He must come here often." "Nothing, I am sure, would delight him more," said the doctor.

"Eh, my boy ?" "Nothing, indeed," said George, "but--" "But your reading, I suppose." "Never mind your reading, sir!" exclaimed the organist.

"What's that to music?
Take my advice, and go in for music." Poor George! for a moment he felt tempted to abandon all his ambitions and resolutions at the prospect of a career so delightful and congenial.
But he was made of firmer stuff than Tom Drift, and replied,-- "I cannot do that, sir; but if I may come now and then--" "Come whenever you like," said the organist; and so saying he shook George and his friend by the hand, and hurried from the chapel.
This was the event which of all others brightened George Reader's first year at college.
Instead of aimless walks, he now stole at every spare moment (without cutting into his ordinary work) to the organ, and there revelled in music.
His acquaintance with the college organist increased and developed into a friendship, of which mutual admiration formed a large element, and one happy Sunday, a year after his arrival at Cambridge, he received, for the first time, the much coveted permission to preside at the organ during a college service, a task of which he acquitted himself so well-- nay, so remarkably well--that not only did he frequently find himself again in the same position, but his playing came to be a matter of remark among the musical set of Saint George's.
"Who is the fellow who played to-day ?" a man inquired one day of the organist; "is he a pupil of yours ?" "No.

I might be a pupil of his in some things.

He's a boy, and, mark my words, if he goes on as he's begun he'll be heard of some day." "What's his name, do you know ?" inquired the youth.
"I don't even know that, I never-- Here he comes!" "Introduce me, will you ?" "With pleasure.