The Minnesota pioneer. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn. Territory) 1849-1855, 1854-01-26

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Err he following passage in the life of an En-.
gi'sh composer, copied from the Boston Olive
Branch, VII! thrill the heart of many a mother
who will read Il here, no doubt. for the first ,;,,o
Il" Lule Pierre was humning by The bedside
OF ms sick mother. There was no bread !, the
closet, and for the whole day he had NOT tas,ed
hood. \ et he sat trimming to keep I'D his sp,ri,s
Stiii at times he thought Of his loneliness and
munger and he could scarcely keep the tears from
ms eyes: Tor he knew nothing would be so srate-
lnl 10 ms poor invalid mother, az 4 good sweet
orange, and YET he had not Il penny in the world
l ne niue song he was singing was his own--one
ne composed, ar and words for the child was
genus and fervent worshpper a, the shrine of
music. As the tears would roll down his cheeks
and his voice would faier at the sad. sad thouub,s
ne o'o moi dare let his mother see, but hastily ri
sing hurried 10 The window, and there ne watch
ed man putting up a great bill with yellow let
lers, announcing that Madame NJ, then 4
tavorite caniatrce, would sing that night at The
Temple ooh, il | could only co. though, lit
tie Pierre and then pausing moment, he clasp
ed his hands, his eyes lighted with unwout ed fire:
ana running to the little stand he slnoo,hed down
his yellow curls, and taking from a box some old
staheu paper gave one eager glance AT his moth
er' VINO SLEPT, and ran speedily from the house.
:" no DID You say was waiting Cor me - said
Madam NJ 10 her servant, 81 am already
worn out with company at is only very
pretty little boy with yellow curs, who saws ,la,
II he can only see you, he is sure You viii rot
be sorry, and he wont keep you a moment. -
'Oh, we'll, let him come" said the beautiful
singer with smile, II can never refuse chill
dren." Little Pierre came in, his hat under his
arm, and IN is hand litle roll of paper. With
InanlineSs unusual for a child. he walked
straIghii 10 Madame Nj and bowling said
II came to see you because my mother is very
SICK, and we are too poor 10 get food and medi-
cine. thought that perhaps if YOU would sing
my hst'e song, at some of your grand concerts
may be some publisher would buy it for small
sun, and so could buy food and medicine for
my mother"
The beautiful woman rose fiom her seat-very
tall and stately she was; she took the little roll
from his hand, and lightly hummed the air. "Did
you compose II - she asked "vou, child -
And the words Wonderful little genius Would
you like to come to my concert 40 she asked a(-
ter lew moments of Thought s'Oh, YES -
ana the boy S blue eyes grew liquid with Ina ppi-
ness; but couldn't leave my mother" II will
send some one To take care of your mother for
the evening, and here is a crown with which do
you 90 and get food and incidence Almos, be :
side himself with JOY, Pierre bought some orang-
es and many a little luxury, and carried them
home TO the poor invalid telling her, not without
tears. of his good fortune
Never in his life had Pierre been in such !,
grand place. The music, clashine and rolling
Ihe myriad lights the beauty, the flashing of dla-
rnonds and rustling Of silks, bewildered his eve
and brain.
AT last she came-and the child with his ewes
rlveted upon her;glorious face. Could he believe
that the grand lady, all blazing with Jewels, and
whom every body seemed to worship, would re-
ally sing his little song' Brealhless he waited :;
the band struck up little melody he knew il
and clappcd his hands for joy. And oh, how she
sung 1t. IL was SO simple, so mourniul, Sc soul
subdulng-many bright eye dimIned with tears
and hought could be heard but the touching words
oil that little song-oh, so touching Pierre walk
ed home as IT he was moving on the air What
cared he for money now?
The neat day he was frightened at visit from
Madame NJ. She laid her md on his vel
low curis, and turning to the sick woman said
Z" our little boy, madame, has brought you
fortune was offered this morning, by the best
publishers IN London. three hundred pounds for
his little song; and after he has realized certain
amount for the sale little Pierre here is TO share
the profits Madame, thank God that YOUR little
son has gift from Heaven The noble heart
ed singer and The poor woman wept together As
to te"e, Always hiindIul OF f1lm VINO watches
over the tried and tempted, he kneIt down by his
mother's bedside, and uttered a simple but eo-
quent prayer. asking Gods blessing on the kind
lady who had deigned TO notice their aifiiction.-
And the memory Of that prayer made the singer
even more tender-hearted, and IN her early happy
death, when the grave damps gathered over her
brow, and her eyes grew dim, he who stood by
her bed and smoo,hed her pillow, and lghtened
her last moments by his undying affection, was
the little Pierre of former days-now rich, ac-
conpIished and the mos, talented composer Of the
day.
All honor TO those great hearts who. from their
high stations, send down bounty unto the widow
and fatherle.s child