Hillsdale Whig standard. (Hillsdale, Mich.) 1846-1851, 1850-05-28

NV WINS niOfCus HfOu. Hdu IlnlSnOQ
undertaking, now for fame and fortune!
rushed into my mothers chamber to max
her sharer Of my Joy. She lay on her be,
II seized her hand--it was cold as ice-Go,
hath taken my mother TO himself.
q went out to seek the cruate. I no long
or remembered the village street, its aspec
was quite changed; old houses had faller
down, and new ones been built. No one re
cognized me, save one stout, portly-look
ing woman, who was seated at door, sur
( rounded by her children. As passed. she
clasped her hands, and cried, ANDRE! Andre
can II be? This was the afianced bride
ofmy youth, whom | had deserted for my
great work.
What remained for me but TO leave nv
village, and go seek the fortune and glory
which promised myself from my clock?
After having sold the house where was
born, and where my mother had bresthed
her last sigh, set out for Paris. There. /
said, my hopes will be realized. All! Mon
sieur! Monsieur
He stopped, and covered his face with his
hands.
Come, Come said Careme. don't be dis
couraged. know well the sorrows that at
tend the unfriended genius in Paris
Two years of useless attempts, OF priva
tions, OF shame and misery. Scientific men
smiled and said, 'Tis only an ingenious
copy of tho Strasburg clock The crowd
passed on without even looking round, or
giving mo the trife which asked for show
ing my work.
Poor Artist! poor fellow!' murmured Ca.
rene.
And Tomorrow continued the peasant.
tomorrow, by decree of the court, they
will sell my clock-my work-my life.
Not So! cried Careme, God has sent me
here to save you. Tomorrow at noon YOU
shall not be separated from your work.
The peasant looked at him with surprise
mingled with frantic joy oh said he, in
broken voice, 1T cannot be; and yet you wo'd
not deceive me. Let them give me my work,
and w'il ny with it. No moro dreams of
glory and fortune. But my work my work;
let them spare mo that
Careme, turning away TO hide tear, press
cd the poor mans hand,,and departed, saying,
Tomorrow, without fall
Precisely at noon next day he came 10 full
till his promise. The door of the house was
locked and sealed; he knocked, but no one
answered The neighbors to whom he an
Piled could give him no information--thev
had seen nothing.
Careme inquired the name of the landlord !
lie did not live in Paris, and his affairs werc
managed by an agent, whose name and ad- |
iress could not be ascertained. Sad and dis. !
appointed. Careme returned home; his kind |
neart grieVed at the mysterious disappear
'nce OF the unhappy artist.
About eight months afterwards, as Carcme
vas passing by the Boulevards Of the Tenn.
lie, ne saw an immense crowd assembled in
ront OF canvass tent. Impelled by curios-
w. ne advanced towards It, and. to his as
onishment. perceived that the painting dis
'layed outside, represented the peasants
lock. Making his way through the crowd,
10 entered the tent, aud found himselfin the
fesence OF clown. wearing a red wig and
ellow jerkIn.
Where Is the maker Of this clock? asked
e.
Really, Monsieur, don't know. | had
cen travelling about for a long time, exhib.
ing learned dogs. and found | could not
make livelihood. l then purchased this
lock and puppet.show, put up Tor sale after
ne departure Of its owner, who disappeared
'lihout paying his rent and now, thank Goo,
am doing very well by exhibiting il. En-
er' enter" he exclaimed TO the spectators,
come in--take your places'
Once more Careme returned home with a , :
eavy heart. Two years afterwards he went
BlceIre TO visit one OF his friends, a Young
lrgeon who was studying there, He found :
I'm IN the dIssecting-roou, preparing to an :
Iomise the corpse OF a man who had expi
ID the day before, in the Division Of incu-
'6Ie lunatics. Ii was the poor peasant, the
'ventor OF the clock. !,