New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1847-12-01

\ expended, hortlcunrists declare that Mr. Duncans
Jsponicss excel mice. rs provoking to be oat
/ done The Old fnOme stood behind one O The
plants and shrugged his shoulders, and gnnned
1 Without perc.iving bis presence. Alfred muttered
/ T. himself "Utouch promised my flowers should
be onequsled in rarity and besu'y
" That was last yea croaked small voice
/ which he AZ once recognized.
! Last yearl7 retorted Alfred, lnockiDg his tone
Am then TO be always toiling after what never
keep7 That's precious comfort, you provoking
| imp"
ment as the rich threw bis cigar away, ex-
claiming impaiienty. The devil take the Japoni
cas- what do ! care they re not worth iretting
about
! Weeks passed and brought the returning seventh
| day Of rest The little child who made rainbows
flicker over the fathers poem, lay very Ill., and the
anxious parents feared that this beautiful vision Of
! innocence might soon pass away from the earth -
| The shadows Of a Madeira vine now and then
waved across the window, aud the chamber was
filled with the delicate perfume Of It's blossms. No
sound broke the Sabbath stiffness except the little
| bird ia the alshea bush whose tones were sad IS
the voice Of Memory The child heard IT, AID
signed unc0nscODsy, as he put his lfte ieverlsh
] hand within his mothers, end said Please sing
I me hymn, dear mother" With 4 soft clear
voice subdued by her depth of feeling she sang
schuberts Ave Maria. Manifold and wonderful
are the INTERVIEWING Influences in the world of
| spirits What was II that touched the little birds
heart and uttered itself in such paintive caGences
They made the child sigh for a by mn aud bird and
child together woke Schuberts prsyeriul echoes In
the mothers bosom. And now from the soul Of the
composer in that far of German land the spirit Of
! devotion comes 10 the father waited on the wings
| al that beautiful music. Ernest bowed his head
| reyereut.y, and sank kneeling by the bedside
| While he listened thus, Touchu glided softly into
! his bosom and laid her wand upon his heart When
the sweet, beseeching melody had ceased. Ernest
pressed the hand Of the singer to bis lips, and re-
NAMED awhile IN silence. Then the strong neces-
sity OF suppicatiOn came over him, and he poured
forth an earnest prayer With fervit eoqueBce he
| implored for themselves an humble and resigned
spirit aud for their little one that living or dy ing,
good angels might ever carry him In their protect
| ing AZ they rose up his wife leaned her
head upon his shoulder and with fearful ey es whis-
pered
God help us, tbi and every dsy,
To lice more nearly as ve pray
That same morning Alfred rode to church in his
carriage and a servant waited with the horses till
he had performed his periodical routine OF worship
Many -cOlored hues from the richly-ssined windows
| of the church glanced wall and pillar, and i'm
parted 10 silk and brOadcloth the metallic ustre OF
a peacocks plumage. Gorgeous in crimson man
I tie with topsz glory round his head, shone the
meek son OF Joseph the carpenter and his humble
fishermen OF Galilee were reiulgen IN robes o. pur
| pie and gold. The fine haze OF dust on which the
| sunbeams fell. cleaned with quiyerng Prismatic
| scended the heavenly tones OF Schuberts Ave
Maria They flowed into Aireds ear but no
! rouchu was with him to lay Der wand upon his
| heart. To a vIster who sat III his cushioned pew
he whispered that they paid the highest Prce Tor
| their music and had the best that money could
command The Sermon urged the necessity Of
providing some religious instruction for the Poor
for otherwise there could be security 20 property
| against robbery and fire Alfred resolved within
himself 10 get up subscription immediately lOf
4 Il fr.Dfa
| Duncan whatever tie sum might be. Utouch,
who had secretly suggested the thing TO him,
turned somerse,s oil the gilded prayer-book, and
twisted diabolical erImsces. Bnt Alfred did not see
| BIN. nor did he hear laugh under the carriage
| when MS they rolled home, he said TO his vile
| My dear, wy did MT you wear your embroidered
| Grape shawl told you we were to have strangers
| in the pew. Ia so handsome a church, people ex'
pect to see the congregation elegantly dressed you
| know
| But though Utouch uas mocbing spirit Alfred
could not complain that he had been untrue - his
| bargain He had promised 10 bestow anything ne
| craved from his kingdom OF the outward he had
asked for honor in the Church influence on Change,
a rich, handsome wife, aud superb horses tie had
| them all Whose fault was it that he was con
tinually looking round anxiousy 10 observe whether
| others had more OF the goods he covetedI lie hsd
wished for a luxurious table. aud II stood covered
with the rarest daintles OF the world But with q
constrained smile he said 10 his guests Is II not
|
| eat2 That pie-crust would torment my sleep with
| n legion of nightmares. Il is true | do not crave
! it much, for ! sit at loaded table han iahlshed
] for an appetite MS the witty Madame de SeVlshc
used to say" Again and again he asked himsel
why all the fruit that seemed so ripe aud tempting
on the outside was always dry and dusty within
| And if he was puzzled TO understand why he
| seemed to have all things, and yet really had
nothing still more was he puzzled 70 explain how
Ernest seemed to have so little and yet IN reahty
| possessed all things. One evening. at concert
he happened to sit near Ernest and his vie whiie
they listened to that most beautiful symphony ny
| SpOhr, called the Conservation OF the Tones DC
| lighted as children were they, when they began 10
| hear the winds murmur through the music, Inc IN
sec,s pine and one little bird after another chlrp
his notes of gladness How expressively they
looked at each other during the tender lullng Ora,
! die Song and how their expression Frightened
and softened, as the enchanting tones passed.
| through the wild allegro OF the dance, into the ex
| ouisite melody of the serenadel Bat when Cradle
Song, Dance and Serenade all moved forward %.
gethcr in delightful harmony, threet'ld chord OF
| lovely melodies the transparent countenance OF
Ernest became luminous with his inward JOY IL
was evident that Touchu had again laid her THRILL
ing wand upon his heart
How the deuce does he contrive always to
I delight himselfi" thought Alfred. wonder
whether the music really Is anything uncommon.
In order To ascertain, he turned IRON Ernest 10
watch the coantenance OF a musical critic near oy
one o. those unfortunate men VINO ENJOY music as
the proofreader enjoys the poetry he coTrects In
nrio,,n,ofrce. How can a beautiful metaphor
please him while he sees a comma topsy'tqrVy' or
period out of place. How can he be charmed
by the melodious flow OF the verse, while he is dot
tipg an j. or looking out for an inverted lne
critic seemed less attentive TO his business tuan ln1
proof.reader; for he was looking round aud WIS
perine apparently unconscious that sweet sounas
allied the air Nevertheless. Utouch whispered 70
Alfred that the critic was the man to inform INN
whether he ought 10 be delighted with the mus c,
or not So at the close OF the SYMPHONY ne spoke
20 him, and took occasion TO say inyl'ed a
French amateur TO come here this evening u
| hopes he would receive favorable Impression Oh
the state of Music in America You are sn excel
lent Judge of such matters. Do YOU think he viii
be satisfied With tr> performance
He may be pleased. Sir, but not satisfied re-
piled the critic. The composition IS very nae
one but no has doubtless heard it in Paris snd
until Won have heard French orchestra Sir you
can have no conception OF Music. Their accuracy