The Sumter banner. [volume] (Sumterville, S.C.) 1846-1855, 1850-01-30

nown-the day.drcam Of all superior
minds-a dream far oftcncr u punish
mcnt than a reward; for Of those who
sig for fame, few indeed ARE success.
ful.
Scarcely had he left the house, when
n lady, habited in cloak and hood, ell
tered it; and after a somewhat length
cned conference with his consi,ge, as.
ccuded to his room: and remained there
about an hour. At the end of that
time she vanished. 1t was midnight
when the composer returned. lie en-
tered with difficulty, the Ccrberus Of
the lodge being asleep, and ascendcd
to his wrctched room. lie had left it
Uttered and dirty, without light, fire or
food. 10 his surprise cheerful blaze
set its rays beneath the door. lie
opened it, not without alarm, and found
his apartment neatly ordered, fire
burning, lamp, and on the table a
supper. The young man frowncd, and
looked stcrnly ut the sccnc.
''Who darcs thus insult my poverty?
is it not enough that L am starving
with cold and hunger, that l am rcjcc-
ted by the world as useless and
wrctchcd thing, incapable of welding
either sword or pen, but / must be in
suited hy charity! Fire, light, and
food, all sent to inc by one who knows
my necessity. And yet who knows:
Perhaps my mother may have discov-
cred my retreat Who else could have
acted thus? My mother, bless thoc
bot! for thy action and for respecting
my cuncca|mcnt'
And the invalid officer sat down to
the first hearty meal he had eaten for
weeks He had left home bccausc his
friend wholly disapprovcd Of his making
mnsic a profession, and wished him to
employ his leave of absence in learning
another occupation. Ills mother SO
pressed him, that he saw no resource
hut soldiers last chance q retreat.
For two months no trace of the fugi
tive had been sccn-two months spent
islvaiu effort to make his chosen career
support him; and now, doubtless, his
mother had found him out, and had
taken this delicate way of respecting
his secrecy and Furnishing his pride.
Next morning the Young man awokc
with an appetite unknown to him Of
late. The generous food OF tic prcvi-
Gus night had restored his svmtcm.
and brought him to natural state
Luckily, sufficient winc and bread re-
manned to satisfy his craving, and then
he sat down to think. All his efforts
to get his music sung or played, or
published, had becn in vain. Singers
knew him not, publishers declared him
unknown, and the public seemed doom
cd never to hear him, because they
never had heard him; logical consc-
qucncc very injurious to young begin
ncrs i'll literature, pccsy, music, and all
the liberal arts. But he was deter
mined to have one more t.lal. Having
eaten, he dressed an went out in the
direction of,hc shop Of the Citoycn
Dupont. a worthy and excellent man,
who in his day had published more ,nu-
ST., bad and good, lhan q musician
could lave played i'll 4 lifetime.
"lou have something new, then
citoycn?' said Dupont, after the usual
prciuiMarics, and after apologizing to
a lady within his Office for leaving her
awhile. "Asmy time is precious, pray
play it at once, and singi if you will"
The young man sat himself at The
larI sicllord which adorned the shop,
and began at oucc the Song Of the
Army Of the Rhine" The music pub
Usher listened with the knowing air Of
one who is not to be deceived, and
shook his head as the composer ended.
''ltough crudc-hut clever. Young
man you will, doubt not, do something
good one Of these days; but at present
| am sorry to say, your efforts want
finish, polish"
The singer rose, and, bowing, left
the shop, despair at his heart. lie
had not Il sous i'll the world, his rent
was in arrcar: he knew not hcw to dine
that evening, unless, indeed, lis mother
came again to his ald--an aid he was
very unwilling to receive. His soul
rcpungcd from it for he had parted
from her in anger. His mother was IA
Royalist, he was a Republican, and she
had said bitter things to him at parting.
But most Of all, the composer felt one
thing: the world would never bc able to
iulpc him urycr no ,hlo tn ,l,o;,), ;cIo
had or had not merit: and this was the
bitten est grief Of all.
That day was spent in moody thought
The evening came, and no sign again
Of his secret friend, whcthcr mother or
unknown sympathiscr. Towards night
the pangs ofhunger became intolerablc,
and after numerous parlcys with him
sell, the young man ascended to his
room with q heavy nnrrol TI;u ou,c