'Let music flourish!' So he said and died.
Hark! ere he's gone the minstrelsy begins:
The symphonies ascend, a swelling tide,
Melodious thunders fill the welkin wide
The grand old lawyers, chinning on their chins!
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The grand old lawyers, chinning on their chins! He would have been pleased with the beautiful memorial service. And then there are the lawyers, to wrap everything up.