Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1853-12-22
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Julien and the Yorkshireman.

Julien and the Yorkshireman. rY
1t was the middle of July, 1858, when all
London was stirred by the grand ovation which
had Just come off IN honor of the Lion Con-
cert giver,' that tall raw-boned man might
have been seen walking down one Of the mar
row streets of that foggy metropolis, alternate
ly humming to himself little suatches of melo-
dy, and stopping to gaze at the signs over the
store doors. Pretty soon he came to the mu-
sic store Of Cramer, Beale & Chapple, and
strobe heavily in, the large nails in the bottom
of his shoes making music in that part of the
town. i X amg
Halo, mum! said he in the broad York
shire dialect, TO a tradesman behind the coun-
ter, who was intently examining new and
beautiful engraving that was designed as a
frontispiece to Jullien's last polka, Can you
teal me if Meashter Jullien's in!'
No, he is not, Sir. He left about half an
hour since said Mr., Chapple, (for he was the
one addressed) and as he replied, he raised
his eyes and scanned the rough-looking person
who stood before him. He was coarsely clad,
man Of brawny limb, with complexion Of
that peculiar ashy color, slightly begreemed
with coal, which indicated that he had toiled
for years beyond tbe4ight and warmth of the
sun.
Wuh'ee be in again to-day' inquired the
| Yorkshireman.
mo, he will not-not before tomorrow
Did you wish to see himt'
sWull ya'as, aw would loike to- said he
hesitatingly. The talk summat aboot ees
gooin' to America, he continued.
Yes, he sails next week but how does
that interest you!' said Mr. Chapple, who be-
gan to be curious about the motive that could
prompt such rough-looking customer to see
the man of Immaculate white kids and ire
proachable vest
I'd loike to ga over wi'um,' was the re-
ply.
Like to 60 over to America with him =
Pray, what good could you do him! said Mr..
Chapple, with an expression as near contempt
as was consisting with good breeding.
Wull, aw think aw Good do'um good
deal o'good, said he, with knowing twinkle
of the eye. -
How1 You certainly do not look like a
musician '
Wall, as to looks, thot's nowther here nor
there, but aw blaw't ophicleide sun-they say
at whoam, betther thon ony mum int coonty.' :
( All, indeed ! What's your business y
sAw works in the cooal Mines
o' Yes: well, how much do you earn a
week' .A..'
About saxteen shillin', and then, too, aw
belong to brass bond, and we make summat
by gi'en yam, or two concerts week.
Il think, sir, that Mr.. Julien has engaged
all the help he wants, and will not require
your services : and the music publisher, hav-
ing satisfied his curiosity, turned away to his
business, as if he had already spent too much
time to little purpose.
The Yorkshireman awkwarkly scratches
his head, and stood for moment, as if unde-
cided what to do, but at length took few steps
toward the end of the counter, and peering
over pileo sheet music, behind which Mr..
Chapple had taken refuge, said to him:
: Perhaps, ye moight JUS loike to hear me
play bit. Gin yen gi' me an instrument
anvil show We what aw con do n
The request was SO good-naturedly made,
that Mr.. Chapple could hardly refuse; so he
led him up stairs, and gave him an old ophi-
cleide which, after moments inspection, he
threw down, jocosely exclaiming
Gang AVA wi yer owd brass Coon
nun, gle us good un.' er rtm t
/. !Chapple obligingly complied. The York
shireman took the piece of shining metal in
his huge hands, that were hardened,
cracked, and blackened with toll, and raising
it to his lips, played legato air with such
purity of tone and beauty of expression, that it
was hard to tell which emotion was strongest
in the mind Of the listener, surprise or delight
: But all this may be by rote,' thought Mr..
Chapel. Here, let me hear you play that,
said he as he placed before him new and ve-
ry difficult solo for the ophicleide. The York
shireman glanced it once through, and then as
tonishing his listener by executing it with
marvellous accuracy, Gaping the climax by
improvising a forid and appropriate cadenza.
'Zounds 2 said Chapple. Monsieur Julien
mast hear you. Call tomorrow noon, and
he'll be here. i
1
III Yei thought aw dri'n play cny, eh'' said
the performer, as he strobe out of the room !;
and he gave vent to broad gufiaw as he tram
pied down stairs. -'Aa i.g H'
The next day, at the appointed hour, JUL
lien, with his publisher and the Yorkshire
ophicIedst, was in the same upper ROOM
Julien, after hearing him play. was in ecta-
cies, which he endeavored to express in half
dozen languages.
sBravol' he shouted, rubbing his hands.
| Capital c'cst ertraordindric. Mr.. Chapple,
and gave him five pounds a week
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