The English Barbarians have true men of Science. They are those to whom the people are indebted for nearly all of the useful discoveries and inventions. Men, who, engaged in some pursuit, apply a patient investigation and thoughtful experiments to see if they cannot _improve_ the existing _means to ends_. In these investigations, they discover a new source or a new _way_ of power; and, in the experiments, new applications and uses of it. When these men fall into the hands of the _Scientists_ and Philosophers, and, leaving their work-shops, _shine with the gods_, at the Congresses--they usually end in that _glamour_--their light is no longer an illumination! Of the musical Art, some things may be said. There is a wonderful variety of instruments--not many at all like ours. Some of the stringed are similar to our _Che_. There is one, so enormous a structure, as to equal a house in size. It is made by a wonderful combination of hollow, metal pipes, ranging in size from a flute to a big cannon; and in height from a span to the lower mast of a ship. Its sounds are many, single in melody, or astonishing in a wild, clanging harmony (the Barbarians think); but to me, discord. All the combined noises are terrific; and surpass what the effect would be of our _Che_, _Yuhnien_, and _Pieu-king_ all sounding at once! In Singing, the men often roar like bulls, and the women scream, making hideous contortions. A handsome woman does not like to sing. There is a Theatre--play--where all the parts, men and women, are sung. The passions of love, hate, jealousy, and so on, are sung and screamed at each other by the players in the most absurd manner. The woman will sing and shriek out the most astonishing _gymnasts_ of voice, the man shouting and bellowing back, and then both together bellow and scream; the woman, at last, falls into the arms of the man, or the man throws himself in a passion at the feet of the woman--both singing and screaming all the while--and the curtain drops! Then arise the noisy plaudits of the spectators--demanding a repetition! The barbaric music is, for the most part, like themselves, rude and noisy. There are some exceptions--and in simple melody often sweet and tender. The _flute_ and the _horn_ are pleasing--the former is much like our _Cheng_. Occasionally, one or two thousand singers, and as many performers on instruments come together, and give a grand _Musical Treat_. Judge what this must be, when you add to this vast combination also the prodigious _House of Noise_ (called Organ)! Oratory is an Art much admired among the Western tribes, and the English think themselves to be prëeminent. I can hardly judge; one needs to be a perfect master of a tongue to follow a speaker as he ought to be followed. Barbarous races commonly produce effective Orators; the imagination is vivid, the passions strong, and there is enough culture to make the forms of speech at least tolerable.