumbles down with the blast, we may chance
to be buried in its ruins.
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