Wisconsin tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1847-1854, 1850-07-26

( apartment neatly ordered, a fire burning
a lamp, and on the table supper The
/ young man frowned, and looked sternIv
at the scene.
Who dares thus insult my poverty p
Is it not enough that [ am starved with
cold and hunger, that | am rejected by
the world as 4 useless and wretched thing.
incapable Of welding either sword or pen
but | must be insultcd by charity2 Fire,
light, and food, all sent to be by one who
knows my necessity And vet who
knows Perhaps my mother may have
discovered my retreat. Who else could
have acted thus My mother. | bless
/ thee both for your action and for respect
/ ing my concealmeut !" And the invalid
( officer sat down to the first hearty meal
/ he had eaten for weeks He had left
home because his friends wholly disap-
I proved Of his making music profession.
and wished him to occupy his leave of
absence in learning another occupation.
His mother so pressed him, that he saw
no resource but soldiers last Chance
retreat For two months no trace of the
fugitive had been seen--two months
spent in vain efforts 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 awoke
with an appetite unknown to him of late
The generous food of the previous night
had restored his system, aud brought him
to a natural state Luckily, sufficient
wine and bread remained to satisfy his
craving, and then he sat down to think
All his efforts to get his music sung. or
played, or published, had been vain
Singers knew him not, publishers declar-
ed him unknown, and the public seemed
doomed never to hear him. because they
never had heard him. logical conse-
quence very injurious to young beginners
in literature, poesy, music, and all the
( liberal arts But he has determined to
have one more trial Having eaten. he
dressed and went out in the direction of
I the shop of the Citoycn Dupont. worthy
and excellent man, who in his day had
I published more music, bad and good, than
a musician could have played in 4 life
time
I You have something new. then. cito-
yenl' said Dupont. after the usual pre-
/ liminaries, and after apoIogizing toa lady
within his Office for leaving her forawhile
" As my time IS precious. pray play it at
once and sing it if YOU will" The young
man sat himself at the harpsichord which
adorned the shop. and began at once the
Army Of the Rhine The music-publish-
er listened with the knowing air of one
who is not to be deceived and shook his
head rs the composer ended
( Rough--crude-bu clever Young
man, YOU viii, l doubt not do something
one Of these days but at present, | am
sorry to say, your efforts want finish. pol
4 ish"-Thc singer rose. and bowing. left
the shop, despair at his heart He had
not a sou IN the world his rent was in
arrcar: he knew not how to dine that eve
ming, unless his mother again came to his
aid-an aid he was very unwilling to re
cciyc. His soul repugned from it. for he
had parted from her in anger. His
mother was a Royalist, he was a Rcpub-
lican, aud she had said bitter things to
him at parting. But most of all the com
poser felt one thing the world would
never be able to Judge him. never be able
to decide if he had or had not merit: and
/ this was the bitterest grief Of all
That day was spent IN moody thought.
. The evening came, and no sign again Of
4 his secret friend, whether mother or un-
known sympathiser. Towards night the
pangs Of hunger became intolerable. and
after numerous parleys with himself the
Young man assembled to his room with Il
heavy parcel His eye was wild, his
check pale, his whole mien unearthlY. As
he passed the door of his lodge the conci-
+ crge gave him ticket for the opera sign
ed Dupont, who was co-manager Of the
thcatcr
Go thyself," said the composer in 4
low husky voice, and went up stairs.
Having gained the room, the unhappy
and misguided young man sat silent and
motionlcss for some hours. until at length
hunger. despair, ard his dreamy visions
had driven every calm and good thought
from his head and then he dared quietly
proceed to carry out his dreadful and des-
pcratc intent lie closed carefully the
window, stuffed his mattrass up the Chim-
ncy, and with paper stopped every ap-
crture where air could enter Then he
drew forth his parcel Of charcoal and a
burner. and lit it. Thus had this wretch
ed man-determincd to end his sutferines.
He had made one last effort, and now in
"A solitary dismal garret, he laid him down
to die; and poverty and misery, genius
and death, were huddIed close together
Meanwhile, amid a blaze Of light, the
evenings amusement had begun at the
theatre \ new opera from Paris was to
be played, and the prima donna was the
young. lovely, and worshiped Claudine,
the Jenny Lind of that time and place
The house was crowded and the first act
succeeding beyond I'll expectation, the au-
dicncc were in ecstasy.
= She is a jewel !" said NJ Dupont.
who from private box, admired the
great supporter Of his theatre \ roar
Of applause from the pit delighted at this
instant the good mans ears. Claudine,
called before the curtain, was bowling to
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