The Whig standard. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1843-1844, 1844-03-30

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4 by the New England Society at the anniversary
the Landing Of our Forefathers; among which,
conspicuous place was signed to = hung Qua
Yer, and roasted nun" II lie had added smoked
Abolitionists, he would not have hit very wide Of
the mark, as can teatify Postsrity will rank Ill
these things together, in its estimate Of civil and
| religious freedom ass s8
In the greenhouse at Brooklyn found a teach
err, who said more to me than sermons often do.
II was a luxuriant rhododendrun, covered with
blossoms. When some one, in passing, shook il
roughly, it scattered a shower of honey dew from
its roseate cups, and Immediately began to fill hs
chalises anew with transparent ambrcsia. For
few days past, had been a little vexed with the
world for its rude thonghtlessness; but I took
lesson Of the rhododendron, to shower sweetness
on hands that disturbed me- and to fill anew with
pure honey.drops the chalices Of my inward
thought. t.st
From this floral preacher passed to the Cath.
olic Church-an transformations structure for the
| accommodation Of the sons Of Erin. There was
a school in the basement, and wonderful stories
had gone abroad concerning one Of the little pu-
pills. It was rumOred that whenever she knelt
in prayer before the crucifx a red cross became
visible in the centre Of her forehead. Nh
After lingering few moments among the Irish
graves returned to the city. Capricious March
through me as If it's breath came from thousand
cebergs The little hoop-driver had left in my
memory her sunny face and tones; but she, and
all the troops of children, had scampered away
from the Battery, and the waters looked turbid
and cold. 81 e# sAt
| stopped before music store, to gaze at =
photographic likeness Of Ole Bull. It is but
retains the expression Of his attitude, and the
carriage Of his head. Thus does he stand, with
his ear raised, as if listening to one Of his own
wonderful strains of retreating melody, passing
away, away, and vanishing into the common air,
fine as the mist scattered afar by the fountains.
AS look at the engraving, that whirling spray
Of sound goes dancing through my memory, g
Il, tue vaulu mas 6een consecrated in my imag
nation, and il brings flush to my cheeks to
hear it called fiddle. But this is foolish The
tripod is a cooking utensil in Germany and the
most common and universal ever lies nearest to
the infinite. I now feel the truth Of what Bull.
wer says, that ssWhat Shakespeare is among
poets, is the Cremona among instruments"
Most instruments are limited by their construc-
ton. Thus high, and no higher, can the notes
go, whoever plays upon them. But the violin
becomes whatsoever it is wiiled 10 be, by the
soul that wakes its melody. Its capacities are
infinite. I know not to what to compare it, but
the human heart, with its laughter and waiting,
its signs and shrieks, its love and fear, and sor-
row, and its aspirations that go beyond the stars
went to the opera the other night; and
with Ole Bulls music for ever engraven on my
memory, it was still a genuine pleasure to hear
the solos Of Rapetti. He plays with charming
delicacy and precision, and his tone is clear and
soft. But though he handles his bow lightly,
he does it not with that absence of all effort,
which in the awkwardly graceful Norwegian
seems SO much like immediate inspiration. RAJ
petit is considered to stand without rival here
in that most difficult Of tasks the leading of a
whole opera. I a#bs Aa
##* 1t was got up by the subscription Of
few wealthy people; but do not believe it
can be sustained many seasons. There is pro-
badly very little genuine love Of the opera here.
Even those who frequent it most ! imagine, do
il mainly from the idea that it is genteel and
recherche. The opera is obviously the express
sion Of the same thing in music that the modern
novel is in literature, Both come down from
the old scholastic stills into the midst OF every
day life Why is it, then, that the opera 60
generally fails to reach the popular heart2
For once, have written q gossping letter.
Give me credit for it.; for in general, might
as well date from the stars, as from New York.
L. NJ. C. Ea
P. s. II is past midnight the 2lst of March
the day which father Miller set TO end all things.
positively for the last time this season." Some
Of his disciples however, extend their limits to
The wear forty-seven. If you are curious 10 pre-
serve all these calculations, Professor Go0ra0d
can nail every figure in your brain. Till you have
memory like creditor The immensely large
classes which he has formed here seem generally
satisfied that his discovery is based on philc-
sophie principles, and is Of real value.
MUSIC, MUSIC, MUSIC - GARRETT AMBER
lu Sun, agent Of Atwirs Music Repertory, New
York has just received large assortment OF Atwils