John Weeks Moore

“ When one hears it, he can revel in the full luxury of music ; and to thus enjoy song, one can have no hired minstrel, no crowded benches, no glare of lamps, no bustle. He must have a still, calm eye, in some quiet bower, away from the hum of cities ; with one who needs not ask or be told what string to strike - one who will cling to the merit, not the less precious that we seldom hear it, the pathetic simplicity which nature prompts - whose heart is in the strain breathed forth - carolling in its own created atmosphere of harmony. ”

“ To such a feast one would be even selfish enough to wish no fellow-guests. One would have no voice to break the spell - to startle the spirit from its trance of enchantment - to mar with the sounds of earth the tones which bless us with dreams of heaven. ”