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A BEQUEST TO MUSIC
“Let music flourish!” So he said and died.Hark! when he's gone the minstrelsy begins:
The symphonies ascend, a swelling tide,
Melodious thunders fill the welkin wide—
The grand old lawyers, chinning on their chins!
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