ANCIENT MUSIC.--The Egyptian flute was only a cow’s horn with three or four holes in it, and their harp or lyre had only three strings; the Grecian lyre had only seven strings, and was very small, being held in one hand; the Jewish trumpets, that made the walls of Jericho fall down, were only rams’ horns. Their flute was the same as the Egyptian; they had no other instrumental music but by percussion, of which the greatest boast was the psaltery, a small triangular harp or lyre with wire strings, and struck with an iron needle or stick; their sacbut was something like a bagpipe; the timbrel was a tambourine, and the dulcimer was a horizontal harp, with wire strings, and struck with a stick like the psaltery. They had no written music; had scarcely a vowel in their language, and yet, according to Josephus, had two hundred thousand musicians playing at the dedication of the Temple of Solomon. Mozart would have died in such a concert in the greatest agonies.--_Dr Burney’s History of Music._ POETICAL LECTURE ON ANATOMY. The following is the purport of a lecture on anatomy. The lecturer is represented as taking up the human skull, containing the brain and its appendages, with the nervous cords exposed to observation, and with “_apostrophic eye_” proceeding:-- This is the tenement of thought, The mansion of the mind, Whose empire, as the universe, Is boundless undefined! ’Tis vaulted, like the evening sky In star-wrought grace unfurl’d, And like that very firmament, Hangs o’er a breathing world-- A world of thought, a world of sense, A world of passion, pride, Reason, perception, hope, love, light, In glory side by side! Here gather, too, in crowded thrall Of agile grace and hue, Imagination’s thousand forms Fast thronging on the view. Here reason reigns, here genius dwells, And here ambition lives! And brightest ’mid that mighty throng, The soul immortal thrives. Here, too, imperial will resides In regal state enshrined, In stern dominion over all, With majesty combined! Mark this! it is his messenger, That, like electric fire, Swift-wing’d, the mandate beareth forth Of reason or desire. This filament, this very thread, Hath power to shake the frame; THAT, whispering to the heart’s warm core, To light love’s genial flame. And THIS, or THIS, to sense inclined, Hath magic in its spell, To waken pleasure, pain, or hope, And rapture’s story tell. And this small cord sent to the eye, Can comprehend the whole-- The limitless, the vast profound, Where worlds unnumbered roll! THAT, to the tongue can captivate, THIS, epicures enslave, THAT, to the same makes slander rife, And THIS perchance a knave. THAT, to the ear, oft makes the soul Quake ’neath the thunder’s peal, Or to the heart, with genius warm’d,