He transported us into another world.

We forgot the shells, the mud, (p.

090) the darkness, the wounded men, the lonely graves, and the hideous fact of war.

We wandered free and unanxious down the avenues of thought and emotion which were opened up before us by the genius of him whose eyes were shut to this world.

It was with deep regret that, when the concert was over, we heard him close the keyboard.