I presently discovered the musician and songster to be Orpheus and Sappho.
Old Homer was present at this concert (if I may so call it), and Madam Dacier sat in his lap.

He asked much after Mr.Pope, and said he was very desirous of seeing him; for that he had read his Iliad in his translation with almost as much delight as he believed he had given others in the original.

I had the curiosity to inquire whether he had really writ that poem in detached pieces, and sung it about as ballads all over Greece, according to the report which went of him.

He smiled at my question, and asked me whether there appeared any connection in the poem; for if there did he thought I might answer myself.

I then importuned him to acquaint me in which of the cities which contended for the honor of his birth he was really born?
To which he answered, "Upon my soul I can't tell." Virgil then came up to me, with Mr.Addison under his arm.