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NO. 27.
MIDDLETOWN, DELAWARE, SATURDAY MORNING, JULY 1, 1876.
VOL. IX.
dumber and Hardware.
LINDLEY & KEMP,
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DOUBT.
BY CHARLES F. BOBBINS.
O God ! For what these bitter tears,
These passing hopes of weary years,
These fruitless fights with Fate?
We struggle for—we know not what,
And ne'er content with present lot,
Forever watch and wait.
Yet wait for what? The Siren sings,
"Pleasure the future ever brings :
Life is not all of woe."
But though this gloom may pass away,
The low'ring clouds of present day
Obscnre all things below.
As ocean with aboding roar,
Dashes against it rock-bound shore,
And back recoils again,
So men, in fury blind, rush on,
And in tbe empty victory won
E'er find but woe and pain.
A smile, a tear of transient grief,
Too soon forgot ; a strange belief,
The sable plumes, the pall,
A moss-grown mound, a gravestone pale,
A line or two to tell the tale,
And this of life is all.
Can this be truly all of life—
A bitter, never ending strife,
A yearning, sad unrest?
Or is there o'er the seas of time,
Beyond all woe, a happy clime,
Where dwell tbe truly blest?
Where 'mid the streets of shining gold,
As storied by St. John of old,
Glad songs of praise resound
To God, the Sun, the Life, the Light,
Whose perfect day casts out all night,
And glory shineth round
In vain I strive to pierce the gloom,
The vast unknown whose spaceless room
Fills all the wide abyss,
Doubt like a serpent coils around
My fainting heart, and bids me sound
No heights nor depths like this.
But faith her radiant touch shall lend,
To guide ray steps, for aye to send
Dark shapes of doubt away.
The blood that flowed from Calvary
Shall loose my bonds, shall set me free.
And be my hope, my stay.
JScltrt j&tors.
MOZART;
OR,
THE YOUNG MUSICIAN.
TRANSLATED FROM THE FRENCH.
It was on a fine morning, in the
month of April, in the year 1862, that
two children—one a girl about eight
years old, and the other a boy, perhaps
two years younger—descended the vine
covered hill of Kosoheez, at the foot of
which rashes tumultuously the beautiful
and rapid waters of the Moldau, which
are finally lost in the ancient forests of
Bohemia.
Instead of tripping along with the
careless gaiety of their age, the two
children, holding each other by tbe
hand, walked side by side, with thought
ful looks and down-cast eyes ; uuitiug
the gravity of mature age with the
charms and innocence of childhood.
Their attire betokened poverty ; the
color of the little girl's frock was faded,
the clothes of the boy were much
worn, and patched at the elbows and
knees with different colored stuffs ; but
nevertheless, tbe neatness with which
their fair hair had been combed, and
their fresh washed hands and faces,
seemed to indicate tbe love and care of
a mother.
They each held in one band a piece
of bread, which they looked at now and
then, but did not tonch. As soon as
they reached the foot of the hill, and
were about to eDter the shade of the
forest trees, tbe little boy broke the
silence.
"Did you notice, sister," he said,
"the manner in which mamma gave us
our breakfast this morning; and how
she sighed when I said, "Nothing but
bread !"
"Yes; and she was crying!" said
the little girl. "I saw her tears ; and
her look, which seemed to say, 'There
is nothing bat bread in the house, and
you must be coDteut with it.' But
what are you crying for, Wolfgang?"
added Frederica, while she shed tears
herself.
"I cry, because you cry," said Wolf
gang ; "and also because I bave only
dry bread for my breakfast !"
"Poor fellow," said Fredirica, drying
tho eyes of her brother with a kiss ;
"may you never have a greater grief.
But why do you not eat your bread ?"
"I am not hungry," answered the
boy.
"Ab, you would not want begging
to eat, if there was something nice
upon your bread !" said his sister.
"No, indeed," answered the boy, "I
am not hungry."
The little girl drew her brother
towards her, and, parting the hair from
his forehead, she said, "I would give
you a kiss and tell you what I was
thinking of this morning, only I am
afraid you are too little to talk to of
such things."
"Too little! and you are so big,you!"
said Wolfgang, with a tone of affected
pity.
"But I am bigger than yon," said
tbe little girl.
"By an inch or two; so you need
not be proud of it," answered the boy.
"And I am older than you."
"By a few months."
"By some years, sir. But let us
reckon, and not quarrel about it." said
Frederica, good humoredly. "I was
born on the 30th of January, 1854."
