FINDINGS OF THE EAR 



every great language is a marvelous instru- 

 ment of a million octaves, made through 

 long centuries and by unnumbered races, in 

 instinct and habits, perchance, as wide 

 asunder as the poles. Every thought and 

 emotion of man, from the depths of his 

 despair to the summit of his highest ecstasy 

 and aspiration, has added its note and half- 

 note, stop and pedal, to this enchanted in- 

 strument. Not only man, with all the ebb 

 and flow of the tides of his life, and all the 

 lower animals, beast, bird, and fish, but every 

 beauty of nature has echoed itself into its 

 endless gamut, enriching and mellowing it, 

 like man, with an untold number of associa- 

 tions. 



Though the use of this marvelous instru- 

 ment is free to the whole world, only those 

 who have harmony in themselves can bring 

 harmony out of it. One man sits down to 

 use this most wonderful of all instruments, 

 and desecrates its latent music by playing 

 with one finger the cheapest kind of rag- 

 time music of language. Another, like a 

 Pan-blessed hermit, around whom all the 



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