Saying this, he led me to a large building, which resembled a barn, where we were received by the _Maestro di Capella_, who was an old and deaf huntsman. The first object I beheld was a beautiful she-ass in a _Mecklinburgh_ night-cap, who brayed a solo. Her voice was one of the clearest, sweetest, truest, most powerful and extensive I ever heard. In compass, it is from _B♭_ on the fifth space in the bass, to _D_ in _alt_, full steady and equal; her shake was good, and her _portamento_ admirably free from the nose, mouth, or throat. We were then entertained by a duet between the _Mingotti_, and a large raven, in the _chromatic_, which grew more spirited by my friend’s pulling a bone out of his pocket, which he threw to the performers, and thereby produced a _conflicta_. I then told my friend that I would willingly hear the _castrato_, but he told me he was afraid the _Caffarelli_ could not oblige me in that particular, as he had unfortunately taken cold by rolling too long upon an unaired dunghill, and was then actually in a course of sugar-candy. However, he threw a turnip to encourage him to exert himself, and I could judge from what I then heard, that he is likely to become a most masterly performer. My friend then tied strings to the ears of six young greyhound puppies, which he twitch’d with so much art and judgment by means of a pully, that I think the effect was equal to any _viol di gamba_ I ever heard, not excepting that of the Elector of _Munich_. My friend then suspended two cats by the tails, which he contrived should alternately bob upon the noses of two sucking pigs, who were tied by the hind-legs to the floor: though I observed these performers were somewhat embarassed in their manner, yet I could not but acknowledge the effect was quite original and truly theatric. Mr. _Quaver_ then told me that he had formerly introduced some of these performers to sing at a concert, but without success: and he made great complaints of the unpoliteness of the audience, which he said could sit with patience three hours to listen to the unmeaning trills of heroes in hoop-petticoats, and _Italian_ vagabonds in a strange language, while they would not bestow one half hour upon the voice of nature and their brethren. Tho’ I was quite ignorant of the facts he alluded too, yet, like Dr. MUS, I was so partial to talents, wherever I found them, that I could not help condoling with my kind host upon the occasion; and after having bemoaned the degeneracy of the times, and wished him success in his truly original undertaking, which I promised him I would take due notice of in my intended work, I set forward on my journey to _Bristol_.