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stops of varied power and expression, upon which 

 I have no doubt he could have performed Scar 

 latti s celebrated cat s-fugue. 



Whether Calvin died of old age, or was car 

 ried off by one of the diseases incident to youth, 

 it is impossible to say; for his departure was as 

 quiet as his advent was mysterious. I only know 

 that he appeared to us in this world in his per 

 fect stature and beauty, and that after a time, 

 like Lohengrin, he withdrew. In his illness 

 there was nothing more to be regretted than 

 in all his blameless life. I suppose there never 

 was an illness that had more of dignity and 

 sweetness and resignation in it. It came on 

 gradually, in a kind of listlessness and want of 

 appetite. An alarming symptom was his pref 

 erence for the warmth of a furnace-register to 

 the lively sparkle of the open wood-fire. What 

 ever pain he suffered, he bore it in silence, and 

 seemed only anxious not to obtrude his malady. 



