of death.

    And from te se arms, t a s riness and desolation, a slo of all life? as it th and space breaking in?

    itared at tony broark  streamed from t it iful, it rang, it vibrated. It was music!

    I once felt t at time a joy?  I once caug and tals.

    Verses came into my  I had once come upon somewhere:

    e above you ever more residing

    In tar translumined ice

    Know nor day nor nigimes dividing,

    ear nor age nor sex as our device.

    Cool and uncernal being,

    Cool and star brigernal laughter.

    t. I did not recognize  t glance, for  pigtail, knee breecook a seat close beside me, and I  of  .  tus and some instruments t stood beside ook it very seriously, tig, and I looked   and nimble fingers and  in admiration of iful and skillful oo, by ttle appre ually doing and of   ed, I took no ever.

    I soon found,   it in going order, and no;Munico Grosso in F Major by ;

    And in fact, to my indescribable astonis and in trumpet spat out,  more ado, a mixture of bronc noise t o, tline of t divine music. I could distinguisic structure and trings.

    quot;My God,quot; I cried in ;? Do you really mean to inflict triump victorious ermination against art? Must t?quot;

    a cold and eerie laug  everyttered by it. orment isfaction tended to tin trumpet. Laugill,  torted, t and on; and laugill, he replied:

    quot;Please, no patardando? An inspiration, eolerant man, let tardando toucride like gods. And let tion