Southern reveille. (Port Gibson, Miss.) 1851-185?, 1852-06-16

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it was generally imagined that the last perfor-
mer would be entitled to become the fair
girls husband. But ere Herr Bomgarten had
quite resolved in his own mind to the exact
merits Of each candidate, another stood be-
side the instrument, and rather by signs than
words. indicated that he, too, must try his
skill.
The guests seemed extremely puzzled at
this apparition for up to that moment the
gentleman had not been observed in the room
at all! One or two persons, indeed, declare
that he had actually stepped from the clock
case as the last player of the four concluded
his Fantasia BE it as it may, he sat down
to the piano and produced-but it is wholly
impossible to describe the sensation. He now
withered up the heart with the intensity Of his
pathos; and again enchanted the soul with
multitudinous images Of delight Then would
he pour over the imagination a storm of har-
monies that exalted it almost to frenzy; and
anon subdued it to the placidity Of childhood.
He was the man; yet, who was he The
question was a fearful one He was hand
some-his aspect singularly wild and melan-
choly. He executed with marvellous case,
but his mind appeared Gudging from his eye)
to be wandering over fields of thought remote
from that which he was engaged lie rose.
Herr Bomgarten sprang from his seat; and
would have embraced him but was repelled by
his popularity Of mien. Few minutes had
he to decide for midnight was at hand. AS
to the pretty Azalia, she wore no expression
save only that Of extreme palor, and Of inter-
nal agitation; but when the stranger as the
clock struck "twelve, " touched her hand to
depart she rose at once, and without appa-
rent reluctance. The most surprising part Of
the whole business was this, that the stranger
holding the hand Of the young lady, proceeded
at once to the Devils Clock and giving one
melancholy glance at the company, touched
a spring and retired within its case.
As the door closed on the fatal couple,
murmur Of horror ran through the assembled
guests. The unhappy father was 80 affected
that he tainted away, and as sensation returned
declared that he repented him sorely Of having,
as It we're, interfered with the DEGREES Of
Providence. "Ah." he exclaimed, would
that | had selected some honest youth from
among our neighbors for her husband! Carl
Won Muller, for instance-who loved her
dearly and was beloved in return, and whom
drove from the house. Scarcely had he
made this avowal when the clock case again
opened, and the stranger stepping from it, said,
in a sepulehral voice. eff your daughter, 0
man Of ambitious views, were now married to
Carl Won Muller, would you give her your
blessing "I would would E" exclaim-
ed the old man, sobbing "Then, " exclaimed
the apparition, come forth, ye happy pair "
At these words the door Of the room opened
and Carl Won Muller and his lovely bride
entered, approached the master Of the house
and knelt at his feet. "Now, " said the stran-
ger, Z" let me turn this gloom into merriment.
My name is Mendelsohn, the composer; |
have just returned from Italy l am the bosom
friend Of Carl Won Muller that clock has a
communication with the Church Of st. Rogue;
Qhe choristers who always set il right at twelve
at night. for superstitiOus feeling, play a vari-
ETY. of tricks with it by day J and have been
the means of doing an act Of friendship and
justice. As to the moral-but no; we will
think Of that some other time; for it now be-
hooves us solely to be joyous land merrier,
and happier evening, was never spent IN the
good old town of Herringhausen.