"And I was born on the 27th of
January, 1756, said Wolfgang.
"That makes two years," said the
little girl.
"All but three days," said the boy.
"Yes, all but three days," repeated
the girl. "But let us thrak what we
can do to help our parents."
"What are you talking about,sister?"
said the boy ; what can we do ?"
"That is what I am thinking of. O
Heaven ! what can we do?"
"Let us pray to God, sister; and
then, perhaps, we shall think of some
thing," said Wolfgang.
"You are right,brother; let us pray,"
answered the girl : "let us kneel down
ander this tree; God will see us!"
"And hear us too," said Wo lfgan g .
"Mamma says that God always heais
; children who pray for their parents."
j * ' A, 1 * ! . He . will hear us favor
1 ably, said Frederica,clasping her hands.
to
it
Wolfgang knelt down beside his sis
ter, putting his bread on the ground, in
order to join his hands. "Sister," he
then said, "shall we not pray also to
great saint, John Nepomueene, to
assist us?"
"Ycb, to St. John Nepomueene,'
answered Frederica.
"Then do you begin, sister, and I
will follow," answered the boy.
The little girl then said her prayer,
and ended by asking for the interces
sion of the Bohemian saint, the little
boy repeating the prayers after her ;
and both were so earnestly engaged
with what they were about, that they
did not perceive a mao, of somewhat
advanced age and of noble and distin
guished appearance, who stood at some
little distance from the tree beneath
which they knelt.
"Our prayer is finished, brother,"
said the little girl.
"And granted, too," said Wolfgang,
rising in his turn."
"Already!" exclaimed his sister.
"Yes, I thought of something while
you were praying," answered Wolf
gang.
"Then St. John Nepomueene must
have whispered it in your ear," replied
his sister.
"I do not know whether it was St.
John Nepomueene, or Dot; but this is
what came into my head ; You know I
have a little talent for playing on the
piano; but, indeed, if mamma had not
often said that we must not be vain,
I should say that I do not compose
badly And you, Frederica, though
you have not so much power over the
instrument as I have, yet for your age
you do not play so ill."
"There's a conceited child," said
Frederica.
"Do not interrupt me,dear Frederica,
I shall forget what I thought of.
Now, let us set out some fine morning,
and walk, and walk a long way. Some
times we shall come to a castle,and then,
Frederica, you shall begin to sing, and
somebody will come to the gate ; and
then the people of the castle will say,
"Oh the poor children !" and ask us to
come in and rest ourselves; and then I
shall go to the piano-"
"If there is one," interrupted the
little girl.
"As if there were not pianos every
where in these day !" answered the boy.
"But you provoke me with your inter
ruptions. I say then I shall go to the
piano,I shall get up on the stool, and I
shall play, and play, and everybody
will be enchanted. They will embrace
us, and give us sweetmeats and play
things, and to you they will give neck
laces and ribbons; but we shall not
take them, and I shall say, Pay us, if
you please, that we may take the money
to papa and mamma."
"Ah, you little rogue, how ambi
tious you are !" cried Frederica, throw
ing herself on her brother's neck.
"But that's not all," said Wolfgang ;
"let me finish my story. The king will
hear us talked about, and send for us.
I shall wear a beautiful coat, and you
will have a beautiful dress, and we
shall go to the king's palace. There
they will take us into a saloon full of
beautiful ladies, the like of whom was
never seen, and gentlemen all in em
broidery, and furniture all gilded, and
a piano. Such a piano ! the case all
made of pure gold, with silver pedals,
and keys of fine pearls, and diamonds
everywhere. Then we shall play, and
the Court will be delighted. And they
will surround us, and caress us, and
the king will ask me what I should like,
and I shall say, whatever you please,
king. And then he will give me a
castle, and I shall have papa and mam
ma to live, and—"
A burst of laughter interrupted, in
the midst of his recital, tho intrepid
young performer on the piano. Wolf
gang frightened, looked at his sister,
then, turning his eyes, he perceived the
stranger, who, hidden behind a tree
near to the two children had not lost a
word of their conversation. Fearing
that he was discovered, he approached
them, saying :
"Do not be afraid, ray children ; I
wish only to make you happy. I am
sent to you by the great saint, John
Nepomueene."
At these words the brother and sister
exchanged a look, and then turned their
eyes again upon the pretended messen
ger of tbs saint. This survey was
doubtless satisfactory; for the little boy,
running towards him, took hold of his
hand, and with a charming simplicity,
exclaimed: "Ah, so much the better ;
are you going to grant me my wishes ?"
