Daily American telegraph., 1852-03-27
Ole Bull.

Carusi's Saloon last night presented the most
splendid array we ever saw within 1t. 1t was
rutland filled with as rich an aggregation OF
broadcloth, silks satins jewelry, beauty intelli-
gence and intellectually can in this republic
be well compressed within the limits of hall Of
its proportions.
Ole Bull was evidently Inspired by the scene
before him. He was delighted, and he made a
little extended horse-hair play such feats upon
some strands Of catgut as would have excited the
special wonder and admiration of both horse and
puss, could they have been present to witness it.
We never before knew what could be done with
that much abused instrument, the violin. 1t
laughs and weeps, exults and complains speaks and
signs, rides the billowy ocean, encounters storms
and shrieks in alright, ascends craggy noun
tains and shouts upon their SUBMITS, descends to
shadowy wales and reposes in their groves.
We look with wonder upon the instrument,
and upon the hands that operate upon il with
grace and agility beyond conception, and we feel
the magic influence Of the spell by which he
leads us whithersoevershe would go. But there
is another influence operating upon every spec
tator. 1t is the presence OF the NAN
Ole Bull appears to be less than forty years
old. He is tall, not thin enough to be called
slender, yet lightly and gracefully formed His
temperament is triple-a blending of the bilious,
nervous and sanguine his head is good, his fore
head clear and full his eye highly expressive of
kindness, good sense and intelligence; his face is
exceedingly prepossessing III feature and express
sion; and every look, action and word appears
to indicate the lofty conception Of a child of ma
ture-a true poet and true artist
And Ole Bull is true poet, as we'll as artist
Il do not" he said to us in conversational do
not achieve my professional performances by the
sole aid of rules and prescriptions. When | am
going to do well | know it here pointing to
his heart and when this speaks consciousness
of power never fail. This then, is true. 1t
is from it derive my knowledge of God, which
! have never doubted. | never will doubt the
truth my heart discovers" Is there not poetry
here?
But last night, in little extempore speech, the
poetry of his nature was aptly illustrated. Bow
ing profoundly to the torrent Of applause that
rewarded his effort, he retired from the stage
without perceiving the splendid bouquet that had
been thrown to him by lady sitting near the
President. He instantly returned and seized the
prize, then walked pace or two forward, and, in
the most easy, graceful and earnest manner, said:
"In this"-presenting his violin" there are
tones-only tones-and they will die, and be for
gotten; but the memory of the pure spirit that
has given me this"-placing the bouquet next
his heart" shall live forever"
THE BouoUET The beautiful bouquet was
presented to Ole Bull last night by JENNY BUsK,
sweet little girl who will yet do honor to the
musical reputation of our country. This petite
and talented vocalist is fortunate in enjoying the
patronage of the most estimable family of our
worthy President; and Ole Bull will be none the,
less proud of his memento when he learns that it
is the appreciative offering of young heart
glowing with aspirations to emulate his own great
genius.
Lectures Of Rev. DIR. Dewey.
On Thursday evening next will be delivered
at the Unitarian Church, the first Of course