The Columbia Democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1837-1850, 1843-02-18

had arrived iii The State of Illinois BIZ, /,
was great State, and he still wandered ON.
sainly inquiring afier his los, brother, unlil
the hope Of finding his brother alfnos, died
within him.
! Towards The close cf chill autumn 1iay,
he found himself in the kitchen OF a large
farm house into which, he had been invited
in order TO regale ihe chldtap &i,ii d few
tunes on The violin. Il was scene oT
rustic cunifori. a cheerful fle sazed upo n
I the hearth, 70. which his lille boy has,ened
TOR the purpose Of warming himself. a'he
chikisen OF the farmer danced about the
room, in eager ANTICIPATION of The music, ill
the poor fiddler had drawn forth his insir,I.
'neht from lis Ease and began 70 play, when
| its full sounding tones Boon sillet the tum.
| uir Two li,lle girls sioel before the per.
former, with pleased attention, on With
folded hands, and the Other holding the
reins attached to The liitle carload OF play.
thinks half forgotten behind her. The el.
de. daughter learned over the back OF her
mothers chair, sheltered by which the liule
boy the wag OF the family.exccu,ed ,taves.
tic of the Gdder's motions, with fire
shovel and pair Of bellows. The mother
held upon her lap all infant whose interest
in tls music, the father endeavored 10 In
crease Sv swapping bis fingers for caslanets,
The poor fdder's wife had her infant
too. IN her lap, and wre,cAed as her condi-
lion was; she seemed TO sympathiso in the
pleasure impaired TO tho farmers family By
her husbands music. The old fam ser.
van: stood with his back to The Are gazing
alphabetically upon the whole scene, The
group was subject for "a painter.
Hitherto The fiddler had played the na.
lonal tunes Of the cesn!ry yaNJ MJashlpeeonis leel
compliment to the supposed taste of his
auditors; but he now begun an old favori-e
air which had been the delight of the
youthful days, the Yellow Haired Laddie.
Suddenly. lhe joyfui chippering Of the far
mer TO his little one ceased; the cas.enets
were no longer heard swapping. AS the
notes Of linked sweetness lo&g drawn out
fell upon his ear the farmer stood still and
gazed upon the performer, wrapi in other
scenes, carried back as we are wont TO be
olden tunes, TO 0lde. times. Atenglh
| the music ceased.
Pray my good man. said the farmer
where did you learn that .unel'
In benny AYRSHIRE, SIR
4 never heard i. played in that style
before save by ono hand which is far e.
nough from here. In Ayrshire did you
say', Tell me-what is your name 7
am called poor Harry, the blind fd-
dler. but, in prosperous days, was blilhe
Harry Duncani'
'That should ever live 10 see you thus
Harry cried the farmer, Ainging himself
into the arms of the astonshed blind man
in a passionate gush of tears, 1T is your
brother James that embraces you! Why,
OH why do see you ,husl'
'Ah JAMIE, replied Harry, adopting fcl
The nonce the phraseelogy of The hunbl,
peasaii,ry OF hisIcounlry, little of his OH
humer returning even at .his touching
moment, 'ye ken told ye many time
lang syne, that fiddle might one day be til,
means OF winning my bread H
, We'll, replied James, recovering littl
at this sally,l think the prophecy has beef
B. sufficiently fnIfIIed. You shall no longe
; fiddle for your bread, Harry And h
d was as good as his word, James's skill il
y the application Of sound science 10 agTicul
d ture had made him immensely rich, al
y though he retained his original simple styl
:. of living He had long ago repaid hi
h brother his generous loan; but his gIatitud
d for ths, favor and his true affections cor
is spired TO make him place Harry and hi
I. family far beyond the reach of wan! for tn
\. remainder Of his days.
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