The horse stopped short from time to time before the window, raising his head up now and then, as he was feeding on the grass.
The dog continued for above an hour seated on his hind legs, looking steadfastly at the player.
The ass did not discover the least indication of his being touched, eating his thistles peaceably.
The hind lifted up her large, wide ears, and seemed very attentive.
The cows slept a little, and after gazing, as though they had been acquainted with us, went forward.
Some little birds, who were in an aviary, and others on the trees and bushes, almost tore their little throats with singing.
But the cock, who minded only his hens, and the hens, who were solely employed in scratching a neighbouring dunghill, did not show in any manner that they took the least pleasure in hearing the trump marine."
One of the best descriptions of the influence of music I consider to be Wordsworth's lines on the Blind Fiddler of Oxford Street. Many of you, doubtless, are familiar with them; but for the information of those who may not, I shall quote them.
"An Orpheus! an Orpheus! Yes, faith may grow bold,
And take to herself all the wonders of old.
Near the stately Pantheon you'll meet with the same
In the street that from Oxford hath borrowed its name.
"His station is there, and he works on the crowd:
He sways them with harmony merry and loud:
He fills with his power all their hearts to the brim.
Was aught ever heard like his fiddle and him?