The examiner. [volume] (Louisville, Ky.) 1847-1849, 1847-10-02

Is pleasant English garden. on a rus
tic chair of inteItwsted boughs, are seated
two happy human beings. Beds of violets
perfume the air, and the verdant hedge-rows
stand sleepily in the moonlight. A guitar
lies on the green-sward but il is silent now,
for all is hushed in the deep stiffness of the
heart. That youthful pair are whispering
their first acknowledgment Of mutual love.
With them is now unfolding LIES best and
brightest blossom, so beautiful and so TRAM
silent, but leaving, as it passes into fruit,
a fragrance through all the paths OF memory.
And now, the garden is alone in the
moonlight. The rustic bench, and the
whispering foliage Of the tree, tell each 9TH
er no tales OF those still kisses, those gentle
claspings, and all the fervent language OF
the heart. But the young man has carried
them away in bis soul and as he sits alone
at his chamber window, gazing in the mild
face Of the moon, he feels, as all do who
love and are beloved, that he is a better
man, and will henceforth be wiser and a
purer one. The worlds within and without
are yelled in transfgured glory, and breathe
together in perfect harmony. For all these
high aspirations, this deep tide Of tender
ness, this fitness of beauty, there is but one
utterance; the yesrning neart must overflow
in music. Faint and uncertain come the
first notes Of the guitar, breathing as softly
as if they responded to the mere touch Of
the moon-beams But now the rich, manly
voice has united with them, and clear
spiritual melody flows form, Plaintive and
imprisoned, the modulated breath of in
dwelling life and love. All the secrets of
the garden, secrets that painting and poetry
had no power TO reveal, have passed into the
song.
At first, the young musician scarcely no.
ticed the exceeding beauty Of The air he was
composing. But passage that came from
the deepest OF the heart, returned to the
heart again, and filled il with its own sweet
echoes. He lighted lamp, and rapidly
transferred the sounds to paper. Thus has
he embodied the floating essence Of his soul,
and LIES brightest inspiration cannot pass
away with the moonlight and the violet fra
GRANGE that yelled its birth.
But obstacles arise in the path Of love.
Dora's father has an aversion TO foreigners,
and Ales.andro is Of mingled Italian and
German parentage. He thinks Of worldly
substance as fathers are wont TO do; and
Ale.sandro is simply leader Of an orchestra,
and a popular composer Of guitar music.
There is rich lover in question, and the
poor musician is sad with hope deferred,
though he leans ever trustfully on Doras
true heart. He labors diligently in his vo-
cation, gives lessons day by day, and listens
with all patience to the learners trip-ham-
ner measurement Of time, while the soul
within him yearns to pour itself forth in
foods Of improvised melody. He composes !
music industriously, too; but it is r
market, and slowly and rel''-'
ended tones take ~ .or the
Not thus -.clantly the Of
VI .aelr places per order.
-...ne they in that inspired song,
...re love first breathed its bright but timid
ioy over vanished doubts and fears. The
manuscript of that melody is laid away,
and seldom can the anxious lover hear its
voice.
But two years Of patient effort secures
his prize. The loved one has come TO his
humble home, with her bridal wreath Of
jessamine and orange-buds. He sits at the
same window, and the same moon shines
on him; but he is no longer alone. A
beautiful head leans on his breast, and a
loving voice says: dearest Alessandro,
sing me a song Of thine own composing
He was at that moment thinking Of that
rustic seat in her fathers garden, Of violets
breathing to the moonlight, Of Dora's first,
bashful confession Of love; and smiling
with happy consciousness. he sought for
the written voice of that blissful hour But
he will not tell her when it was composed,
lest it should not say 30 much to her heart,
as il does to his. He begins by singing
other songs, which drawing room misses love
for their tinkling sweetness. Dora listens,