New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1845-11-19
,Icmoir Of n RrmorLnble ,ran.


to the Boston Courier The following interesting
memoir OF rare old man now living in the com
mcrcial metropolis
Ii is a very curious thing to observe what Is
called the greatness OF this world W hat vast
amount of genius sinks unnoticed and unrecognlzed
while talent OF the fro;hiest kind dances IN sparkling
wrcaths on the top OF the wave! Hundreds OF
Young men have devoted themselves 10 me cause, oil
freedom in foreign countries. with noble ana ais
interested ardor as did Lafayette; but they nave
been laughed al as wild enthusiasts, because they
lacked his success While, in the reforms OF the
dav. how many small selfish spirits are whr!ed
oloft in the pitifulesi fashion, themselves hall won
derinc how they came there ! The ;rowsers OF Joe
Smith with slight notifications OF time ana clrcum,
stances might have proved as powerful 10 control
armies and sustain governments. as the breeches OF
Mahomet. Accident often magnliies INTO Importance
some trivial production Of the hour, while majestic
and beautiful composition pass into OBLIVION
Your old friend of the Boston orchestra, Anthony
Phillip Heinrich prides himself upon his ankee-
doodeiad and challenges performers TO do It justice
in the execution. He has dedicated II 10 the hinG
of Prussia, under the title oil The Ne Plus ltFa'
Toccata Grandissma Americana. The plates nav
ing been consumed by fire. he has placed the only
existing copy in the hands Of The celebrated musical
patron and writer Hotrath Won hlesewetier al
Vienna This honest kind old man s here unlver-
sally known as Father Heinrich. among his own
profession and 10 the public, a. The mad must
clan" In this age. ana peculiarly III mis- country
one is very likely 10 be surnamcd the mao II ne is
cnthpsj about any thing except the acquisition
of dollars A New Ensander was complaining 10
me. the other day, OF the unmeanlng countenances
in New-York He said the people he met had no
speculation in their eyes thought the quotation
singularlv inappropriate; for II seemed TO me that
every body had speculation In their eyes GOOD
Father Heinrich however has no speculation IN ms,
and probably never had. He was once wealthy
Bohemian banker and resided in beautiful man
sion al Schoenlinden. But. kind and unsuspectlns
he trusted his extensive financial affairs to agents
who proved treacherous, while he, In MS business
els had bargains much less at heart than TO give
n double triak gcld 10 every postllon who drew
out peculiarly sweet bugc blasts from his post-horn
The dollars went in m0t0 contr0r1o, double quick
time and he came to America 10 earn his bread
While he was crossing the Atlantic a violent gale
rose and continued undated for two days All on
board We're alarmed except Herr Heinrich NO
lin in hand he listened TO the deep roaring bass OF
the ocean and the shrill scream OF the winds. and
gave back the voices of the elements in a Maei-
srom OF Capricc which he probably would have
called a chromatic storm The sailors observing
the wild inspiration of his look believed he was the
cause of the tempest, and came 10 the conciusonh mat
il was necessary to throw him over, as the Jonah
of the ship w hen they announced their resolution
to him, he continued eagerly trying harInonies on
his violin and merely paused 10 say, GIVE me
little while to finish the music | am composing, and
then shall be ready. Luckily, the WIND abated
suddenly and with ii the superstons OF the sailors
Having lost his wife soon after this perllous
VOYAGE he retired into thc deep solitude OF Ken
tuckiau forests, and lived there year alone IN a
Lighthouse giving himself up entirely to the compo-
son OF music He thus relates al adventure which
occurred to him during that period " Once while
was negotiating in my Bardstown log house, upon
roots, milk and bread, quite solitary, was not
,.Iu,s Ont lF
violin dead march in honor OF my poor departed
wife. when negro, proving about, burst suddenly
open the shattered door of my hut, winch was
blocked W with large sticks of wood. He soon
pacfed my agitation by his harmonious request that
would 20 on playing. as he had been attracted
solely BY the sweet sound began again the urge
which pleased him amazingly so much so. That he
requested it again. Da Cape; handing me nj tine
same time fippenny bit. True fact. ], OF course
returned the silver and cratiIied him with the tune
This adventure with the negro, AT dead OF night IN
the lonely forest, seemed 10 me rather poeica' |
liked the good ear taste, and generosity OF the sable
visitor exceedingly. | date my origin AZ musical
composer from old Kentuck and have been pub
licy announced in Germany, as the hentucky
Tonset-er' Should my music finally turn out 10 be
something worth having, and ouilivc me, the Ken
tuckians. if they like may bury my shell ON that
Indian mound, al Pennington, where trst DIRE" IN
nv musical inspiration.
How little worldly wealth the minstrel gains by
his extensive devotion to the divinesi OF the arts
NAV he conectured from the following remarks IN
letter 10 one of his friends % am troiting about
from morning till night, teaching little misses on the
piano forte for small quarter money, oiien unpaid.
Sometimes have good cause 10 sink under my eN-
eriions but still nv spirits remain buoyant on the
dusty surface of this Summer earth. AT night,
close nv toilsomc labOrs and lonely iucubraions
on broken crazy worn out feeble and very limited
octaved piano forte. AS this decrepd Instrument
has alas lost, by moving on the irst OF May, one OF
its legs and many other props and intesnes OF en-
chaniment il might be well worth the visit of
curious antiquarian 10 look at it. and hear IT. not 10
mention the remaining particulars OF my studio
fully corresponding the exhausted qualities OF the
piano forte, patented and pa,romZed With nothing
but plenty OF dust and smoke. My splendid coat OF
arms was stolen from me, when they most ruthlessy
pulled down my ong-inbabited solitary garrett, TO
make room for speculative commercial cock-lotts
right opposite the desecrated antique, venerable
Dutch Church. in Liberty now the Post-Ohce
Nv only chair. melancholy looking and lettering
likewise vanished from me By the grasp OF some
Fra Diavo o. in that same Liberty abode. As have
neither table nor cot am by no means comfortably
fitted out. However, | write you this eplstie not
hungry also, not without some dim light; certainly
upon marveousv pied-up boxes OF music. and
little awkwardly seated on a hard old chair Dor
rowed from nv colored andiaGy. who says she was
born on the estate OF BenuerhasSet when that cele
island in the Ohio river. You find me thus amid
precious biographical relic prattling TO you sans
ceyemonie like child This puts me in mind OF my
valued friend. John Howard Payne. who once wrote
in my behalf long episies TO Washington, in which,
among other qualities. he denoted me a man OF
most chidlike simplicity Blu, nobody in that city
of wrangling and politics. cared straw for the sim
pie unhcralded visitor for the national, historical
musical work 10 which he wished 10 obtain subscri-
bers So l returned sioicaly to my lofty garrett in
New York 1t was foolish trip Of mine lost
time, comfort, and money by it. ought not, how
ever TO murmur; for, in passing through Baltimore,
| visited the grave of my poor adored wife, whom
buried there many melancholy years ago; landing
her dying with little daughter, after weary and
perilous voyage Of ninety days from Trieste.
cried bitterly nay. rent the air with shrieks OF de
spair, caused by chain of corrodng misiortunes,
associated with her blessed memory.
In his sorrow for his departed wife, as IN many
other particulars, Father Heinrich reminds me OF
the old violinist of Naples, whom Bulwer has made
so interesting in the first pages OF Zanoni He too.
is suileess kindhearied being, that would share
his last morsel with any idle azzaroni whom he