The Davenport gazette. [volume] (Davenport, Scott Co., Iowa) 1841-185?, 1852-12-02

. Strauss. the waltz hero, loved the daugh
ter Of Count. Sophie was her name
He would have given worlds 10 have VOL
bat one glance Of love from this beauiifu
!. being, but she was cold and stern. Mad
uess indeed it was for poor wanderln!
musician, with nothing but his violin, 4
dare to love the high born Sophie, Wit
had as many noble ancestors as ne hat
waltzes. Rash impertiness,' said Sophie
and when he came to give her brother les
!, sons she scarcely deigned to give him a
look. Shortly afterward, Sophie became
the betrolhsd of the Count Robert, Lord
Chamberlain, who could also boast as ma
, ny proud ancestors as the fair Sophie, bui
beyond these and bis titles he had nothing
One day Strauss chanced TO be alone
with Sophie; he declared his love, and be.
sought her to give him but one word or
look ere he was driven to despair. But
no tears or protestatIons could move her,
she was as cold as the inanimate marble.
Il am the affinacned bride of Count Rob
en,' said she, haughtlly, 'and if it were
otherwise, think you would become the
wife of poor musician? She turned
scornfully away, and left him in grlef and
despair. The repentance which soon a.
woke n the heart Of Sophie, unhappily
came too late; in eight days she wonld be-
come the wife Of Count Robert.
/ The ceremony was to be performed in a
grand saloon in the city, and the Count
called On Strass to request him to lead the
/ ba nd fr.h hnnnr
bride with the composition Of new waltz
| Strauss, the most miserable man OF God
universe, promised him both. lie wishes
to wound me yet more deeply said the
unhappy man to himself, but pardon him,
and my prayer TO heaven is that she may
be happy, and that she may never repent
her choice' But bis waltz! thought
strikes him, it shall be the interpreter Of
his passion and bis grief to Sophie. il should
challenge her pity, if not her love. Oh,
what glorious power, to be able to speak.
to reproach to plead; and through bis di.
vine art To work! to work! When all
the great city slept, Strauss took bis violin,
opened his window, gazed out in the cold
night, and mourned forth bis sad tale Of
100 to the bright stars above, which look
ed kindly down on the desola,e and heart.
s,rcken.
The day Of the wedding came al last
The fearful agony Of love had given him
waltz, every measure of which spoke a
longing sorrow and despairing woe. The
hall glistened aud shone with bright Jewels
aud brighter eyes, but Sophie was more
gloriously beautiful than them all. Strauss
a hsggard, emaciated man, with bril-
, liant and piercing black eyes, sharp nnc
J strongly marked features, dressed from
/ head to foot in black, as though he had as
sumed this mourning livery for the bride
) now dead to him, stood sad and silent, in
} the gallery above, directing the movements
OF the orchestra. Sophie danced now witt
one, now with another OF the wedding
guests, and as often as she paused after the
giddy whirl of the dance, she turned her
eyes toward the griefstricken Strauss.
II was more than pity she felt, it was
remorse, 1t was kindled love. A terrible
pain awoke in her heart, like the swelling
Of stream, growing ever deeper and wi
der in its onward course, which threaten-
ed to oyerwhelm aud destroy her. How
! gladly would she have wept, but she dared
: not. 1t sounded twelve. Strauss gave
the signal for the performance Of his new
) waltz. The gay dancers stood up. Sophie
, on the arm Of happy bridegroom Al
stood spell-bound with the magic witchery
of those magic sounds. They forgot te
} dance, they gaze in wonder up at the pale
man in black, whose griefworn soul
, bteathes out its woe through his beloved
, instrument. The bridegroom lesds of
) the dance, and Strauss, with fascinated,
} fearful eyes, and torn heart, follows the
Iflying pair in their giddy whlrl.
!, They dance, and dance, and dance, and
j still do not cease, Strauss plays and plays
5 and no stop TO his wonderful waltz, which
, so fearfully affects both him and them.
, As suddenly as the lightnipg's flash the Z
f of his violin snaps, and at the same mo-
ment the beautiful Sophie falls dead upon
the floor. The violin and bow fall from
, his trembling hands, and with cry of hor-
ror he shrieks 'Sophie!' and falls fainting
on the ground. Since Sophie's death the
waltz is called by her name. Strauss low.
ed her othe last moment of his existance
! He too, is now dead, but his charming So.
phie waltz still lives Musical World.
/,
There is good story told OF old Mool
, raj, the native East.Indian General. Iii:
! followers stole from the British lot oi
, hermeiically sealed provisions in tin ca
ses, and not having seen anything of the
! kind before, he mistook them for canister
shot, and fred nothing from his guns for
three days, but fresh Holsters, picked sal
mon, and other delicacies, supplying the
British camp with a shower OF the freshest
English provisions.
A punster says, "My name is Somerset
am a miserable bachelor. ! cannot mar.
Try; tor how could hope to prevail on any
Young lady possessed of the slightest no
| Ition of deicacy, to turn Sonserset!'
, STREET Talk.--Two sons of Erin were
moralzng Saturday over the result Of the
late election;
0Bad news, Pat" says Mike.