No. XXX
The sturdy musician, who had said, “What shall I play?” to which some one replied, “Any strains of Beethoven, he charms all!” as this was not an acceptable suggestion, struck up a piece after his own heart.
He said, as he struck the strings, in a sentence composed of exactly the same letters—“Nay, for this ’cello heaven sent a Brahms!”
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