The voice of freedom. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1839-1848, 1845-06-19
NJ | s C Z L L A N Y .
From the Columbian Magazine
The Musicians Midnight Adyen,
ture.
ny MISS AUGUSTA BROWNE.

The professional life OF the celebrated
musician John Bernard Logger, has been
one of most diversified character, and
contains many passages of exciting inter,
est Through every difficulty and obsta-
Gle he has pursued his enthusiastic and
toilsome research after the grand funda-
mental principles of harmony-a science
which, TO understand Intimately, requires
knowledge of all the other sciences
and his perseverance has been long since
crowned with the fullest triumph. In
truth he has been 10 music what Sir Isaac
Newton was TO astronomy, a disseminaor
of light on subjects which before were
shrouded in mystery.
The life OF true artist, generally speak.
ing, is one of constant and unapprecioted
toll. Little do the public think when lis
teuing TO sou stirring composition, or
gazing with delight on the breathing can.
vass, or speaking marble, of the brain la
Dor that has been expended on il. Cold
they enter for one moment into the feel
ings of an author as he presents with the
flutterings of hope his chef douvre, they
would scarcely be so chary of few words
Of encouragement which fall so like sun
shine on his heart. But TO return to L..
At the time OF the occurrence of which we
now speak. he was organis, of The parish
church Of W. where his family resided.
This church. as is very often the case in
country towns, was at considerable dis.
lance from any dwelling house, and was
approached only through an extensive bu-
rial ground. To add to its loneliness, it
stood near the sea shore; it was also re.
ported TO be haunted by the ghost of su.
icide, who was buried without the fence of
the grave yard, and who mig htIy frequent
ed the church 10 sue for Christian burial.
Il was even whispered by the peasantry
that the bell had been heard to toll al MIDI
nigh; probably his ghostship thought that
if he could induce the people to come and
hear his affecting case they might grant
his request; but all 10 no purpose; he still
performed his sad pregrination alone, or
it may be 10 company with select cotclie
OF other unlorunates.
The noble proprietor Of the estate, the
Marquis Of So. had just presented
TO the church fine new organ, and on he
coming Sabbath il was TO be opened and
performed on Tor the first time. Il
had been on business to city at some dis.
lance and did not return home until late
on Saturday night; when learning that
some OF his arrangements were still in
complete, he determined. in spite of all dis
suaslon, 10 proceed to the church HIMSELF
so taking in his hand lantern, he set
forth. Such night--the elements seem
ed combined TO deter him from his rash
enterprise; but on he went boldly whistIine
aloud 10 keep up his courage. 'Tis true,
now and then, some wild German legend
would cross his mind; but he only whs,
tied the more vehemenlly; a, last he reach
ed the long grave yard, and through the
long grave yard the church, whose grey
tower was occasionally visible amid The
hashes ct lightning, its usually noisy it,
habltants, the rocks, were ominously still,
only uttering at intervals distressing
cav, as if suffering with The bronchitis
and the hands of the old clock pointed to
half past eLeceni
Sllll L--- was not afraid. Oh no
1t was chilly, and ones teeth would chat,
ter besides, the organ would take bu, a
few minutes to fix, and then to think Of 10.
morrow's lNurels, so he just gItnced cares
lessly toward the side # the grave ward
where The suicide was sand to be Inferred,
and opening the door with KEY that he
Kept himself. entered, closing it alter him
and assembled 10 The organ loft The in