they strung into cold chains, at 
much greater length than I record of what 
had been for me as Heaven outspread above 
in mystery and beauty, and as a heaven- 
ima^ng deep beneath, beyond my fathom, 
but whereon I had exulted as on the infinite 
unknown 1 they making it instead, a Reality 
not itself all lovely  ^a Revelation not itself 
complete. I had not then mixed in the mu- 
sical world  ^for there is such a world as is 
not Heaven, but Earth in the realm of Tone, 
and Tone-artists must pass, as it were, 
through it. How few receive not from it 
some touch, some taint of its clinging pres- 
ence! How few, indeed, infuse into it  
while in it they are necessitated to linger  

- the  of their heavenlv home I Dimly, 
of a ti'utb, had the life of music been then 
opened to my ken ; but it seemed at that 
moment again enclosed, and I fell back into 
the first darkness. It was so sad to me to 
feel thus, that I could not for an instant re- 
cover my faith in myself. I fancied myself 
too insignificantly i^ected, and would, if I 
could, have joined in the bnti-spiritual prate 
of Miss Lawrence and Santonio. Let me do 
them no