Muscatine journal. [volume] (Bloomington, Iowa) 1849-185?, 1853-12-09

and the Shelby, uncontrolled, rushed on Il
ashallow bar just beside her, and in another
moment was fast aground.
The Ysumg lIusician nnd hi. sick Mother
Tho fellcwing passage in the life of an Epxist
composer, copied from the Ohre Branch, will thrill
the heart Of many mother who will read it here; M
eOabt, for the frat tims: +..~z
Little Pierre sat humming By the side IF his s:ei
mother. There Was no bresi in the closet, and fo,
tbs whole day he had not tasted food-zsYe. hs sa,
humming to keep up his spirits. Sill at times he
thought of bis loneliness and hunger, and he could
scarcely keep the tears from bis eyes, for be kn
nothing would be so grateful to kiS poor pvaid me
User as a good, sweet orange, and yet he had not
peany In the world The little song he was singing
was his own-one he had composed with air and
Words for the chila was genius, and feryent wor-
shipper at the shrine Of music As the tears would
roll down hi cheeks and his voice would fater at the
ssj, sal thoughts, he did not dare to let bis mother
see, but hastily rising, hurried to the window, and
there watched man putting up great bill with yell
10" letters, announcing that IL aGame M, then a
iavorte cantatree, weud srg that night at the Tenn
pie. 'Oa, if could only go! thought little Pierre;
and then pausins morntn', he clasped his hand,
hs eyes lighted with unwonted FIRE; ard running to
the little stand no smoothed down his yellow curs;
AID taking from little box scme old stained paper,
gave one eager glance: at bic mother, who sept and
faa speedily froa the house. Who did YOU saw is
sait ng for me? said Madame M to her servant
am already won out with company 1t is only
Very pretty little boy wi yellow ours, who ssys if
be Can only sec you, he is you wsud not be srry
ana De wont keep you smcment.' 'Oh, we'll, let
him come, said the beautifu. singer, with smile, Il
can never refuse chdrcn Little Pierre came in. his
bat under his srm, and in his hand little roll Of "a
per. With nanliness unusual for Child, he walk
ei straight 10 Madame NJ, and bosips said .T
came 10 see you because my mother is very sick, and
We are 100 POOR to get foed and med cine. taoustt
'hat perhaps II you would sing sny my little souz st
some of J ur grand concerts, may bs some publisher
would buy II for small sum- and 50 could get food
and medicine for my mother Tbs beautiful vons,
rose ffoIn her seatycy Ia and stately she yus sse
took the LITTLE roll from bis hand aud irhtly humma
the air. Did you ccmposs it7' she asked, .You. a
chiids Aad the wcris? Wonderful little p,nius
Weud yoa like TO como to ny copcer,?' sae sskat
after noinsn,'s thought. .Oh, yss and the BUYS
cue eyes grew liqaid with happiness; but couldn't
eavs my mother . L will seud somebody 10 taks
care OF Josr mother for the evening. and hers is
crown Win waich DO you 80 ani get TODD and medi-
cine Here IS also one of my tickets; come to nght;
tnai "l.l admit you 70 seat rne my good little
ieha~, Your mother has treasure 10 yeu.' Almest
beside himself With ,y, Pierre bought some orangss
and many little luxury besides, and carried them
home to the pocr invalid, telling her. not withost
n Il 49,
l'fe bad Pierre bsan in such grand Place. Tee mu
sic' cIaseng ans rolling, tie myriad lights the beau
ty, the .shing of diamonds and rusng Of silks, bs
Siidered bis eyes and brain. At last she came-and
the child sat with his glance vetsd upon her glorious
lace. Could be believe that the grand lady, all ba-
zlng with jewels, and who everybody seemed to wor
saip, would really sing his little song? Breathlsss he
waited; the band, the whole band struck up little
piantive melody; he knew it, and cal ped his hands
fer joy And oh, how she sung il! It was 60 simple
70 mournful, so usduing- many bright eye
dimmed with tears; and naught could be heard bu,
tue touching words of that little sosgoh so touching
Pierre walked home As if he were moving on the air
What cared ne for money now? The greatest prima
donna in all Europe had ,ung his littl, song and
thousands had wePt ut his grief The next day he
| was frightened at visit from Madame NJ. She
aid her hand on his yellow curs, and turning to the
sisk woman said, Your little boy, madame, has
brought you fortune. I was offered this morning
BY the bust pubiishcrs in London, three hundrsu
pounds for his little song; and sfter he has reaIi.d
certain amount for tie sale, little Pierre hero ID Il
share tbs pr,i fits Madame, thaak God that your sou
has gift from Heavon.' The noble-hearted singp.
and the poor wsman wept together As to Pierre. al