"No, sir; not all at once," answered
the stranger ; then seating himself on
the spreading roots of a tree, and bid
ding Wolfgang stand before him, while
his sister, older and more timid, kept a
little aside, he said, "I shall give you
whatever you wish, on condition that
you answer me truly all the questions
I am going to put to you ; I warn you
beforehand, that if you tell a lie, I
shall know it !"
"Sir, you must know that I never
told a lie in my life," replied Wolfgang,
a little offended.
"That is what we shall see," said the
our
in
so
or
er
it
be
he
it
all
ly
a
a
stranger.
"What is your father's name ?"
"Leopold Mozart."
"And shat is his employment ?"
"He is maitre de chapelle ; he plays
on the violin and on the piano ; bat
best on the violin "
"Is your mother alive still ?"
"Yes, sir."
"How many children are there of
you ?"
As the little boy remained silent, his
sister answered this question.
"There were seven of us, sir; but
now we are only two, my brother and
myself."
"And yonr father is poor, my dear
child ?" said the stranger to the little
girl.
at
"Oh, yes; very poor, sir. See!"
she said, showing the morsels of bread,
which neither she nor her brother had
touched, "this is all the bread there
was iD the house. Papa and mamma
have not kept any for themselves.—
Every time that mamm a g ives ns our
breakfast, and says, 'Go and eat it ih
the fields, my dear children ;' it is that
we may not see that she has not any for
herself."
"Poor children," said the stranger,
greatly moved. "Where do your pa
rents live ?"
"Up there on the hill, sir, in that
little cottage that you see the roof of
from here," said Wolfgang.
"Did not that house belong to Dus
seck ?" asked the stranger.
"A musician, like our fathcF—yes,
sir," said the little girl.
" Poor children," repeated the
stranger, drying a tear. " Tell me,
when I saw you praying, what did you
ask for?"
"Me, sir?" said the little girl,
asked that I might know the way to
earn some money for my parents, so
that my brother and I may not every
day have to breakfast alone. Wolfgang
tells me that he has thought of a way
to get money, but I am afraid—"
"If what Wolfgang says is true, that
you can both play so well on the piano,
it is very likely you may earn money,
and I may be able to help you."
"My brother is so good a musician,"
said the little girl, " that not only he
can play at first sight any piece that is
presented to him, but he composes
pretty little pieces besides ; papa says
so."
"I
"And what age is your brother?"
"Six years old, sir; and I am eight."
"And this child composes already?"
exclaimed the stranger.
"Does that surprise you?" cried
Wolfgang, langhing. " Come to our
house, sir, and you shall see."
"The stranger drew out his watch,
reflected for a moment, and then said,
in a tone half serious, half jesting, "My
dear children, the great Nepomueene,
that revered saint of Bohemia, orders
me to tell you to go home to your par
ents, stay at home all day, and before
Dight you shall bave some news. Now
go
The straDger was retiring, but Wolf
gang took hold of his coat.
"Just one word, sir," he said, "be
fore you go back."
"What are you going to ask, broth
er ?" interrupted Frederica, wishing to
hinder her brother from speaking. He
then whispered something in her ear, to
which she replied, "No, no, Wolfgang,
it would be rude; I do not want it."
"What is it, my dear child?" said
the stranger.
"She wants me not to ask you if the
great Nepomueene won't send mamma
some dinner," answered Wolfgang, so
quickly that Frederica had not time to
stop him. "He can, I am sure, sir."
"Without doubt, your mother shall
have it," Eaid the stranger. "But what
else do you want? Speak out, do not
be afraid !"
"Well, then, anew coat for papa;
he has not been able to give his lessons
for some days past, for want of one."
"And then-"
"And then, a new gown for mamma !
it would become her so well !"
"Is that all ?"
"Enough, brother, enough!" said
Frederica, with the delicate suscepti
bility of a well-bred child.
"Leave me alone, sister, I am ouly
going to ask for something for you !"
'Ido not want anything; you are
asking the gentleman for too much !'
'Though I am pleased with your sis
ter's modesty,' said the stranger, 'I
authorize you to mention whatever you
wish for '
'Well, then, what I want is a large
house, and servants so that mamma
shall not be fatigued with doiDg tbe
work, and then—then, that is all, I
think !'
•But you have asked nothing for
yourself.'
