is implanted in the Ear a pure, subtil, and quiet air, with the filaments of the auditory Nerve; and then the whole Nerve itself. By the help of those several parts our hearing is thus performed; in age the several holes and Cavities of the Ears are stopped; the drum is unbraced; the hammer is weakened, the anvil is worn, the stirrup is broken, and the inward air is mixed and defiled; the filaments are dulled, the nerve itself is obstructed, so that there cannot but follow heaviness of hearing. Hence old _Barzillai_ complains to David, 2 Samuel, xix, 35, _I am this day eighty years old_, _and can I discern between good and evil_? _Can I hear any more the voice of singing men and singing women_? _Wherefore should thy servant be yet a burden to my lord the king_? Thus the habit and taste for Music is brought low. This appears to be the literal sense of this passage, and some of those unpleasant days which many of our fallen race see with grief; all must lament it as creatures, but yet Believers must rejoice, as new creature, that all their musical days are not at an end—no, but that they are only beginning, as son as they enter upon their Father’s house above, and in the resurrection morn their harps, their powers, will be sweetly tuned to the praise of electing grace and eternal love. Permit me here to insert those lines from the hymn just quoted. Lord I believe thou hast prepar’d, Unworthy tho’ I be, For me a Blood-bought, free reward, A golden harp for me. ’Tis tun’d and strung for endless years, And form’d by power divine, To sound in God the Father’s ears, No other name but thine.