There are other forms of Music, which though not strictly entitled to the name, are yet capable of giving intense pleasure. To the sportsman what Music can excel that of the hounds themselves. The cawing of rooks has been often quoted as a sound which has no actual beauty of its own, and yet which is delightful from its associations. There is, however, a true Music of Nature,--the song of birds, the whisper of leaves, the ripple of waters upon a sandy shore, the wail of wind or sea. There was also an ancient impression that the Heavenly bodies give out music as well as light: the Music of the Spheres is proverbial. "There's not the smallest orb which thou beholdest But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims; Such harmony is in immortal souls But while this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it." [6] Music indeed often seems as if it scarcely belonged to this material universe, but was "A tone Of some world far from ours, Where music, and moonlight, and feeling are one." [7] There is Music in speech as well as in song. Not merely in the voice of those we love, and the charm of association, but in actual melody; as Milton says, "The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he awhile Thought him still speaking, still stood fixed to hear." It is remarkable that more pains are not taken with the voice in conversation as well as in singing, for "What plea so tainted and corrupt But, being seasoned with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil." It may be true as a general rule that "The man that hath no Music in himself Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils;" [8] but there are some notable exceptions. Dr. Johnson had no love of music. On one occasion, hearing that a certain piece of music was very difficult, he expressed his regret that it was not impossible. Poets, as might have been expected, have sung most sweetly in praise of song. They have, moreover, done so from the most opposite points of view. Milton invokes it as a luxury-- "And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs; Married to immortal verse Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out; With wanton heed, and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running; Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony." Sometimes as a temptation; so Spenser says of Phaedria, "And she, more sweet than any bird on bough Would oftentimes amongst them bear a part, And strive to passe (as she could well enough) Their native musicke by her skilful art." Or as an element of pure happiness--