'Oh, there is no need, sir ; give papa
all that he wants, and I shall want for
nothing.'
'Charming and admirable child !' said
the stranger. 'Farewell ; very soon you
shall see me again.'
As he uttered these words the
stranger rose, and disappeared so quick
ly among the shades of the forest, that
the children remained in surprise
"What! do you think, Wolfgang,
that he wiii send us some dinner ?' said
Frederica ; as with her brother she took
the road home.
'To be sure!' said Wolfgang, in a
confident tone.
"As for me, I am afraid the gentle
man has been making game of us' said
the little girl.
'Ah, we shall see about that!' re
plied the little Mozart.
So soon as our two children had re
entered their home, a woman, still
youug and neatly attired, said sorrow
fully to them—'What, have neither of
you touched your bread ?'
•We were not hungry, mamma,' said
Frederica.
'What, then, has made you lose your
appetite ?'
'Why, think, mamma!' said Wolf
gang, "I and my sister have seen a
messenger from the great Nepomueene,
whose history papa has so often told ns !'
'Indeed ! tell us how that happened,
Master Wolfgang?' said a good-natured
looking man, who just then entered,
and whom the two children saluted by
the name of 'good little papa!'
'Only fan'iv, good little papa !' said
Wolfgang; 'a tall, beautiful man, with
a beautiful face, who looked like a king
indeed.'
'And bow did you know that be was
a messenger from the great Nepomu
cene ?' inquired the maitre de chapelle.
'Oh, he told me so !'
'And what proofs did he give you of
it?'
'What proofs!—that is what we are
going to see !—he will send you a coat,
and a gown for mamma, and something
for my sister—and a good dinner for
all of us!'
M. Mozart could not help laughing
at his son's simplicity.
'And do you believe all this, my
dear child?' he said
'The friend of St. John Nepomueene
told me so, papa
'Ah, he was making game of you !'
'Making game of me?—why, papa !
—Oh no If you had seen him, you
would not say that ; his face is so good
natured. I can tell you, too, that in
stead of this poor little cottage, we are
to have a palace. Oh, since I have
known that, 1 do not like this little,
dull room !'
As be uttered the last words, the
chapelle and his son were on their way
to Vienna. On their arrival they were
little Mozart cast a look of disdain
about him. In fact, the chamber served
at once for kitchen and parlor. On one
side was a capacious fire-place, with
atew-pan8 suspended upon hooks within
the wide chimney ; and on the other, a
piano, above which a violin was hung
against the wall ; in the middle was a
table of some dark wood, and about it
a few rush chairs.
'Ah, so we shall have a palace, shall
!' said M. Mozart, good-humoredly.
'Yes, papa ; a palace and plenty of
But what are
we
servants to wait on us.
you doing mamma ?' said the child to
Madame Mozart, who was beginning
her preparations for dinner.
'Why, you see, while you are wait
ing for the servants, I am getting tbe
dinner ready !'
'The dinner, the dinner ! when I tell
you they will send us one ready cooked,
all ready cooked !'
The father and mother began to
laugh, when they heard a knock at the
door.
It was a covered cart, out of which
came a cook, his assistant, and all the
accessories of a first-rate dinner.
'We come from the person whom
Master WolfgaDg Mozart met at the
entrance of the forest,' said tbe cook,
as he entered. Then he placed upon
the table, as his assistant broaght them
out of the cart, various dishes ready
dressed, Eome bottles of wine, and all
the materials of an excellent dinner.
'Can you not inform me, my good
friend who was the person who sends
you?' said M. Mozart to the cook.
'I cannot satisfy you, sir,' said the
man respectfully.
The maitre de chapelle insisted.
■Well, then, sir, your son knows who
seDt me,' said the cook
'Yes,' cried Wolfgang, 'and Freder
ica knows him, too ; it was the messen
ger and friend of the great St. John
Nepomueene !'
'For heaven's sake explain this mys
tery,' said M. Mozart to the cook.
'Sir,' replied the man, 'I can tell you
nothing, except that tbe dinner is paid
f or —you can eat it without hesitation.
If you wish to know more, let your son
place himself at the piano, and impro
vise a sonata, then the person will ap
pear. Do not ask me any more ques
tions for I must not answer them.'
The dinner being served, the cook
retired with his assistant, mounted his
cart, and drove away.
Little Wolfgang was the first to break
silence after the departure of the cook.
'Well,' he said, 'did not I tell you !'
