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OF A FAMILY OF MUSICIANS

The Organist of the First Congregational Church and His Antecedents.

W. T. Taber and His Accomplishments -- The Puritan Boy Learning the Organ in the Deserted Church.

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The wonderful thing about music -- heavenly maid -- is that she grows young whenever she is wooed. Ordinary women lose a few wrinkles out of their faces, and walk with lighter step, too, when they are loved, but at most they can only enjoy life for a part of a century, whereas music keeps dancing on down through the ages, always growing fairer to look upon, whether she wears purple robes and swings her timbrel of triumph by the Red Sea or mimics the white woes of Elsa of Braban upon the modern stage.

The lovers of music are different from the lovers of other women, because they are born with this love implanted in their souls, and no sooner do they hear the far off callings of the voice of her they are destined to live for than they cry, without so much as looking on her face: "Here, by God's rood, is the one maid for me."

These lovers come from every country on earth, and it is said that some as true crouch over the fire under the pale icelandic sky, as those who lift impassioned eyes and voices under the [hronding?] stars of Italy.

One finds these lovers right at one's own door, looking very much like other people, to be sure, but wearing on their hearts an amulet against old age and carking care.