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ic eruption of patriotism, or make him as docile as-an officeseeker; but this unclear-screaming-screeching-howling-rolling-shaking-quavering-falling-pitching and heaving, all-in-the-same-breath kind of music of the modern school, commonly called opera music, Italian music and, is better calculated to a place in the corn field to scare away the crows than to charm even human nature, to say nothing of the savage. There is no one more fond of music, unclear of the soul, mind you, than myself; but I do most heartily repudiate the, so called, fashionable music of the present day. There is no melody in it, according to my way of thinking. There may be music; so there may be in a tin kettle, a cornstalk, or conkshell in skillful hands-in a waterfall, the win, a fox chase, or a locomotive whistle-but is there melody? That's the question. It is my fortune, or rather misfortune, to reside in a neighborhood unclear of musicians, consisting of all the phases of vocal and instrumental proficiency, from running the unclear to the most exquisite and elaboart de-mi-unclear-quavering shake. From morning 'till night, and from night 'till morning, my ears are favored with on continual unclear of discord and harmony-I should have preferred humming-interlanded with the rattling of knives