Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1851-06-12

must be ensulted by charltyI FIRE,
light, and food, all sent 10 me by one
who knows my necessity! And yet
who knowsi Perhaps my mother
may have discovered my retreat
Who else could have acted thusl-
My mother, | bless thee, for thy ac-
tion and for respecting my conceal
ment!'
And the invalid officer sat down
10 the FIST hearty meal he had eaten
for weeks. He had left home be-
cause his friends wholly disapproved
OF his making music profession, and
wished him TO employ his leave o.
absence in learning another occu-
patton. His mother so pressed him.
that he saw no recourse but sol
dier's last chance, a 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 doubtless his moth
er 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, and brought him TO his natu-
raj state. Luckily sufficient wine
and bread remained to satisfy his
craving, and then he sat down TO
think. All his efforts 10 get his mu-
sic sung, or played, or published, had
been in vain. Singers knew him no.,
publishers declared him unknown,
and the public seemed doomed never
to hear him; a logical consequence
very injurious TO young beginners in
literature poesy, and all the liberal
arts. But ne was determined to
have one more trial. Having eaten,
he dressed and went out in the d.
rectioE of the citoyen Dupont, a
worthy and excellent man, who in
his day had published more music,
bad and good, than a musician could
have played in lifetime.
"You have something new, then
Citoyen7" said Dupont, after the usu
al preliminaries, and after apologi-
zing TO a lady within his Office for
leaving her awhile, Gas my time is
precious, pray get it at once and sing
it if you will"
The young man sat himself down
at the harpsichord which adorned
the shop and began at once the "Song
of the Army Of the Rhine" The
music-publisher listened with the
knowing air of one who is not 10 be
deceived, and shook his head as the
composer ended.
tRough, crude, but clever. Young
man, you will, doubt not, do some
thing good one Of these days, but at
present, l am sorry TO say, your ef-
forts want finish, polish"
The singer rose, and bowing, left
the shop, despair at his heart. He
had not a sou in the world; his rent
was in arrear, he knew not how to
dine that evening unless, indeed, his
mother came again to his aid--and
aid he was very unwilling to receive
His soul shrunk from it, for he had
parted from his anger. His mother
was Royalist. he was Republican
and she said bitter things to him al
parting. But most Of all, the com
poser felt one ihing-the world
would never be able to judge him
never be able 10 decide if he had oil
had not merit, and this was the bit
terest grief Of all.
That day was spent in moody
thought. The evening came, and nc
sign of his secret friend, whether
mother or unknown sympathizer.-
Towards night the paogs of hunger
became intolerable, and after hume
rous parleys with himself, the young
man ascended to his room with 1
heavy parcel. His eye was wild
his cheek pale, his whole mein wa
unear;hly. As he passed the doo1
of, his lodge the concierge gave hin
ticket for the opera, signed Dupont
who was co-manager Of the theatre
$50 thyself," said the composer
in low, husky voice, and he wen
up stairs. c' E-ir .o
Having gained the room, the un
happy and misguided young man sa
silent and motionless for some hours
until al length hunger. despair ant
his dreary visions had driven ever!
calm and good thought from his head
and then he dared quietly procee'
to carry out his dreadful and despe
rate intent. He closed carefully th
window, stuffed his mattress up tn,
chimney, and with paper stoppe,
every aperature where air could en-
ter. Then he drew forth his parce
Of charcoal and a burner, and lit il
} Thus had this wreiched man deter
mined to end his sufsrings. He ha
) made one last effort, and now in tha
: solitary, dismal garret he laid hir
: a. IL. ,nd Doverfv and my.