WHAT MUSICAL SOUNDS DO YOU LOVE? 1. The sweet and solemn sound Of Sabbath worshippers. W. C. BRYANT. 2. The _bugle_, silver-tipp'd, That with a breath, long-drawn, and slow-expiring, Sends forth that strain, which, echoing through the wilds, Tells of a loved one's glad return. SOUTHEY. 3. The voice of _waters_, and the sheen Of silver _fountains_ leaping to the sea. N. P. WILLIS. 4. The _humbee_ singing Drowsily among the flowers, Sleepily, sleepily, In noontide swayeth he, Half balanced on a slender stalk. J. R. LOWELL. 5. _One voice_, in its low, musical depth, More dear and thrilling than the crowds' applause; Even as the far-off murmur of the surge, Heard at hush'd eve, is sweeter than the homage Of waves tumultuous, dashing at your feet. MRS. ELLET. 6. _Small voices_, and an old _guitar_, Winning their way to an unguarded heart. ROGERS--_Italy_. 7. When soft music comes to thine ear, as thou liest at night, thine eyes half closed in sleep, and thy soul as a stream flowing at pleasant sounds. It is like the rising breeze that whirls at first the thistle's beard, then flies dark-shadowy over the grass. OSSIAN. 8. Kissing cymbals making merry din. KEATS. 9. _Merry cricket_, twittering thing! How you love to hear it sing! Chirping tenant, child of mirth, Minstrel of the poor man's hearth. ELIZA COOK. 10. The wild enchanting _horn_! Whose music up the deep and dewy air, Swells to the clouds, and calls on echo there, Till a new melody is born. GRENVILLE MELLEN. 11. _Soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse_; Such as meeting soul may pierce, In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked with sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed, and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the cords that tie The hidden soul of harmony. MILTON--L'Allegro. 12. Words to the witches in Macbeth unknown; _Hydraulics_, _hydrostatics_, and _pneumatics_, _Chlorine_, and _iodine_, and _ærostatics_. HALLECK. 13. The light _guitar_; Its holiest time the evening star, When liquid voices echo far. J. G. PERCIVAL. 14. _Cataracts_ that blow their trumpets from the steep! WORDSWORTH. 15. Through your very heart it thrilleth, When from crimson-threaded lips Silver-treble _laughter_ trilleth. TENNYSON. 16. The _cricket's_ chirp, and the answer shrill Of the gauze-winged _katydid_. J. R. DRAKE.