The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1854-03-02


Little Pierre was humming by the bed
side of his sick mother There was no
bread in the closet, and for the whole day
he had not tasted food, Yet he sat hum
ming to keep up his loneliness and hunger,
and he could scarcely keep the tears from
his eyes, for he knew nothing would be SO
gratefulto his poor ivalid mother, as a good
sweet orange. and yet. he had not penny
in the world. The little song he was sing
ing was his own-one he composed with
air and words; for the child was genius,
and fervant worshipper at the shrine of
music. As the tears would rool down his
cheeks, and his voice would falter at the
sad, sad thoughts, he did not dare to let
his mother see, but hastily rising, hurried
to the window, and there he watched
man puttingup great bill with yellow let
ters announcing that Madame M,
then n favorite cantatrice, would sing that
night at the Temple.
"Oh, if I could only CO." thought little
Pierre; and then pausing moment he
clasped his hands; his eyes lighted with
unwonted fire: and running to the little
stand he smoothed down his yellow curls,
and taking from box some old stained
paper, gave one eager glance at his moth
er, who slept, and ran speadily from the
house.
''Who did you say was waiting for me?"
said Madame M, to her servant, 81
am already wourne out with company"
ait is only very pretty little boy with
yellow curls, who says if he can only see
you he is sure you will not be sorry, and
he wont keep yoa moment"
"Oh, well, let him come" said the
beautiful singer, with smile, 81 can new
er refuse children"
Little Pierre came in, his hat under his
arm, and in his hand little roll of paper.
With manliness unusual for child, he
walked straight to Madame NJ and
bowing, said, 81 came to see you because
my mother is very sick, and we are too
poor to get food and medicine. thought
that perhaps if you would sing only my
little song at some of your grand concerts,
may be some publisher would buy it for
small sum, and SO I could get food and
medicine for my mother"
The beautiful woman rose from her seat
very tall and stately she was; she took
the little roll from his hand, and lightly
hummed the air.
.'Did you compose it?" she asked; you
child? And the words? Wonderful lit
tie genius! Would you like to come to
my concert?" she asked after few mo-
tnents of thought.
"Oh yes;" and the boys blue eyes grew
liquid with happiness. "but ! couldn't
leave my mother"
81 will send somebody to take care OF
your mother, for the evening and here is
acrown with which do you 60 and getfood
and medicine. Here is also one of my
tickets come tonight; that will admit you
to seat near me; my good little fellow;
your mother has treasure in you."
Almost beside himself with joy Pierre
bought some oranges, and many little
luxury besides, and carried them home te
the poor invalid telling her not without
tears Of his good fortune.
Never in his life had Pierre been in such
a grand place. The music clashing and
rolling. the myriad lights, the beauty, the
flashing of diamonds and rustling of silks
bewildcred his eye and brain.
AT last she came-and the child with
his eyes rivetted upon her glorious face
Could he believe that the grand lady al
blazing with jewels, and who everybod.
seemed to worship, would really sing hi
little song? Breathless he waited; tn
band, the whole band struck up littl
plaintive melody; he knew it and clappet
his hands for joy. And oh, how she sune
it. TWAS SO simple, SO mournful, SO soul
subduing-many a bright eye dimmec
with tears, and naught could be heard bu
the touching words of that little song.
oh, SO touching. Pierre walked home a
if he was moving on the air. What care,
he for money now? The greatest prim
donna in all Europe had sung his littl
song, and thousands had sung his littl
song. and thousands had wept at hi
grief.
The next day he was frightened at
visit from Madame M, She laid he
hand on his yellow curls, and turning t
the sick woman said:
''Your little boy, madame, has bough
you fortune. I was offered this NOR
ming, by the best publishers in London
three hundred pounds for his little song