text:  But music real music--not in the harsh exaggerated style now in the ascendant but simple pure melodious such as might have entranced the soul of a Handel when in some vision of night sounds swept from angelic harps have floated around him the gifted one in whose liquid strains and stately harmonies fall on our ravished ears the echoes of that immortal joy--such we confess to be one of our idols before whose shrine we pay a willing gladsome homage; though now alas! it must be in dens and caves of the earth since _modern_ heresy has banished it from the temple of Apollo