Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1854-01-27
A THRILLING SKETCH.

THE YOUNG MUSICIAN AND HIS SICK MOTHER.
The following passage in the life Of an Eng
lish composer, copied from the Olive Branch,
will thrill the heart of many mother who
will read it here no doubt for the FIRST time:
Little Pierre sat humming by the bedside
of his sick mother. There was no bread in
the closet, and for the whole day he had not
tasted food. Yet he sat humming to keep up
his spirits. Still at times he thought of his
Loneliness and hunger, and he could scarcely
keep the tears from his eyes, for he knew
nothing would be SO grateful to his poor in
valid mother as good sweet orange, and yet
he had not penny m the world. The little
song he was singing WAS his own-one he
composed in air and words; for the child was
a genius, and fervent worshpper at the
shrine OF music AS the tears would roll
down bis cheeks, and bis voice would falter
at the sad, sad thoughts he did not dare to
let his sick mother see, but hastily rising hur-
rled to the window. and there watched a man
putting up great bill with yellow letters an
nounclng that Madame NJ, then ia
yorite cantatrice, would sing that night at the
Temple. oh if l could only gol' thought
little Pierre, and then pausing moment, he
clasped his hands, his eyes lighted with un.
wonted fire; and running to the little stand
he smoothed down his yellow curls, and TAX
ing from little box some old stained paper,
gave one eager look at his mother, who slept,
and ran speedily from the house. who did
you say was waiting for me? said Madame
NJ TO her servant, l am already worn
out with company 1t is only little boy
with yellow curls. who says if he can only see
you, he is sure you will not be sorry, and he
won't keep you moment 'Oh, well, lei
him come said the beautiful singer with q
smile, | can never refuse children Little
Pierre came in. his hat in his hand, and in the
oiner hand little roll of paper. With a man.
llness unusual for child he walked straight
to Madame n, and bowing said, u
came to see you because my mother is very
sick, and we are too poor to get food and
medicine thought perhaps that if you
would sing my little song at some of your
grand concerts, may be some publisher would
buy ii for small sum, and so l could get food
and medicine for my mother The beautiful
woman rose from her seat-yery tall and
stately she was; she took the little roll from
MS hand; and lightly hummed the air. did
you compose il 2 she asked, 'you child p
And the words-wonderfu little genius! J.
Would you like to come to my concerto she
asked, after few momets Of thought. Oh
yes;' and the boys blue eyes grew liquid
with happiness, but couldn't leave my
mother Il will send somebody to take care
OF your mother for this evening, aud here is
a crown with Az hich do ,.ou GO and no. cooA
and medicine. Here is also one Of my tick
cts; come tonight; that will admit you 10 a
seat near me; my good little fellow, your
mother has treasure in you.' Almost be-
side himself with joy, Pierre bought some Or
anges and many little luxury besides, and
carried them home to the poor invalid, telling
her. not without tears. Of his good fortune.
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Never in his life had Pierre been in such
grand place The music FLASHING and ynll