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and that, and Huber put this and that together.

Every one who knew him said that he was a happy man, and no wonder, for his mind was busy all the while about things worth knowing; and instead of complaining bitterly and idly that he had no eyes, he thanked God that he had a mind, and could make very good use of other people's eyes. He died in 1831, eighty-one years of age.

WHEN MUSIC IS HEARD.

THE MUSIC PARTY.

THERE had been a music-party at the house of the Professor. The instruments were a piano, two violins, and a violoncello; the music was chiefly from Beethoven and Mozart. There was, however, one piece from Haydn which was the most entertaining of all, for in that the company also acted as performers. It was his Children Symphony, in giving which an orchestra is required, beside the violins and violoncello, of a night-owl, cuckoo, quail, rattle, whistle, bells, penny trumpet, and drum. Each of these instruments has its appointed part, and a good interpreter of the music fancies a sleighing party or hunt, a mimic battle or a spring scene in which the cuckoo with "ominous note" has it all its own way, with no indignant poet to put it to flight. This piece had been performed with great success, spite of the sheepiness of the young gentleman who played the penny trumpet, and considering also the defective playing upon the whistle. But every orchestra has its faults, though few main.

tain such good feeling as did the amateur one upon the evening mentioned. The parts had been distributed without much regard to the character of the performers, and the student, who was particularly unmartial, and somewhat melancholy indeed, was the one who played the trumpet so badly; the rattle was given to a young lady who spent the rest of the evening in looking over an album of photographs upon the table, and the night-owl fell to the liveliest person in the room. But just this incongruity made more fun. The company was small and well-chosen; there was unconstrained enjoyment; the music was carefully selected and admirably played; the Children Symphony was novel and well carried out, and all agreed that the evening, now at an end, was one of the pleasantest they had ever spent. The host and his amiable wife followed the company to the door, and at last all were gone.

The student, however, remained a little longer, as he was a privileged person, and it was well understood between him and the Professor's daughters that there was an entire mould of ice-cream left, which could not possibly keep and which it was a pity to throw away. This after-play lasted a while and ended with the student's asking to hear once

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