New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1852-06-15

young music student very attentive listener.
AT last the old man was so delighted with the
young stranger, that he told him his beloved
story of Father Haydn, just as though he was
disclosing to view the most costly treasure. 4
The young man listened to it smilingly and at
tentively. When he had finished, he told the
old Cantor, in low, trembling voice, that Father
Haydn had once given him kiss. That, how
ever, the old man would not believe at all, not
withstanding the Stare screamed as though
possessed: ssThe truth! the TRUTH
They parted by moonlight, and it was not till
then that the old Cantor thought to inquire the
name of his young guest.
esMy name is Amadeus he replied, e and I
shall visit you very often" =
s.Do so,' laughingly replied the Cantor, as he
shook him heartily by the hand. 81 will then
show you my collection of music; it's real
treasure, assure you"
Violetta presented the handsome Amadeus
with n splendid boquet of roses, for which he
kissed her as innocently and as lovingly as a
sparrow would kiss q beautiful flower; and the
Stare cried out; &c eewell, farewell, we must
go, farewell p'-and they departed
For long time afterwards, the old Cantor
and his daughter could distinctly hear the joy
Gus duette of the merry young music student
and his bird.
Scarcely four days had elapsed when the
stranger came springing over the hedge again,
y
| but sprightly and fresh. Violetta appeared
perfectly rejoiced at seeing him once more but
he fell, without any ceremony, on her neck and
kissed her rosy lips; and the Stare cried out /:
"Who has found o lady love J" The old Cam
| tor was also delighted, and gave him hearty
welcome. He led him into his little sitting
room, opened an old book case, and Amadeus
saw, with astonishment, the most costly works
of Sebastian, Bach, Handel, Palestrina, Pergo-
| lesi and Haydn's masses were there each
| volume was handsomely bound, and on the back
was handsomely printed, in golden letters, the
name and year of birth of the composer. Anna
deus looked at all the thick volumes with
delight, and to the great astonishment of the old
Cantor, appeared to know them all by heart,
and spoke as intelligently of them, as if they
| were all his OWN compositions; and while he
was so doing, glorious inspiration seemed to
| light up his beautiful countenance. The old
man took off his little cap, laid his hands on the
young mans shoulders, gazed earnestly at him,
and said: ss You are a dear lovely SOUL and
will certainly make great master if God spares
you!" and then he tenderly embraced him, and
kissed him on both cheeks; the Stare, however
cried out ssLong life to Sarastrof' Then
Amadeus played, and the old spinett trembled
under his powerful hands; the most beautiful o.
melodies rocked the souls of Violetta and hel
father into sweet dreams. As evening drew
near, they all went into the garden, and tht
young man ran races with Violetta; they threw
flowers and rose leaves at one another, ane
played like couple of little children, with thu
; wise Stare Amadeus told Violetta that hi
loved the little bird dearly, and that he woule
never part with it. His dear dead mother hat
given it to him, and it was now his companion
day and night; it used to lay itself on its mas
ter's pillow every night, bury its little heae
under its soft with wing, and sleep till morning
The summer passed rapidly away, but not
single week that Amadeus did not visit the ole
Cantor and Violetta-to sing with the latter
for she sung beautifully, and had lovely voice
and to converse with the latter about Bach m,
Father Haydn. On one of these evenings. tn
old man asked him: ssTell me, what do yo1
think of this Mozart, who is just now beginnin
: : to make so much noise in the world through hi
compositions / would really like to hear som
, thing of hisn'
ssWell, well p replied the young man, &c it S
. = happens that know him very well-iust as vel
a a in fact, as know my own self, and can there
= = fore give you good description of him: Moza1
is very merry, iovial fellow, and looks so folk
! say, very much like myself. only perhaps a Lit
/. tie graver when he has the pen or conductor
stick in his hand. He is as happy as child
;, and always makes the best of every thing
his soul swims in a sea Of sweet tones, wlicl
perfectly fascinate him; people all smile kindl
on him, and his heart is one Of the lightest IN
and good living, but above all things he love
J. the lovely innocent countenance of youn
! child; he loves, also, birds and flowers. | ca
= = assure you that you would love him, for he ha
no enemies. He has q wife whom he loves deve
4 tedly, and she deserves it, for she has no res
fault in her; she is only little jealous som
:, :, times, and that somewhat plaques the ma
:, = Mozart"
The Cantor smilingly shook his head. ANA
. deus, however, bade them adieu, although
4 had been there scarcely single hour, and til
= sun was still high in the heavens. s'An oper
by Mozart is to be given this evening" he sai,
=, sc Don Juan and much wish to know what su,
: cess it will have; am of a somewhat unqui'
9 nature, and am rs much excited to-day as Nh
, , zart himself can well be- i will tell you a
y :, about it tomorrow Thus speaking, he ra
: cry out &c While you hurry you forget;' fl
,f his master had forgot to kiss Yioletta, and lie
- her bouquet also behind. The poor girl was 81
:. the whole day whether on account of the ne.
~ lected kiss OF the FORGOTTEN bouquet, l cam
"a well say.
u The following day no Amadeus was to be seer
;. the sun sunk deeper and deeper, and the yello
i leaves fell from the trees. The old Cantor s
Il in his large arm chair, absorbed in the conter
" plation of his music treasures; Violetta sat ]
~, the window, softly humming shewas any thin
= but joyful. Suddenly, q knock on the winde
i was heard, and clear, well voice ask
No admittance. Violetta sprang quickly up, al
.o .e accustomed to his mad pranks, opened the wi
~ ~ dow, and the Vienna music student leaped il
p. the room.
il ssDear papa,' he said, with a countenance
~ ~ smiling as spring morning, CO the mad Mozs
= has made quite triumph. Don Juan is gu
al tolerable: he desired me to give you his comp
~ l. ments, and has sent you something which l "
i, presently bring in. But here, first take a lit
s ar remembrance from me-" and he placed Mt
~, manuscript in the hands of his old friend
VI was an .fye Rer,ta Violetta also received
;, manuscript, on which was written, ssTomy
90 . olet' 1t was a song, the words of which CO.
is menoe as follows
or "A violet on the meadow grew S.
r. Violetta was in moment quite happy aga
n The old Cantor looked through his manuscr
he with great attention, and at last arose and We
ng silently to his old music case, and placed
p !; manuscript carefully between those Of Ba
lis and Handel. The countenance of the you
ne man beamed fountains of joy, as the old Cam
an reached him both his hands and said: Sc Y
he know the best what this place has to signify
to The blue eyes Of Amadeus filled with tea,
see he clasped, with great vehemence, the hand
Tho the old man and exclaimed: GO Dearest pal
to | am myself Mozart! the merry, mad Moza
ia- whom YOU have infinitely more rejoiced by t
led simple expression Of esteem and honor than
las the loud applause of the whole world has Q
nv hoon ohio In do thank YOU but | have