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if he has obtained a respectable knowledge of his instrument；
who otherwise would find the time hang heavy on his hands；
or； for want of some better amusement； would frequent the
dangerous and destructive paths of vice and be ruined forever。
。 。 。 I am in hopes； therefore； my dear young pupil；
that your violin will occupy your attention at just those
very times when； if you were immoral or dissipated； you would
be at the grogshop； gaming…table； or among vicious females。
Such a use of the violin； notwithstanding the prejudices
many hold against it； must contribute to virtue； and furnish
abundance of innocent and entirely unobjectionable amusement。
These are the views with which I hope you have adopted it；
and will continue to cherish and cultivate it。〃
II。
〃There is no bard in all the choir；
。 。 。 。 。 。 。
Not one of all can put in verse；
Or to this presence could rehearse
The sights and voices ravishing
The boy knew on the hills in spring；
When pacing through the oaks he heard
Sharp queries of the sentry…bird；
The heavy grouse's sudden whir；
The rattle of the kingfisher。〃
Emerson's _Harp。_
Now began an era of infinite happiness； of days that were never
long enough； of evenings when bedtime came all too soon。
Oh that there had been some good angel who would have taken in hand
Anthony Croft the boy； and； training the powers that pointed so
unmistakably in certain directions； given to the world the genius of
Anthony Croft； potential instrument maker to the court of St。 Cecilia；
for it was not only that he had the fingers of a wizard； his ear
caught the faintest breath of harmony or hint of discord； as
〃Fairy folk a…listening
Hear the seed sprout in the spring；
And for music to their dance
Hear the hedge…rows wake from trance；
Sap that trembles into buds
Sending little rhythmic floods
Of fairy sound in fairy ears。
Thus all beauty that appears
Has birth as sound to finer sense
And lighter…clad intelligence。〃
As the universe is all mechanism to one man； all form and
color to another； so to Anthony Croft the world was all melody。
Notwithstanding all these gifts and possibilities；
the doctor's wife advised the Widow Croft to make a plumber
of him； intimating delicately that these freaks of nature；
while playing no apparent part in the divine economy；
could sometimes be made self…supporting。
The seventeenth year of his life marked a definite epoch
in his development。 He studied Jacob Friedheim's treatise until
he knew the characteristics of all the great violin models；
from the Amatis； Hieronymus； Antonius； and Nicolas； to those
of Stradivarius； Guarnerius； and Steiner。
It was in this year； also； that he made a very precious discovery。
While browsing in the rubbish in Squire Bean's garret to see
if he could find the missing sound…post of the old violin；
he came upon a billet of wood wrapped in cloth and paper。
When unwrapped； it was plainly labeled 〃Wood from the Bean
Maple at Pleasant Point； the biggest maple in York County；
and believed to be one of the biggest in the State of Maine。〃
Anthony found that the oldest inhabitant of Pleasant River remembered
the stump of the tree； and that the boys used to jump over it
and admire its proportions whenever they went fishing at the Point。
The wood； therefore； was perhaps eighty or ninety years old。
The squire agreed willingly that it should be used to mend the old violin；
and told Tony he should have what was left for himself。
When； by careful calculation； he found that the remainder would make
a whole violin； he laid it reverently away for another twenty years；
so that he should be sure it had completed its century of patient
waiting for service； and falling on his knees by his bedside said；
〃I thank Thee； Heavenly Father； for this precious gift； and I promise
from this moment to gather the most beautiful wood I can find；
and lay it by where it can be used some time to make perfect violins；
so that if any creature as poor and helpless as I am needs the wherewithal
to do good work； I shall have helped him as Thou hast helped me。〃
And according to his promise so he did； and the pieces of richly
curled maple； of sycamore； and of spruce began to accumulate。
They were cut from the sunny side of the trees； in just the right
season of the year； split so as to have a full inch thickness
towards the bark； and a quarter inch towards the heart。
They were then laid for weeks under one of the falls in Wine Brook；
where the musical tinkle； tinkle of the stream fell on the wood already
wrought upon by years of sunshine and choruses of singing birds。
This boy； toiling not alone for himself； but with full
and conscious purpose for posterity also； was he not worthy
to wear the mantle of Antonius Stradivarius？
〃That plain white…aproned man who stood at work
Patient and accurate full fourscore years；
Cherished his sight and touch by temperance；
And since keen sense is love of perfectness；
Made perfect violins； the needed paths
For inspiration and high mastery。〃
And as if the year were not full enough of glory； the school…teacher
sent him a book with a wonderful poem in it。
That summer's teaching had been the freak of a college student； who had
gone back to his senior year strengthened by his experience of village life。
Anthony Croft； who was only three or four years his junior； had been his
favorite pupil and companion。
〃How does Tony get along？〃 asked the Widow Croft when the teacher
came to call。
〃Tony？ Oh； I can't teach him anything。〃
Tears sprang to the mother's eyes。
〃I know he ain't much on book learning；〃 she said apologetically；
〃but I'm bound he don't make you no trouble in deportment。〃
〃I mean；〃 said the school…teacher gravely； 〃that I can show
him how to read a little Latin and do a little geometry；
but he knows as much in one day as I shall ever know in a year。〃
Tony crouched by the old fireplace in the winter evenings；
dropping his knife or his compasses a moment to read aloud to his mother；
who sat in the opposite corner knitting：
〃Of old Antonio Stradivari；him
Who a good quarter century and a half ago
Put his true work in the brown instrument；
And by the nice adjustment of its frame
Gave it responsive life； continuous
With the master's finger…tips； and perfected
Like them by delicate rectitude of use。〃
The mother listened with painful intentness。 〃I like the sound of it；〃
she said； 〃but I can't hardly say I take in the full sense。〃
〃Why mother；〃 said the lad； in a rare moment of self…expression；
〃you know the poetry says he cherished his sight and touch by temperance；
that an idiot might see a straggling line and be content；
but he had an eye that winced at false work； and loved the true。
When it says his finger…tips were perfected by delicate rectitude
of use； I think it means doing everything as it is done in he