New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1850-11-16


ahat music was capable Of expressing and convey
ing emotions so intense and ennobllng My eX-
Derience was confined to street music, and to the
bawDg at the chapel And, as yet, Mr. Huliah
had not risen into q power more envlable than
1hat of kings and given to every workman free
entrance into the magic world of harmony and
melody, where he may prove his brotherhood
with Mozart and Weber Beethoven and Men
delsso5n. Great unconscious demagogue lead
er of the people, and laborer in the cause OF dl.
vine equality thy reward is with the Father OF
the people
The luscious soitness of the Italian airs over
came me with a delicious excavation. Every
note every interval, each shade OF expression
spoke to mel knew not what: ana yet they
spoke to my heart of hearts. spirit out OF the
infinite heaven seemed calling to my spirit winch
loneed to answer-and was dumb-and could on
" vent itself in tears, which welled unconsclousy
forth, and eased my heart from the painful tension
Of excitement.
Her voice is lowering o er my soul-it fingers,
Oershudowng il With son and thrilling Wings
The blood aud lie within lLose snowy fingers
Teacl whcraft TO the Instrumental strings
Nv brain is wild my breath comes quick,
The blood is listening in my fragle;
And hronging shadows, fast and quick,
Fall on my Overlooking eyes
NV heart Is Quiyering Ike Il ialne;
As momng-dew that in the sunbeam dies,
am dissolved in these consuming ecst&sles'
The dark lady, Miss Stanton, as | ought to call
her. saw my emotion, and, as | thought unklndly,
checked the cause of it at once.
'Pray do not give US any more OF those die
away Italian airs, Lillian. Sing something man
full, German or English, or anything you like, eX-
Cept those sentimental walllngs
Lillian stopped took another book, and COM
menced, after a short prelude, one of my own
songs Surprise and pleasure overpowered me
more utterly than the soft southern melodies had
DONE ] was on the point OF sprnging up and
leaving the room, when my raptures were checked
by our host, who turned round, and stopped short
in an Grafton on the geology of Upper Egypt.
whats that about brotherhood and freedom,
Lillian? We don't want anything of that kind
here
cts only popular London song, papa, an
swered she, with an arch smile.
"Or likely to become SO, answered Miss stan
ton in her marked dogmatic tone.
"Tm very sorry for London, then And he
turned to the deserts.
He COON gives us his experience as
A TRIUMPHANT AUTHOR.
So to the party went and had the delight of
seeing and hearing the men with whose names l
had been long acquainted, as the leaders OF sclen-
tifc discovery in this wonderful age and more
shan poet, too, over whose works | had gloat-
ed, whom had worshiped in secret. Intense was
the pleasure of now realizing to myself as living
men, wearing the same flesh and blood as myself,
the names which had been to me mythic ideas.
Lillian was there among them, more exquisite
than ever; but even she at FIRST attracted my eyes
ard thoughts less than did the truly great men
around her hung on every word they spoke,
watched every gesture as if they must have some
deep significance the very way in which they
drank their coffee was matter OF interest to me.
was almost disappointed to see them eat and
chat like common men. expected that pearls
and diamonds would drop from their lips, as they
did from those OF the girl in the iairytale, every
time they opened their mouths; aud certainly the
fhnt
thought could only, OF course, be listner. In
deed wished to be nothing more. felt that
was taking my place there among the holy guld
OF authOrs-that | too, however bumbly, hau
thing to say, and had said 1T and l was content 10
SIT on the lowest step OF the literary tempe WIN
out envy for those older and more practlced priests
Of wisdom who had earned by long labor the free
dom OF the inner shrine. should have been quite
happy enough standing there, looking and listen
mg--but was ct last forced to come forward
Lillian was busy chatting with grave, grayheaded
men, who seemed as ready to hIrt and pet and
admire the lovely little fairy, as if they had been
as young and gay as herself 1t was enough for
ne to see her appreciated and admired. loved
them for smiling on her, for handing her from her
seat to the piano with reverent courtesy: gladly
would have taken their place: was content,
however, to be only q spectator; for it was not
my rank but my youth, was glad to fancy Which
denied me that bhssiul honor. But as she sang
ing my preedV wh eysrI motion Of those
delicious lips listen and listen, cnranced, and liv,
ing only in that melody.
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MIR wild en5 gantye rsin , and ang 'l ike the
"s ,,S mn pa ar ,,, '' rn1s
now sHn soi coJ at 1918 ,r
tbatl What on exouisifo lament somebody mie6t
write to it il they could Only thoroughly take in
E the feeling ami meaning oft
way 70 yTte let some air GET
Of ones whole Soul and eraduay nsnire t6o