A fellow-student taught me,--a glorious musician, and a native of the land of music,--Italy.

There, the very atmosphere breathes of harmony." The very first note he called forth, I felt a master's touch was on the chords, and leaning forward I held my breath to listen.

The strains rose rich and murmuring like an ocean breeze, then died away soft as wave falls on wave in the moonlight night.

He sang a simple, pathetic air, with such deep feeling, such tender, passionate emotion, that tears involuntarily moistened my eyes.

All the slumbering music of my being responded.