Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1851-01-30


ance upon the violin, met with a due need of
praise.
All the pieces announced in the programme
had been gone through, and the audience was
about to retire, when suddenly the musicians
commenced an air which was well known to
all present. The young Madei took up the
theme, aud displayed his talent in series of
brilliant variations, whilst at its close his sis
ter burst forth in voice whose sweetness and
power bore it above the full tones of The or
chestra =
"Cheer up, cheer up, ye miners brave,
And though your lot be one of toll,
Still let your hearts with joy bear up!
Beneath the might your right hand welds
The earth her choicest treasure Yields.
Cheer up, brave hearts-cheer up!r
At this moment the whole assembly rose
like one man, the musicians laid down their
instruments, and every voice joined in the cho-
Cheer up, brave hearts-chcer up,
The concert-room resouuded with the JOYOUS
song, and even the cantatrice herself was for
gotten in the enthusiasm Of the moment, when
suddenly the old schoolmaster was seen fore
ing his way through the crowd and, in ano,h-
er moment, forgetiul of the imposing audience,
and the dignity of the prma donna of the In
perial Opera, he had clasped TO his heart the
grateful pupil, who had so far transcribed his
brightest hopes and Veronica, turning TO the
wondering audience, told them with tears Of
grateful affection that 10 this good old man she
owed, under God, all the success she had at
taned, and all the happiness she now enjoy
ed. Then gracefully bowling to the assem-
bly,, she withdraw, followed by universal plau-
dts.
The inhabitants of Subery had clubbed TO-
gether, in order 10 give splendid banquet to
their talented and generous countrywoman at
the close of the concert. Whilst the prepara-
tions for the festival were in course cf compile
tion, the chanter drew his pupil aside, and said
to her, in the familiar tone of former days, my
dear Veronica, can you spare half an hour to
accompany me home'' This money weighs
me down; should like to dispose of some of
il tonight, and to leave the rest in safe
place.
In order to afford additional pleasure to the
benevolent heart Of the old schoomas,er, We
ronica intrus,ed him with the distribution of the
receipts of the evenings concert, and she row
gladly acceded TO his request
Confiding her father to Georges care, she
followed the chanter through many winding
street, which the darkness of the night and her
long absence from Subery prevented her from
recognizing. At last Rossel stopped before the
door of goomv-looking house, and turning TO
the cantatrice, said, : ] wish you, my dear We
ronica, TO see with your own eyes the manner
in which employ the money intrusted 10 my
care We shall find on the ground floor Of this
house most necessitous and miserable family,
choy confirmation of the truth of Gods word.
This unhappy man was the only son of wealthy
parents, who died leaving him possessed of an
abundance of this worlds goods. ldlenesS,
gambling and drinking ruined his health, aud
dissipated his property: He is now dying of
an internal affection Of the throat, leaving his
wife and children penniless. He is moreover,
a prey to the btterest paugs of remorse +; and
none can approach his dyingbed without feel
ing in his utmost soul the truth of the divine
words, that % AS man soweth, 50 shall he al
so reap
The old man ceased to speak; and cropping
his way through dark passage, he at length
| placed his finger on the latch of the door which
opened into it. Followed by Veronica, he en-
tered large room, which presented striking
contrast to the brilliant halls they had Just quit
ted A single lamp cast lis feeble glimmer
upon the walls and barely served to make the
miserable scene which this abode of sorrow Of
fercd, visible to the eyes of strangers. A pale,
careworn woman was pacing the apartment,
and seeking TO still the cries of the infant who
\ hung at her breast; two other children, about
! three or four years of age, slept in 4 corner on
heap Of rags; but even in sleep their sickly
faces spoke not of the healthy repose of happy
childhood In red which was placed near
the stove, lay the sick man, supported by straw
pillows, on which he vainly sought 10 find re-
pose for his weary head.
The poor woman received the two strangers
with the monrnful indifference of despair.
is your husband asleep,' asked the kind
hearted old man in gentle tone.
No. replied the woman, he is not and
Heaven only knows what is to become Of
me y
Rossel approached the sick mans bed
How do you feel tonight, kunkel =
Just as l always do he replied in a des-
ponding tone; and | shall never be better So
long as l feel that piece of burning money
which never can get rid Of, sticking Just there
in ny throat
so you will persist in your idea about this
burning money, interrupted the chanter-
Have not the doctor and told you hundred
times that the pain you feel is only the natural
result of your sore throat. What is the use OF
making yourself worse by allowing such follies
to take possession of your mind,'
Il ought TO know best, replied the sick man
in trembling voice. 'I feel it there burning
me continually. long for cold water; tu,
when have swallowed it, the heat becomes
more intense than before
sKunkel,' resumed the chanter, believe me
this is mere chimera. How could piece o.