The Plymouth pilot. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1851-1852, 1852-01-07


from a stout beam, some ten feet from
the earth. F4zino had suspended q bell
not SO large. indeed. as to attract any
wonder from the master founder Of MAJ
s,torti. but 80 exquisitely wrought and
polished in finish that the master threw
up his hands at the threshold Of Fazino's
abode. and exclaimed:
"Ha! hal Well done. BY st. Iaso. well
done. boy"
But hsar it chime. master" said Faz.
ino. jumping upon a high form and rap
ping the bell gently with an iron baton.
'Ding--ding--dong. ding. ding. ding.
ding"
The master bell-founder os M.z.i-torti
fell back amazed!
"Holy Virgin! 'tis silver"
20 no. master. that were not possible;
all Mazza-torti would not furnish ME
metal SO precious to cast my chime!"
IL were unblessed else. boy. but that
thy bell is silver; give me thy clapper--
(and hitting the bell more vigorous than
his workman. the melodious tones again,
in increased rapture smo.e the air)--
Dins-s-gg-g. ding, din:, ding, ding. din
gle. dingle. dingle, ding. ding-g-g-g-g!"
And there stood the entranced bell
founder with his iron baton. hammering
away at the almost celestial chime of his
I workman. while that person. unobserved
to his master, disappeared and soon re-
;urned with fellow-workman. bearing
another bell OF the same unique work
mlnship as the first. but of much larg-
er size. AMI with despatch they swung il
10 the beam, and the amazed master was
desired TO try its tone. He struck the
fine bell blow. and cried out:
"Are Marie" He stood agtast. Did
he dream?
Strike again, good master" said Faz-
ino, as himself aud two Others brought in
yet another bell of the glorious chime.
ana under the influence of his almost su-
pernatural senses, the master founder Of
Malza iorti continued his raps and rolls
of the iron baton on the magic bells, un-
I'll six of these peerless chimes were
strung within arm reach Of the grand
performer.
And all the inhabitants of Mazza-tor;i
focked thi,her. for it was in vain that
that the distant chime Of the old moss
covered tower and revered bells of st.
Inrz rang their pgans upon the soft air of
the Italian morn. OF that the gay retinue
of festive decorations ad0rhed the wonted
spot where the jewellers basked in gaiety
and shade AS the multitude augmented,
the irrvor OF the master founder seemed
TO increase. He rang out now the merry
festive and the marriage peal, and then
the sombre and slow chants of death pro.
crssion, making those Of the gay throng
stand in groups of solemn -transfx.
ed like statues.
Casing, from sheer exhaustion, his
companologian labors. the master founder
threw his arms about the neck Of the
workman aud wept ir Joy, for he was
not inclined to envy his poor journey
man-damp his genius with wet blankets
Of faint praise, or find flaws to peck at
in the art of his head and hands. He
wept, and in the face of the throng de-
claIed:
"Thy sweet bells, Fazino, will make
thee glory and wealth; Mazza- -torti's foun-
der never cast such bells as these. nor all
Italy before ever heard such chimes! St.
Iago said the master gaz ng at the bells.
''how. Fazino. hast thou found time. how
hast thou found this precious-precious
metal to cast thy bells? 'Tis wonderful
-wonderful!'
And the old man stood off musing!y.
e1clsimin,: ;: "Wonderful--wonderful"
And the live long day the throng in
creased, coming from hill and mountain
valley and plain-the shepherd leaving
his flocks. the beggar his cratch, the
housewife and the servants their "du-
ties" and the moblesse their dignity aud
pride--to mingle in the common audito.
ry around the humble abode of Fazino
'FRONT.'. and drink the silvery harmony
Of his matchless bells. 1t was a great
day--an advent Of greater importance to
the quiet and peaceful, the secluded viii
lage of Mazza-torti, than even the great
est day in the calecdar of festivities and
gala isms! The remote. obscure place
was to be great in fame's annals; the poor
artizan was to be lifted from the obscu-
rity and depression Of poverty and toll to
a niche of honor, glory and profit! And
the name of the humble Fazino Fronti--
unknown. unhonored and unsung--was
now in the mouths of all-the theme OF
tongues. The silvery chime brought men
from afar, and the hut of Fazino became
the temple of conpcrsasione for musical
Solons of the surrounding country. 1t
was apparent that the artistic formation
of these bills. though unique. was not
wonderful; but their rich tone indicated
such purity Of metal, as none other than
silver could accord: and this fact not only
begat much inquiry. but many doubts and
suspicious of the mode and manner by
which these charmed bell came SO un-