The examiner. [volume] (Louisville, Ky.) 1847-1849, 1849-06-16

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e;a,,s-. bsysn q. piece with thai en- ssnv5ts, n
wal, that knowledge Of measure which theE
Germans possess beyond all oiier nations
By degrees theil eyes kindled, they sbsn.
doned themselves 10 tho ardor OF the senti
fnent with which they were transported.
The two women listened whilst they almost
held in their breath. Their work ieH nom
their hands The music ceasetl-they ex-
changed looks of delight-ihe young girl
kissed'he fathers gray hairs with EMOTION
they forgot the presence Of their guest. de
had followed all their. movements with a
longing eye, Cor his deafness prevented his
hearing single note OF the music which |
had so deeply affected them.
oh, how happy you aIe.' he said with
fslteripg voice. TO be able TO enjoy this de- |
licious pleasure Alas it is long since
have been able 10 hear either the human
voice, or music, which is the voice OF God.
When | 60 out to mediate in the forest,
feel indeed the wind which blows around
me, but hear not its mighty voice, whilst
il shakes the trees, or murmurs among the
leaves, mingling with the general harmony
of nature. When | return from my walk
at the close of fine summers day, | can
indeed see the young shepherdess as she
leads her flock TO be waiered at the foun-
tain, but cannot hear either her joyous
song or the tngling sound Of the sheep
bells. can see the lark fly swiftly to the
valley where her nest lies hidden, but hear
4 L. L. linz xurfh he
whisper Of the breeze. Oh, music har-
mony it is my life; but, alas its UOcal
expression is lost to me forever. Let me,
pray YOU, read the pages which have 50
deeply stirred YOU fs rose. took the
sheet in his hand, sudden palensss over
spread his features; he sunk upon his seat
overwhelmed with emotion.
He had Just read upon the cover. 'Alle-
grelto from the Pastoral Symphony Of
Beethoven All gathered around him, and
inquired the cause Of his agitation. When
; he was able a. length to command his voice,
; he arose from his seat and said, Il am
: Beethopsn. At the sound Of this name,
: the father lifted his wooden cap from his
s head, and the sons bowed with the deepest
: reverence Beethoven pressed their hands
1 in his, and wept for Joy. The good peas
e ants kissed these venerated hands; for this
S man they felt was the genius who had light
e ened for them the daily burthen Of life
/ the genius so honored in Vienna that when
S he took his daily walk, the passers-by ex
claimed. There is Beethoven and silently
c made way for him, lest they should inter
:. rupt his meditaiions. The peasants looked
}, with unwearied delight on that noble brow
!, where grief had indeed stamped its fata
II marks. but which still was enciIcled with
J. the halo Of genius.
y Beethoven then seated himself at lht
d harpsichOId, and desiring the young people
e to take up their instruments, he played 70
,, them his own symphony. Ii was a momen
1t of unsPeakable happiness.
When they had finished, Beethoven i'm
rs prorised sublime melodies. his spirit, break
y ing through the bonds which unclaimed hin
l. to earth, seemed to rise tr:umphantly 10
n wards Heaven.
4. The poor haTpsichOId under his han
5, gave forth unwonted Sounds-sometime
It majestic as the voice Of thunder, sometime
ID mysterious as the signs Of the dying.
h Alas it was the song Of the swan !
e. part Of the night thus ylded on. The be
ID usually occupied by the father of the fam
~ ly was prepared for Beethoven, and he wa
ia constrained 10 accept il.
lie During the night he became Ieyerish
% and TO cool his burning brow, he arose an
went out into the open sir. too slightly CLAD
Ell The air was bitterly cold: the wind groar
s. ed in the branches Of the trees, and pen,
We trating rain driited over the county Whe
a, the old man returned, he was benumbed.-
to The dropsy from which he had long suffered
to mounted 10 his chest, and too soon il b.
u. came apparent that all remedies were US,
less. lie vas with difficulty transported /
m Vienna, where he was visited by phys
ly clan, who pronounced his case hopeless
IT. one. Hummel, his dearest and trues. frient
m heard OF has danger, and flew TO attend biz
in his last moments; but ne was almost il
ce sensible. The words he sought to ute
u expired on bis pallid lips. SILL he reco
d, missed his early friend, and thanked him vii
q a moumlul smile. Hummel pressed the ic,
he cold hand within his own with deep EN-
ton.
n. When the dying man felt the pressur
he his glazed eye kindled with momentaI
PC consciousness.
nd He sunk back upon the pillow. Wi
us a camille siOh the shirt had hadl