The Plymouth pilot. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1851-1852, 1852-01-07
Frpn the Flag Of our Union.
THE POOR ITALIAN FOUNDER.
4 Legendary StOry Ofthe Silrs:y Chics Of Limerick.
BYF.lLCOE E3RiDG

BYFALCoH3RrneE.
roor Po.. we never think of bells but
NE are reminded of his chim"s--
Keeping time, time, time,
In n sort c. runic rhyme
20 the in.innabulation that SO mu scaily swclls
From the bells, bells, bells!"
There is an endless them, for the mind
AMI pen in the harmony ani history Of
BELLS. Their paternity, like the original
ity of the pyramids is hid len in the dust
of ages. while the popularity of their in
vention and application has suffered no
diminution by the lapse of time; they
have poetic. everlasting tie TO our ear
LEST recoiiections. for the homrly chime
6f the village church of onr boyhood still
fauuts us in our sleeping and waking
hours;-visi,inS the shipwrecked mariner
upon tile desola,e coast; the traveller in
the far-off wilderness; the solfirr in COM
fortress camps and the poor prisoner in
lis cell. like b.issful harbingers bidding
them. if but for 4 fleeting moment. be
innocent and happy again. We often
wish that the great spiri: of invention
would create sume substitute for the ple
beian purposes to which bells are now
applied. The huge pot metal" affairs OF
factories fire-engine towers, and ambi-
tiouS rural churches.
'In the startled CIR o. tn,or q: night,
How they screrm out their ali. .ch,!
Too much hprrifei 70 speak.
They 4 only shrek. sh-et.
Out of (all manner Of time
Until the ear, soul. senses become so
appalled, at the very sound of bells. that
the .prince' Of campanolosists with the
most melodious chime this side of ST.
Mary's tower, Limerick. would almost
fail to arouse the appetite to such ban
quet-as they are wont TO offer the ear
and soul of melody. But OF thce--"Lim-
erick's chime"--we have a story.
Centuries ago--so far back into the
dim and dark vista of by ages. tina,
history becomes nearly ghost.like out.
lie OF prim,ry fact-Falino 'FRONT.',
a poor young artizan in the small foundry
Of the small villa Of Mszza torti. toiled
and dreamed over the hobby of his heart
the igais fatuas Of his fa,c--a chime
of bels
Fazino was a bell caster; his master
was famed founder Of bells. but the
young mans ambition scared to cast
complete chime that should not only as.
teK.sh the master of Mazzatorti himself.
but reap the admiration OF the world Of
chimes. and win for him the dizzy height
which the mad ambition of tue world SO
sighs for-the peerdom of par ercellence!
And this dream he mused for years. and
IN silence and patient pride wrought his
purpose out.
It was gala day. and the villagers of
AIazza-torti. well dressed in their gayest
attire. were on the eve of festivity and
pleasure, and with heart OF JOY and .
face of doubt and trembling. the young
artizan sought the abode Of the master
founder, and begged. as favor. that he
would homer his abode-in an obscure
and remote section Of the village-with
his presence.
"Signor." said the young aftizan. II
have cast a bell. l wish you to hear it
chime"
Holy st. Tagol" exclaimed the master.
"is it mere bell thou would'st have me
near? Eve no time; this is nota business
day, my good lad Let's to pleasure;
never mind thy bell; 20 to. anuse 'hyself;
let work alone for the day.
But. signor. mine is no common bell.
or would not dare to ask the master OF
Masza- tofti's foundry to hear it chime" "
THE youth is mad said the master
founder to himself; '.but I'll humor his
ss..acy; he's good workman. and it will
cos. but a nome mt Of my gala time"
"Go on, Fssino. I'l' hear thy bell -