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Betterdefencethanshieldorbreastplateisholyinnocencetothenakedbreast。
Andtheyburiedthemusicianandhisbarbitontogether，inthesamecoffin。ThatfamousSteiner——primevalTitanofthegreatTyroleserace——oftenhastthousoughttoscaletheheavens，andthereforemustthou，likethemeanerchildrenofmen，descendtothedismalHades!Harderfatefortheethanthymortalmaster。
ForTHYsoulsleepswiththeeinthecoffin。AndthemusicthatbelongstoHIS，separatefromtheinstrument，ascendsonhigh，tobeheardoftenbyadaughter\'spiousearswhentheheavenissereneandtheearthsad。Forthereisasenseofhearingthatthevulgarknownot。Andthevoicesofthedeadbreathesoftandfrequenttothosewhocanunitethememorywiththefaith。
AndnowViolaisaloneintheworld，——aloneinthehomewherelonelinesshadseemedfromthecradleathingthatwasnotofnature。Andatfirstthesolitudeandthestillnesswereinsupportable。Haveyou，yemourners，towhomthesesibylleaves，weirdwithmanyadarkenigma，shallbeborne，haveyounotfeltthatwhenthedeathofsomebest-lovedonehasmadethehearthdesolate，——haveyounotfeltasifthegloomofthealteredhomewastooheavyforthoughttobear？——youwouldleaveit，thoughapalace，evenforacabin。Andyet，——sadtosay，——