'Ah brother!' said Frederica, 'I
thought that the strange gentleman
was making sport of us, but now I see
myself that it was not so '
"My dear children," said Master
Mozart, "let us sit down to the table
The generous man who has sent us this
dinner is, doubtless, a good friend who
has been sent us, even though he may
not be the messenger of St John Nepo
Let us drink his health—bis
mucene.
name is unknown to us, but the remem
brance of him will always remain in
our hearts "
You may suppose how merry they
were over that repast ; tbe family of
Mozart had never dined so splendidly.
As to the children, they had never seen
such a feast ; aud they were still in the
midst of their joy, when the clock of a
neighboring convent struck two. Wolf
gang bounded from his chair.
"Where are you going?" inquired
his mother.
"To compose a sonata, to make the
gentleman appear, who gave us the
dinner."
Then he placed a little stool upon
which he stood, before tbe piano, for he
was so little that his elbows did not
reach tbe keys.
At first he ran up the scales, with an
energy and precision extraordinary in a
child so yonng and feeble ; then he
passed to the modulation of chords, and
finally improvised a theme so sweet, so
soft, that the maitre de chapelle and his
wife remained dumb with surprise.
Then, as he abandoned himself to the
exuberance of his infantine imagination,
his fingers flew over the keys ; touched
with the hand of a master, they would
now utter their full sound ; then gently
pressed, caressed as it were, they would
give forth tones so expressive, that
tears stood in the eyes of Mozart and
his wife.
Softened, moved beyend expression
by the melting sounds which Wolfgang
drew from his instrument, they all
forgot, not only the dinner, but the
promised visit of the stranger.
"Come hither that I may embrace
you, Master Wolfgang Mozart !" cried
the maitre de chapelle, with the enthu
siasm of a father and an artist; "with
the help of God, our lady, and the
great St. John Nepomueene, thou wilt
be one day a great performer, a great
composer, a great man ! Bat who will
push thee forward in the world, poor
unkown child ; who will rescue thee
from tbe obscurity in which thou art
plunged by my poverty ? Who will pro
tect thee ?'
"I will,' exclaimed a voice from
without. It was that of the stranger.
On beholding him, Wolfgang ran and
took hold of bis hand.
"See!' he exclaimed, "there is the
friend of the great Nepomueene.'
Scarcely, however, had the maitre de
chapelle set his eyes on the stranger
than, rising with an aspect of deep re
spect, he bowed profoundly, as he said,
"His Majesty the Emperor of Aua
tria.'
Some days after this adventure,
Madame Mozart was shedding tears,
while she prepared for the departure of
her husband and son.
"We are going to the oonrt of the
Empress Maria Theresa that queen so
great, so wise, and so virtuous; we are
going there at the invitation of her
anguat husband himself, Franois the
First.'
"At six years old, to begin a life of
labor,' said the poor mother, stifling her
sighs
"But I shall work for you, dear
mamma, and that will be a life of plea
sure,' replied Wolfgang, throwing him
self on his mother's neck,
An hour afterwards, the maitre de
informed that the Emperor would re
ceive them the next day At the same
time, orders were given for the arrange
ment of a concert, to which all the
lords and ladies of the couut were in
vited to hear the wonderful child.
The next day the elder Mozart went
out to visit his friends, and on his re
turn he found his son capering about
the chamber
"I have said my prayers and prac
tised,' exclaimed the boy, "and now I
am resting myself.'
A pretty sort of rest,' replied the
father, laughingly.
• Every one', papa,' answered the
boy, "follows his own fashion.'
When the evening came, Wolfgang
conducted by bis father to the im
perial palace. The maitre de chapelle
was dressed in black. Her son wore
a court costume ; a little coat of lilac
cloth, with a vest of the same color,
rose-colored breeches, white stockings,
and sbass with buckles.
A master of ceremonies introduced
them to the concert room,where nobody
had yet appeared. The first thing that
Wolfgang observed was a superb piano,
before which he quickly stationed him
self; his father went out into a balcony
which overlooked the magnificent gar
dens of the palace. Wolfgang, alone
in the vast saloon, lighted as for aroyal
fete, was seated before the piano, his
little fingers flying with wonderful
pidity over the keys, when he heard
the voice of a child near him say—
"Oh how well you play! Are you
the little Mozart that they have all been
talking about?"
Wolfgang turned his head, and saw
beside hioj a little girl of about seven
years old very richly dressed.
"How beautiful you are'! was the
reply of the Bohemian boy.
