The examiner. [volume] (Louisville, Ky.) 1847-1849, 1847-09-11

Were finely favored then;
And nuts-such reddsning clusters ripe
Ine'er shall pull again.
Nor Strawberries blushing brite-as rich
As fruit Of sunniest cline;
How all is altered for the worse
Since was in my prime
a RSesure Dook wbakSas PSeearos.
81 knew q Pulcinello. said the Moon. The
folks all shouted whenever he made his appear
snce on the stage. All his movements were
comical, and raised peals Of laughter in the
house, although there was nothing in particular
to call il fOrth-it was only his oddity. Even
when mere lad, romping about with the other
boys, he was PulcinellO. Nature formed him
for the character. by putting q hump on his
back and another on his chest. But the mind
that was concealed beneath this dsformity was,
on the contrary, richly endowed. No one pos
sessed deeper feeling, a more vigorous elastici-
~ Of spirit than he. The stage was his world
Of ideals; had he been tall and handsome, every
manager would have hailed him as his first ira
gedian. All that was heroic and great filled his
soul, and still his lot to be Pulcinello.-
His very sorrow, his melancholy, heightened the
dry comicality of his sharply marked features,
and aroused the laughter Of ticklsh public,
who applauded its favorite.
"The lovely COlumbine was good and kind TO
Harlequin. Ii would indeed have been too com.
ical thing in reality il Beauty and the Beast
had married. Whenever Pulcinello wa. detected,
she was the only one who could bring smile
upon his face, but she could even make him
laugh outright. At first she was melancholy
like him, then somewhat calmer. and ut last
OVERLOOKING with fun. Il know we'll enough
what ais YOU, she said; lit 10 love and love
alone" And then he could not help laughing.
Love and l.! he exclaimed; that would be- drol
indeed: how the folks would clap and shout
"'lt is love alone she repeated with conf
cal pathos; you lOve-you love mel
"Aye, people may speak thus when they ima-
CINE that in others' hearts there 10 no love. Pull
cinello skipped high into the AR and his melan-
choy was gone. And yet she had spoken the
truth: he did love her; he loved her truly, fer
vently, AZ he loved all that was noble and beauti-
full in art. On her wedding day he seemed the
merrest Of the merry; but in the night he wept:
had the folks seen his wry face they would have
clspped their hands.
"Not long ago Columbine died On the day
when she was buried, Harlequin had leave not
to appear upon the boards: was he not mourn
ing widower! But the manager had to give
something very merry, that the public might the
less miss the pretty Coumbine and the agile
Harlequin. So the nimble Pulcinello had to be
doubly merry; he danced and skipped about
despair in his heart-and all clapped their hands
and cried Bravo, bravissimo. Pulcinello was
called for. Oh, he was beyond all price.
"Las; night, after the performance, little Hump
back strolled out of the town, towards the lone
ly churchyard. The wreath of flowers upon
Columbine's grave had already faded. There
he Eat down; il was perfect picture; his chin
resting upon his hand, his eyes turned toward.
me--a Pulcnelo upon the grave. peculiar and
comical. Had the folks seen their fsvorite, how
they would have clapped and cried, Bravo, Pull.
cinello' bravo, bravissimo.'''
"Often have ! seen young officers, parading
for the first time in their splendid uniforms-I
have seen maidens in their ball-dress-the hand
some bride Of prince arrayed in her festal at
tire; but no Joy to be compared 10 that which
! witnessed last evening in a child, little girl
four years Of age She had received present
Of new little blue frock, and new rose C olored
bonnet. The finery was already put on. and all
present called out for candles, for the light of
the mOon-beams that shone in at the window
was far too little. Light, light" was the cry.
There stood the maiden stiff as doll; her
little arms stretched out from the frock, and the
fingers wide apart from each other; and oh,
how her eyes and every feature beamed with
Joy!
"'To-morrow You shall 90 out, said her
mother. And the little girl looked up at her
bonnet then down at her frock, and smiled with
rapture. Mother said she, what will the dogs
think when they see me in my smart dress ~
Hans Chrisfisn Andersen
FREDEaIkA BaEnrR--Andersen's first meet
ing with Frederika Bremen on a voyage to
Stockholm:
Evening came on, and about midnight
we were on the great Wiener lake. AT
sunrise wished to have view of this ex
tensive lake, the shores Of which could
scarcely be seen; and for this purpose |
left the cabin. At the very moment that
did so, another passenger was also doing the
same, lady neither young nor old, wrap
ped in a shawl and cloak. | thought to
myself, il Miss Bremen is on board, this
must be she, and fell into discourse with
her; she replied politely, but still Instantly,
nor would she directly answer my question,
whether she was the authorsss of the cele.
brated novels. She asked after my name
was acquainted with it; but confessed she
had read none Of my works. She then en-
quired whether had not some Of them
with me, and | lent her copy Of the I'm
provisatore,' which had destined for Bias
kow. She vanished Immediately with the
volumes, and was not again visible all
morning.
"When again saw her, her countenance
was beaming and she was full of cordial.
ity; she pressed my hand, and said that she
had read the greater part Of the first volume,
and that she now knew me.
"Miss Bremen related many legends and
many histories, which were connected with
this or that island, or those fam.premises
up alof on the mainland.
"ln Stockholm. the acquaintance with
her increased, and year after year the letters
which have passed between us have strength
ened it. She is noble woman; the great
truths OF religion, and the poetry which lies
in the quiet circumstances Of life, have pen
etrated her being."-Hans Christian An
dersen's Story Of his ocn life.
The PAsr.-When the act Of reflection
takes place in the mind, when we look at
ourselves in the light Of thought, we discov.
er that our life is embosomed in beauty. Be-
hind US as we go. all things assume pleasing
(onns as clouds do Car of. Not only things
familiar and stale, but even the tragic and
terrible are comedy, as they take their place
in the pictures Of memory. The river-bank,
The weed at the water.side, the old house,
The foolish, person, however neglected in
passing, have grace in the past. Even
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