Tenderly he laid his broken violin on the piano, and, like one receiving a gift straight from the hand of the Godhead, folded his arms around the woman--enough, if music itself had been blotted from his universe! His violin was broken, but his being was made whole! his treasure taken--type of his self, and a woman given him instead! "It's just like him!" he murmured.
He was thinking of him who, when a man was brought him to be delivered from a poor palsy, forgave him his sins..