To the memory of William W. Austin
Scholar, Musician, and Teacher

 

This, then, is the message, which, knowing no more as I unfolded the scroll of it, what next would be written there, than a blade of grass knows what the form of its fruit shall be, I have been led on year by year to speak, even to this its end.

—John Ruskin, Fors Clavigera, June 1877