"Oh, never mind that!' said_ the
little girl. "But tell me,
gang Mozart?'
"Yes, mademoiselle.'
"And who taught you to play so
well on the piano?'
"My father.'
"And is it not tiresome to learn?
Are you not obliged to practise a great
deal ?'
"Yes, and sometimes that fatigues
me, then I say a prayer, and ask for
the help of the great St. John Nepo
that I may have courage and
good will, and he always gets it for
me.'
"And who is the great St. John
Nepomueene ?'
"The Saint of Bohemia.'
"Why is he called saint of Bohemia?'
"Because there is a statue of him on
the bridge over the Moldau at Prague.'
•That is no reason !' said the little
girl. impatiently.
'I know his history, and can tell you
all about him,' said Wolfgang.
'Oh, tell me!' said the little girl, "I
shall like to hear it !'
'Listen, then;'—and the little Mo
zart proceeded to relate what he kuew
of the life and martyrdom of the Bohe
mian saint,
As Wolfgang was finishing his story,
he heard a great rustling of silken
robes, the sound of satin slippers, and
the waving of feathers and flowers ; and
looking around him, he saw with aston
ishment that the saloon, which was
empty a few minutes before, was now
filled with beautiful ladies and fine gen
tlemen.
He rose, blushing and confused.
'Do you not remember me?' said a
gentleman, approaching him.
'You are the king!' answered Wolf
gang, as he looked at him.
'And this is the queen, Maria Ther
es},' said Francis, leading the little
Mozart towards a lady, about forty-five
years of age, aud in all the lustre of her
beauty ; who received the child with
the most unbounded kindness.
Little Mozart was then seated at the
piano, and then, smiling at those who
surrounded him, and particularly at the
little girl, who still kept near him, he
began to play. His execution was so
perfect, his little fingers passed with
such facility from a quick and difficult
movement to a measure slow and melo
diously accentuated, that the illustrious
audience uttered a cry of admiration at
the wonderful and precocious talent
which he displayed.
'Wolfgang is so well practised on his
piano that he could play with his eyes
shut !' said his father.
'Cover the piano, and you shall see!'
answered Wolfgang, and he then played
with the greatest accuracy under a cloth
which coBcealed the keys. When he
stopped, worn out and fatigued, his
poor little forehead covered with per
spiration, the Empress made him a sign
to approach her.
Wolfgang got down from his chair to
go to the Empress ; but either from the
confusion he felt amidst that brilliant
assemblage, or through not being ac
customed to walk upon a waxed floor
his foot slipped, and he fell.
The little girl uttered a cry, and run
ning to assist Wolfgang, she exclaimed,
in a voice soft and full of tenderness,
'Have you hurt yourself, my little
friend ?'
Wolfgang only answered, 'You are
more charming than all the world.—
Will you be my wife ?'
The little'girl burst out a-laugbing.
'That cannot be, poor little fellow !'
she said.
'Why not?' asked Wolfgang; 'we
are both of the same age.'
'You are only a poor little artist.'
'But I shall be a great man, some
day.'
'But I am Marie Antoinette, Arch
duchess of Austria !'
'That does not matter ; I will marry
you all the same !' cried Wolfgang, to
the great amusement of that imposing
assembly, who were little used to such
plain language.
Alas, that little girl, whom the in
fant Mozart so ingenously chose for his
wife, was not so happy as to marry an
artist. Long afterwards, on the very
day when Mozart, the great oomposer,
was hailed with the acclamations of the
people of Vienna, that little girl, be
come queen of France, and wife of the
unfortunate Louis the Sixteenth, was
insulted by a furious mob. Strange
and mysterious destiny of human life,
which God conceals from mortal eyes,
and the end of which none can divine !
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But to return to our little hero, who
romised so early all that he afterward«
Charmed by hia precocious
genius, the Empress Maria Theresa
condescended to let him associate as a
playfellow with the Archduchess Marie
Antoinette, who was a year older than
the little Mozart.
Wolfgang was not quite eight years
of age when he appeared, in 1767, at
the court of Versailles; he played the
organ in the king's chapel, and
considered to equal the greatest masters.
At this epoch he composed two sonatas,
of which he dedicated to Madame
Victoire, the king's daughter, and the
other to the Countess de Tesse.
Mozart was but thirty-six years old
when be died. It vas while engaged
in the composition of his famous Re
quiem, which had been ordered by some
unknown person, that he felt his end
approaching. 'I am working for my
funeral,' he said. In faot, the
excitement of composing increased his
fever to such a degree, that his wife,
by the orders of the physicians, was
obliged to withdraw him from his task.
