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The Baths of Gastein. 307 Having thoroughly ascertained that he was not intruding, he sat down and placed his instrument before him. Then he began to play and with the first notes poor Sebastian’s attempt passed out of memory The doctor had not overrated its heart-touching powers. The melody was exquisite. ‘The ciockmaker had a good deal of expression in him : his nature was refined, and he threw it into his playing. That he loved music was evident. His occupation, too, had probably caused his fingers to be sensitive and delicate of touch. He played many airs, mingling the grave with the gay ; but throughout his face was immovable. It was strangely pleasant to sit and listen to him, and what the doctor called his unscientific music. The Tyrolese airs came out in perfection and with this at their command, their universal love for the art is easily interpreted. An hour passed quickly under the magic influence. Then the watchmaker got up, and with two more elaborate bows, departed. Several nights after that, when time permitted, he came in and whiled away the moments with his soft sweet melodies. ECoOMmicloooks (CO) in —_)