And many more--with whom ungentle Time Forbids my weak and wandering verse to say; Save one great master-spirit, whom my rhyme _Must_ pause to honour--for the meteor ray Burnt with intensest radiance o'er his head; Albeit too soon within his eager ear The realm of sound deep silence overspread, Whom yet the world is learning to revere-- Beethoven! he should sleep with thee--the Wizard--near! There's left a space, beside his hallowed dust, For thee with whom began my feeble song; But be it long before the encroaching rust Of Time wear out thy energies--and long Ere the grim Tyrant with resistless call Beckon thee hence--before thy bow be hung In some gray chapel--and thy brethren all Strive for thy magic instruments unstrung; If Heaven were kind to man, thou shouldst be ever young! A fortnight later, Chorley was able to reassure his readers by contradicting the report. It seems that the rumour was started through the death of Dr. Paganini (referred to at the beginning of this essay), and there seems little doubt but that he was the brother of the violinist. [Illustration: _Plate X.--See Appendix._ COPY OF OIL PAINTING OF PAGANINI IN THE MUNICIPAL MUSEUM AT GENOA.] In 1836, some speculators applied to Paganini to give the support of his name and his talent to the founding of a Casino in Paris, of which the ostensible object was music, the real end, gambling. It has been suggested that the project appealed to Paganini's avarice, which caused him to lend himself to the accomplishment of the undertaking. On the other hand, it is fair to assume that the artist was in ignorance of the true motive of the promoters of the scheme; and the fact that certain instructions to the trustees of the fortune settled on his son had been made public some four years earlier lends countenance to the impression that he was disgusted with gambling, and had long ceased to indulge in the vicious pastime.