His health then somewhat improved,
and he resumed his work in the hope of
completing the design. Death, how
ever, put an end to his labors. The
Agnus Dei, whieh terminates that won
derful composition, was the song of the
swan of the great artist ; it breathes all
the profound melancholy, the religious
fervor, that filled his soul.
A few hours before his death, he de
sired his attendants to bring him the
Requiem Mass. 'Well!' said he, 'was
I not right when I said that I was com
posing for myself the song of death ?'
He died on the 7th of December,
1791.
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Be Kind to the Aged.
Age, whitening for the tomb is a
worthy object of reverence. The pas
sions have ceased—hopes of self have
ceased. The old linger with the young
—and oh, how carefnl should the young
be to reward them with tender affec
tion and with the warmest love, to
diminish the chill of ebbing life. The
Spartans looked on reverential reaped
for old age as a beautiful trait of char
acter. Be kind to those who are in the
autumn of life, for you know not what
suffering they may have endured, nor
how much of it may still be their por
tion Do they seem unreasonably to
find fault or murmur ? Allow not your
anger to kindle against them ; rebuke
'them not, for doubtless many have
been the crosses and trials of earlier
years, and perhaps their dispositions,
while in the springtime of life, were
less flexible than your own. Do they
require aid ?
Then render it cheerfully. Forget not
that tbe time may come when you may
desire the same assistance from others
that you render to them. Do all that
is needful for the old, and do it with
alacrity, and think not hard if much is
required at your hands, last when age
sets seal its upon your brow, and fills
yonr limbs with trembling, others may
wait an willing, and feel relieved when
the coffin has covered you forever.
Parting. —Men seldom appear so
humane, or in a position so advanta
geous to their humanity, as when they
part. How few friends are there who
endnre a protracted separation without
some abatement of warmth, or meet, by
appointment, without some precaution
ary anxieties, or continue together long
without some accidental discontents ;
but none, in any degree entitled to that
character, ever part without much re
gret ! Even the eheerfui and social are
not always exempt from those momen
tary perturbations with wbioh selfish
ness chills the pulse or controversy
overheats it. The needle will oscillate
a little from the jnst point of its affec
tions, and though its polarity is never
lost, it is seldom steady. Yet even
tbe petulant) the irritable, and the more
generous of the resentful, lose all un
friendliness as they pass away from
each other—sighing at a conversation
which, perhaps, they may have mutually
desired. The last shake of the hand is
suffiient to dissipate a hundred griev
ances. There are then no reproaches
which we can recall beside those against
ourselves.
Spurgeon tells the following story:
"A poor man, who had a large family,
gave them a very comfortable support
while he was in health. He broke his
leg, and was laid np for some weeks.
As he would be for some time destitute
of the means of grace, it was proposed
to hold a prayer-meeting at his house.
The meeting was led by Deacon Brown.
A loud knock at the door interrupted
the service. A tall, lank, blue-frocked
youngster stood at the door, with an ox
goad in his hand,and asked to see Deacon
Brown. 'Father could not attend this
meeting,' he said, 'but he sent his pray
ers, and they are out in the cart.' They
were brought in, in the shape of pota
toes, beef, pork and corn. Tho meeting
broke up without benediction."
Daniel Drew Examined. —The ex
amination in bankruptcy of Daniel Drew
took place in New York on Tuesday.
When asked what had become of all
his money Mr. Drew replied : "There
never was sich a case in all Wall street
of anybody's losing so much in suoh a
little while—(.2,000,000 in fifteen
months." To an inquiry aa to where
it went he replied: "Nor'-weat and
Way-bosh." He didn't think the boys
had meant to "conspire" agaicat him,
but that they were kind of afraid of him
and daren't go with him the lengtha he
wsb laying out. As long as be conld,
he said, he "saw 'em through."
Elections to Come Off. —Before
the next Presidental election,which will
take place on the same day, November
7, in all the different States in the
Union, seven of the States will hold
elections for State officers. In Sep
tember, Arkansas, Vermont and Maine,
and in October, Ohio, Indiana, West
Virginia and Georgia.
All is hollow where the heart bears
not a part, and all is peril whero prin
ciple is not the guide,
NO. 27.
ftarie&a.
One may do without mankind, but
one bas need of a friend.
Ill fortune never crushed that man
whom good fortune deceived not.
He who can so
anger may prevent days of sorrow.
