Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1854-01-23

TO the buy T."
Fenulas he consideration of certain amend
nents by Mr.. Farrar of Boston, the oTders Of The
day. were ald on'Ihe table.
Papers from the Senate were passed iu concur
renee. Adjourned
The Young Musician and his sick Mother.
The following passage in the life Of an
! English composer, copied fioin the Olive Brunch,
will thrill the heart # many mother who will
read il here, no doubt, for The first time Il
g Lille Pierre sat hummng by the bedside of
his sick mother. There was no bread 10 the clo-
set, aud, for the whole day, he had not tasted
food. Yet he sal hummlng to keep up his spl-
rits. Still at times he thought OF his loneliness
and hunger, and he cuuld scarcely keep the tears
Irouv his el es, for he knew nothing would be so
grateful to his poor invalid mother as u good
sweet orange, and yet he had not penny in the
world. The little song he was singing was his
own--one he composed with all and words for
the child was genius, and a fervent worship
per at the shrine OF music. As the tears would
roll down his cheeks, aud his voice would fauller
at The sad thoughts, he did not dare 10 let his
mother see but hastily rising, hurried to the win
dow, and there watched man putting up great
bill with yellow letters, announcing that Mad
anne NJ, then favorle canIatrice, would sing
that night at The Temple 'Oh, if | could only
gor though little Pierre ;and then pauslng mo-
II, mi, he clasped his hands hts eye lighted
with unwonted FIRE and running 10 The little
stand he suoothed down his yellow curls, aud
taking from litle box some old stained paper,
gave one eager glance at his mother, who SLEPT,
and ran speedily from The house. " no did
you say is waiting for met said Madame M 10
her servant, | am already worn out ilh coul-
pdny.' 1t is Gully pretty little boy with yei-
low curls, who says if lie can only see you, he is
sure you will not be sorry, and he won't keep
YOU moment Oh, well, let him come
said the beautiful singer, with u smile, can
never refuse chiidren., Little Pierre came in,
with bis hat nnder his arm, and in his hand
liltle.roll Of paper. With manIiness unusual
for child, he walked straight 10 Madame M,
a bowling said. came 10 see you because my
mother is very sick, and we are TOO poor to get
food and medicine. l thought that perhaps if
ypu would sing only my lIttle song at some Of
your grand concerts, may be suIn5 publisher
would buy it for small sum, and SO | could
get fnpd and medicine for my mother The
beautiful woman rose from her seat-Very TALL
and stately she was she took the lltlle roll from
his hand, aud lightly hummed ihe air. Did You
composed il I, she asked 'you, child And
the words! Wonderful little genius Would
you like to come to my CONCERTO! she asked, af-
ter few moments Of thought. sOh, yes y and
but couldn't leave my motDer.' | wll send
somebody 10 take care Of your mother for The
evening, and here is crown with which do you
go and get food and medicine. Here is also
one of my tickets ; come 10 night ;ibat VIII adj
nit you 10 a seat near me my good little fellow,
| your mother has treasure IN yop.' Almost be-
side hiliself with joy, Pierre bought some oran-
ges, and many Ii lie luxury besides, and carried
them home to the poor invalid, telling her, not
without tears, nf hs good fortune. Never
in his life bad Pierre been IN such grand pl,ce.
The Inusic, clashing aud rolling the myriad
lights, the beauiy, the flashing If diamonds. and
rusiling Of silks, bewdered his eyes and brain.
I AT last she came-Hnd the child sal with his
glance rive:ted upon her glorious lace. Could he
believe thai the grand lady, all biazng with jew
els; and whom everybody seemed to worship,
would really sing bis lhrle song9 Breaihlsss he
waited; the b nd, the whole band, struck up
little plaIurive melody; he knew il, aud clapped
his hands for jpy And oh, how she sung il! Ii
was So simple, SO mournul, SO s0ul-subduine, -
many bright eye dimuied with tears, and naught
could be head but the touching worus Of that
little song--oh SO touching! Pierre walled home
as II he were moving on the air. What cared he
for money now. The greatest prlnia donna in
all Europe, had sung his little song, and thou
sanJs had wept at his grief The next day, he
was frightened al visit from Madame NJ.
She laid her hand on his sunny eurls, and turning
TO the sick woman, said, "Your little boy, mai
dame. 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 n certain amount for the sale. lit
te Pierre, here, is to share The profits. Madame,
thank God that your son has gilt from Heaven
The noble heaited singer and the poor woman
wcpt together As to Pierre, always mindful Of
ho uffbo fria and oh