s, and two horns, and in the same year two military concertos
for two oboes, two horns, two trumpets, and two bassoons.[8] He wrote
pieces for the harp, glees, "catches," and other songs for the
voice. One of these, the _Echo Catch_, was published and had even
considerable vogue.

A competent musical critic writes to me of this work: "The
counterpoint is clear and flowing, and is managed with considerable
taste and effect. It would be difficult to explain the great
cleverness shown in the construction of the _Catch_ without diagrams
to illustrate the movements of the parts. It is certainly an
ingenious bit of musical writing."

When he left Bath (in 1782), many of these musical writings were lost,
in his great haste to take up his new profession. One, specially, his
sister remembers to have written out for the printer, "but he could not
find a moment to send it off, nor answer the printer's letters." This
was a four-part song, "In thee I bear so dear a part." He wrote very
many anthems, chants, and psalm-tunes for the excellent cathedral choir
of the Octagon Chapel. Unfortunately, most of this music is now not to
be found.

A notice of HERSCHEL'S life which appeared in the _European Magazine_
for 1785, January, gives a very lively picture of his life at this
time, and it is especially valuable as showing how he appeared to his
cotemporaries.

"Although Mr. HERSCHEL loved music to an excess, and made a
considerable progress in it, he yet determined with a sort of
enthusiasm to devote every moment he could spare from business to
the pursuit of knowledge, which he regarded as the sovereign good,
and in which he resolved to place all his views of future happiness
in life.". . .

"His situation at the Octagon Chapel proved a very profitable one,
as he soon fell into all the public business of the concerts, the
Rooms, the Theatre, and the oratorios, besides many scholars and
private concerts. This great run of business, instead of lessening
his propensity to study, increased it, so that many times, after a
fatiguing day of fourteen or sixteen hours spent in his vocation, he
would retire at night with the greatest avidity to _unbend the
mind_, if it may be so called, with a few propositions in
MACLAURIN'S _Fluxions_, or other books of that sort."

It was in these years that he mastered Italian and made some progress
in Greek.

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