There are many of the greatest deeds
done in the small straggles of life.
Many adorn the tombs of those whom,
living*, they persecuted with envy.
A clear conscience is the best law,
aud temperance the best physic.
By trusting your own soul you shall
gain a greater confidence in men.
In what key would a lover write a
proposal of marriage ?—Be mine, ah !
Rest would be torture if weariness
did not make the bed sweet for her
coming.
The heart too often, like the cement
of the ancient Romans, acquires hard
ness by time.
The vacant skull of a pendant gen
erally furnishes out a throne and tern
vanity.
George Eliot's "Daniel Deronds"
has sold to the extent of 40,000 eopies
in England.
A girl's best chances of marriage are
while she is between twenty-one and
twenty-two.
London thieves carry a piece of coal
in the pocket, believing that it gives
them good luck.
A thousand
not leave a reeo
one good action.
The excesses of our youth are drafts
upon old age, payable with interest,
about fifty years after date.
Cosmetics are to the face what affec
tation is to the manners ; they impose
on few and disgust many.
One may be decorous without being
chaste ; but one cannot be ohaste With
out being decorous.
The test of success is sucoess, and
the horse died when he succeeded in
living without oats.
Shut not up a brood of evil passions
in your bosom ; like enraged Serpents,
they will bite their cage.
If you would be known and not
know, vegetate in a village; if you
would know and not be known, live in
a city.
Virtue does not give talents, but it
supplies their place. Talents neither
give virtue nor supply the place of it.
Dupes, indeed, are many, ; but of all
dupes there is none so fatally situated
as he who lives in undue terror of being
duped.
Character doesn't depend on diet.—
The ass eats thistles and nettles, the
sharpest of food, and is the dullest of
the animals.
After casting a glance at our own
weakness, how easily does our vaBity
console itself by deploring the infirmi
ties of our friends.
Death is as near the young as the
old ; here is all the difference ; death
stands behind the young man's back,
before the old man's face.
When a woman throws a brickbat,
the great problem seems to be, not how
to bit the mark, but how to avoid
knocking her brains out with her elbow.
Seeds of the mahogany tree, sown
four years ago on the island of Mauritius,
have produced trees twenty feet high
and from three to six inches through
the trunk.
Education consists in the ideas and
facts gained and properly .classified by
the learner. It does not consist in the
repetition of memorized rules, defini
tions, and descriptions.
Beware of confiding in distant pros
pects of happinos8,lest they be suddenly
intercepted by the most trival present
vexation. A leaf in the foreground is
large enough to conceal a forest on the
far horizon.
Let those who are appointed to judge
of the characters of others bear in mind
their own imperfections, and rather
strive by sympathy to soften the pang
arising from a conviction of guilt, than
by misrepresentation to increase it.
Would a man frequently calculate
his income and expenditure, he would
escape many a bitter reflection ; for he
must be lost to every generous feeling
of pride and honorable principle who
wantonly incurs debts, which he cannot
discharge.
He who is passionate and hasty is
generally honest. It is your cold, dis
sembling hypocrite of whom you should
beware. There's no deception in a
bull-dog. It is only the cur that sneaks
by and bites you when your back is
turned.
We continue to hear of striped stock
ings doing harm to their wearers. But
it isn't the stripes ; it is. the poisonous
materials they are dyed with. Striped
stocking are better than those that are
all one color, provided the dye is the
same in both.
There are persons who may be called
fortunate, if not elect ; namely, those
who, from the felicity of their natural
constitutions, desire only what is good;
who act for love,and show pure morality
in their actions. In tiiese beings the
superior feelings rule those common to
men and animals.
The peach was originally a poisoned
almond. * Its fleshy parts were used
to poison arrows, and the fruit was for
this purpose introduced into Persia.—
The transplantation and cultivation,
however, not only removed its poison
ous qualities,but produced the delicious
fruit we now enjoy.
Economy is the parent of integrity,
of liberty, and of ease ; and the sister
of temperance, of cheerfulness, and
health. And profuseness is a cruel and
crafty demon, that gradually involves
her followers in dependence and debt—
that is, fetters them with "irons that
enter into their souls"
The silk banner presented by tho
ladies of the State of New York to the
Woman's Department will be 12 feet by
17 feet . Fou rteen y oung wome n bave
been embroidering it for the last two
months. It is the largest piece of silk
embroidery ever done jn this country.
a moment's
{ larties of pleasure do
lection worth that of

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