Meigs County telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy [Ohio]) 1848-1859, 1854-04-04
Ihe Young Musician and his Sick
Mother.

: The following passage in the life Of an
soglish composer. copied from the Olive
ranch, will thrill the heart Of many mo-
her, who will read il here, no doubt, ior the
.irsI lime.
"Liue Pierre sat humming by The bed
side Of his sick mother. There was no
bread in the closet, and for The whole day,
he had no, tasted fuud Yel he sai hum.
ming TO keep up his spirits. Sill. al times.
he though, Of his Loneliness and hungeE,
and he could scarcely keep The leais from
his eyes, for he knew nothing would be so
grateful TO his poorinvald mother as good
sweet orange, and yel he had not a penny
sn the world. The lille song he was sing.
ing was his own--une he composed with
air and words, for The child was genius.
and leryen, worshiper n; the shrine of
music. As he sung. The tears would roll
down his cheeks. and his voice would taller
a, the sad. sad ,haughls. he did not care To
let his mother see, but hastily rising, he
hurried to The window and lhero watched n
( man putting UP grea, bill with yellow lei.
iers. announcing that Madame M---,
Ihen a favorita cnniairice. would sing that
night at the Temple.
%, ir could only gp!' thought liule Pierrc.
and then pausing moment, he clasped his
hands; his eyes lighted with unwonied fire ;
and running 10 the liule stand he smooIhed
down his yellow curIs. and taking from
lille box some old stained paper gave
one eager glnnce at his mothcr, who slep,
and run speedily from the house.
"Who did you say Was walling br me?''
enid Mudame NJ TO her servant; 81
am already worn out with company
III is only a very preny liule boy with
yellow curls, VINO says II he can only SET
lou, he is sure you will no, be sorry. anC
ie won, keep you q moment
40, well, lei him come said the beauti
Ill singer with smile, i can never rerus,
children
Little Pierre came in. his hat under hi
arm; and in his hand lille roll Of paper
With a mahiness unusual for n child, h
walked s,raigh up 10 Madame N
and bowing said, 81 one 10 see you becaus
my mother is very sick, and we are to
poor 10 get food aud medicine. lhough
that perhaps. IL you would only sing my Iii
tie song al some OF your grand concerts
May be some publisher would buy II for
small sum and So could get loud and med
icine Tor my moIher.'
The beautiful woman rose fran her SET
very tail and stately she was; she took III
linle roll paper frnn his hand aud lighl
hummed ihe air. Did you compose ill
%, yes;' andlhe boys blue eyes grew
quid with happiness; but couldn's leav
my moiber,' 80
Il will send somebody 10 take care
your mother for the evening, and here Is
crown with which do you 90 and ge. foe
and medicine. Here is. also, one Of n
ticlsels; come TO night; thar will admit y.
70 asea. near me; my good liule fellow, yol
mother has treasure in you.'
Almost beside himself with Joy, Pier
bough, some oranges, and many little la
ury besides aud carried them home TO u
poor inyaliddtling her, mol without tears,
his good fortune. Ne
erin bis life had Pierre been in such graz
place. The music, clashing and r'llin
ihe myriad lights. the beauty, the nash
OF diamonds. and the rusling Of silk. bew
, dered his eyes and his brain--aI las. s
come--and The child sat with his CLAN
riveiedupon her eloriouas face. Could
believe that The grand Iudy, all blazing "
levels. and whom everybody seemed 10 VI
ship, you'd really sing his huIe song2
Breathless he waited; the band, the wht
band, ,s.ruck up lhlIe plan,ive melody;
knew il; and clapped his hands for joy. A
OIL how sho sung il! |, was so simple.
mounful. SO soul subduing--many bril-
eye was dimmed with tears. and nau
could be heard bul lhe,ouching word Of /
lille song-ob! so ,ouc',ingl--Plerre wall
home MS II he were moving on the
Whnt csrcd heior money now2 The grt
est prma donna in ull Europe had sung
liule song. ard thousands had wept a,
grief. The next doy he was frigh,eued
visit from Madpme NJ she, laid her h
on his yellow cufls,an turning 10 lhe
man said: 3.
Your Iililo boy, madame. has 6rou
youa loaune. was offered this morn
BY he bcn publishers in London. .hree I
arsd poundsfo for bis liule songisnd,aiieT he