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 gracefully expressed himself on this subject (in his Okus, p. 138) in a poem which he calls Labutj zpěw—or the Swan-song.

! that the bohemian muse

Should call so late upon the singer,

When on the borders of the grave,

A little while his footsteps linger.

brings a wreath to deck my bier,

When years all mortal hopes dissever,

And beckons to detain me here,

When evening shades grow thick for ever.

Šnaidr is now justiciarius in Smidar.