New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1852-08-13

A terrible storm broke out over Vienna and |
its charming environs, on the afternoon of |
hot day in June. The black clouds rolled |
threateningly along; flash after flash of light
ming, and peal after peal of thunder announced |
its approach.
The storm ragged
AT last, the anger of the invisible giant ap-
peared to die away his voice became softer,
and from out his fiery eyes fell the tear drops of
a refreshing rain. The heavens cleared up: lit
tie twnkling stars peeped out and soon Father
Moon came striding triumphantly along, in his
bright mantle of light, as though he would an
nounce to the world: '' Be at rest am here
all is over!
In a small but high house, however, which
was situated in a little narrow street, the win
dows, and even the shutters were still closed
candle was burning in a small room within,
and two females satin one of its darkest corners,
| tlmorously drawn close to each other. They
were sisters, two girls of eighteen and nineteen
years of age, the children of an industrious and
quiet citizen; whose sign with its symbolical
picture and large golden letters, hanging over
| the door Of his habitation, announced him as
| belonging to the brotherhood of hair -dressers
and BARRIERS. The taller of the two sisters now
| arose, opened the shutters and windows, extin-
/ gusheG the candle, and said in a soft and beau
tiful voice:
''Come Doretta do not be frightened now
The storm is, thanks to the Holy Mother, at last
appeased Come to the window, and do not
| tremble So it is quite delightful out of doors
| now
| And Doretta came: and the moon lighted up
| her young countenance, and seemed to rejoice in
her lovely features. Doretta, the younger, was
a beautiful brunette, with q full, round face,
surrounded by clusters of ringlets and curls,
| flashing dark eyes, and a small, cherryred
mouth. Her somewhat full figure was under
| ,oIk hoo,
full of hidden passion. johanna, the elder, was
like unto snow-drops and corn-howers, so soft
and white was the color of her countence, her
throat and hands-so blue her large clear eyes
She wore a snow-white cap, as was the custom
of the young danes of that time-it was in the
year l195-and her blonde hair was only
slightly sprinkled with white powder, a.n article
also much in use at that period
After short pause, the soft, sweet voice of
the slender johanna was again heard:
Where can Haydn be :" she anxiously ex-
claimed. He is generally at home long before
this; the Holy Maria protect hmp'
Doretta made noreply; her breast heavedvi
olently, and her dark eyes seemed bent on pierre
ing the darkness Of the distance. At this mo-
ment, the honest citizen and hair-dresser, Kel-
Ter. a small and active man, with sharp features,
and restless but friendly gray eyes, entered the
room In his hand he held u large wig, which
he was diligently powderins, exclaimng at the
| same time:
"Well girls is our lodger, the young Haydn,
not yet here: He is not in his room, for Eve
Just been there-thought he must be with you
curious what a liking I've taken to the young
and lovely musician! Why. [ am as anxious
about him when he remains out an hour longer
than usual, as father for his only son. And
if | was not anxious myself, my girls would be
so! That's true, isn't it eh !" concluded he,
laughingly.
A charming blush was Johanna's answer
Doretta murmured few unintelligible words,
threw her head haughtily back and walked an
grily away from the window
''Who knows what may have become of him.
the strange youth y continued the father, after
q while. Perhaps, the old, ugly Italian sing
ing master-whats his name-Porpel "
"Porpora, pappa;" softly interrupted Jo-
hanna.
swell, Porpora then--its all the same tl
i me; perhaps the old man has taken him OF:
again, to make him write his music for him. By
r the Holy Joseph all that Haydn does for these
music people, and even for his own scholars
S 1t is quite impossible to believe, and not at all
. credible. Why, he keeps running about all day
e like hunted hare, from one to another, ready
ID to do anything and every thing if one will only
re re ask him Irealy believe he would black boots
to for the master Gluck, about whom there is SC
4, much talk now-a- days, if he would pay him
Be something. Joseph Haydn would do anything
be for his beloved musics sake he told me once
is himself But none of all his labor, his zeal, his
. diligence, his composing-nothing, nothing
Is IS brings him in single penny No one pays hin
he anything, for the very good reason, that hi
- charges nothing for his services! During tht
whole time that he has lived with me--and it il
\ now pretty long since he came here-l have no
y received single penny for the rent Of his room
q his board, etc. L can, thank God, wait till h
ry gets ready; but just think of it Does tn
H young man ever try to ear anything, or eve
even trouble himself at all about it Did yo
!, ever see him with sorrowful countenanoe or
| melancholy mien No! I'll warrant you neye
did He always comes in with countenanc
Is that would lead one to suppose that our graciou
ge Emperor had just made him present of whol
kingdom, or something of the kind and if on
asks him, in astonishment: We'll, Hayd1
a. a. what has happened to make you so happy:' i
smiles and says: Porpora has just praise
- me-" or, 6 Gluck has patted my cheeksr' d
81 have found such beautiful flower p'' ol
J. :" the sky was so blue to-day, and the birds san
ie so sweetly, and the sun shone so brightly
= Does he not sit down to his old harpsichord,