The Kalida venture. [volume] (Kalida, Ohio) 1841-1865, 1848-06-13
LITERARY GLEANINGS.
THE LIGHT OF YOUTH.

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A drear Novembcr night had lowered over
lie great Babel Londor. The chill autum-
nal blast swayed heavily in the air, and hung
in DEVELOPS from The sianting caves.
!" There was no billiancy in the lighted
shops, and nought but the sulIen glare from
the lamps above, and houseless Want hud-
died itself beside them ON the stones, while
hastily and cheerlesSly the human. current
passed onward, longing for the warn, chin.
ney corner, where well known faces would
revive the spirits, and merry voices ring Du-
sically round the hearth.
"The pale miner trippcd lightly on, her
way, and forgot her palptatiDg heart and
bleeding fingers in the Joy Of emancipation
from the toll that was destroying her Sleek
Fashion rolled ON lis carriage-cnshions along
the thoroughGare, and yawning its las, yawn,
became insensiblc to external Objects
Tawdry vice leered from the harlot's eve,
and sturdy labor elbowed its way along The
trottoir-all, but tie roor mendicant musi-
clan, who stood playing UNDECIDED to the
busy crowd. r,
p "Unnotcd, indeed! for what had Tho
thronging wayfaycrs TO do with music on
such nighti Though tis melody might
have awakened visions Of many a land--of
sunny France in the age Of chiyally, OF the
lattced bowers Of Spain, and the rustic pi-
pings that foated over Tyrolean hills, what
were these so, the prosac ciiizehs of Chepe?
Yet the player did not droop. though his
efforts s-and they were Of feeble skill--exci-
ted little charity in the multitude. Again
and again he resumed the violin with fresh
ened energy, and his frame trembled with
cold, and the spirit Of hope gradually retreat.
ed before despair. Then he swe pt the raven
curls from his brow, and, while the ngh,.dew
saddened into his frame, he bent desponding-
ly over the instrument. 'f<
.g1 "'No pity for thee Mariana!' he muttered
tearfully; nothing to soothe the agony and
sweat oftly dying moments! All, why did
we leave I;aly9' f2sa sgi.aj 23s .,s' (
:'You come from laly?' said stranger,
approaching the poor musician. .l ol1
'9 Isl, Signor,' answered the player, and
looked imploringly on the questioner. 'We
nre from the banks of the bright Arno-my
sister and !, Signor: and the death stroke Is
on her. Oh, help me-heIp me, for the sake,
Of Marianap .7's q 19@,' asl uFpia 4
.'Marianap exclaimed the stranger, with
a sudden start.
.ta"So wild and agitated had his whole
countenance grown AT the mention of that
onume, that a fash Of lightning could scarcely
have llumined his features with more fiery
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De. !" The musician gazed earnestly on the
form before him, but saw nothing To explain
the interest it had excited. The stranger
was slight even 10 attenuation: his hair hung
down his shoulders in thick masses; and il
was not until he turned from the pale, mea-
gre cheekto the black eyes and olive COM
plexion that the gazer recognized some of
. The traits Of a countrymen. r sp1b1
"sI see i! now, signor!' said the musician,
you, too, are from Italy; you, too, have
dwelt in my beautiful Florence beside the
Arno. Is il not so?'
-1a Hhave,' was the faltered reply. 4
"'Ah, then you know how sad it is TO Ian.
guish for home; when ceans roll between
the foot and its native SOIL And she,' con-
tinued the musician, she raves Of the ski es
of Italy in the deliiium Of her parting soul,
our poor. stricken Mariana. You start al
that name, signor"
1T recalls said The stranger, san echo OIL
youth, a forgotten dream--let il passn
His thin white hands wandered over his I
face as il to shut out the world for moment,
OF hide some aaeing emotion. /