It has happened twice that I heard the music of stringed instruments, viol och hakbrade,* on the street, which so soothed the spirits that they could hardly tell they were not in heaven. It cheered them so that they were swept almost beyond themselves with joy. I felt their joy, and it was great, and now even as I am writing these words, there is music of fiddles, and the plucking of strings continues, and because of it they are so changed that they are hardly the same spirits. * Swedish for "violin and harp."