The Westerly echo, & Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1854-1858, 1855-05-10

The festival was very happily arrang-
ed to terminate in grand concert,
composed of the young guests, who at
that time, were all the pupils of a
famous singing master -Signor Trifel-
lett, who was invited to conduct the
occasion. He was little, enthusiastic
man, this professor, of unmistakable
genius and when the whole band were
assembled in the vast room, and he stood
before them with his gilded batoon, it
really had very Jullienic effect. The
voices, too, were in complete harmony,
and some of them strikingly beautiful.
They were in full unison, singing the
chorus of an opera, when "a new tone
was ,heard-a silver thread of sound,
which bore itself through the melody
with a clear, steady sweetness, that was
delightful to hear. Signor Trifelleti
discovered the owner of it, ere the first
strain was finished, and before the
chorus was concluded, the whole class
were aware that Harry's humble friend
was the nightingale. The sweet bird
tones seemed to inspire the master with
a new life-he nodded his head to keep
time with the batoon, and his face was
radiant with pleasure. When the per-
fornapces was ended, he darted upon
the crlld with hundred questions
10 sstn disooveredl that she was poor,
and Indebted to what musical training
she had, to Hungarian refugee, whom
they sheltered during the revolution
He knew that she had voice of divine
melody, capable of the highest possibil-
tiles. The enthusiastic master took her
aside Would she 60 with him, he
would educate her for the stage, she
would make her fortune in a few
days, and her parents also. 1t was
the brightest picture of all the bright
ones she had ever dreamed.
" If my mother will consent :" it was
all she said; but it was enough The
professors face was radiant with happi-
ness, and that very day he actually rode
out in the market wagon with Agnes
and the country neighbor, to make the
desired request. 1t was in very eloquent
language he spoke--the language of
ambition. He saw in the dim future,
grand visions of fame and fortune, as
the fosterer of the second Jenny Lind =,
His name already was musical with
praise, and it was no little honor, Mrs.
Day thought, for her child to receive
such commentator but could she part
with Agnes To her simple habits, an
opera-singer seemed almost as bad as
common actress. But poverty, grim
phantom, stared them in the face-the |
masters picture of prosperity was very
bright, and Agnes whole heart was with
the plan. But she was not called upon
to make the sacrifice; the professor, on
learning that she was the child's only
relative, invited her to accompany them,
and with him, an invitation was COM
mand.
Harrison Dudley was delighted when
he heard how it was all arranged.
"I shall always call you my protege,
Agnes" he said, laughingly, when she
,ame to bid him goodbye, for if it
hadn't been for me now, you never
would have known Signor Trifelleti.
And you must not forget me when you
get to be famous"
That's right, young America
AXE the credit all to YOURSELF" said
dr. Dudley, gaily, while his wife smiled
! smile which Harry liked far less than
lis fathers fun. $
+" You and Harry are quite confident q
he will become another Jenny Lind,"I
he said. "I think it very fortunate if a
he is fitted to sing in church choir "
would be great thing for her-the il
alary is quite an income sometimes )" &
ct if Mrs. Dudley was less enthusiastic @
a her praise, she was very kind in action 6
$ Agnes wardrobe could testify. They v
II went down to see her off, and as Ii
larry stood upon the deck of this noble 8
teamer, which was to bear her to Eu- f
ope, he said - n
Remember you are my bread upon n
he waters, Agnes, and you must return
o me after many days! Goodbye" Ii