Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1856-01-05
THE YOUNG MUSICIAN AND HIS SICK
MOTHER.

The following beautiful extract from the Olire
Branch, is copied from the life of an eminent mu-
steal composer;
Little Pierre sat cumming 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 n good sweet orange, and yet he
had not n penny in the world. The little song he
was singing was his own-one he composed with
air and words for the child was a genus, and n
ieryent worshipper at the shrine Of music. As the
tears would roll down his checks, and his voice fall
ter at the sad, sad thoughts, he did not dare to let
his mother see, but hastily rising, hurried to the
window, and there watching a man putting up a
great bill with yellow letters, announcing that
Madame III, then q favorite cantatrice would
sing that night at the temple. oh, if | could only
90! thought little Pierre and then pausing Il
moment. he clasped his hands his eyes lighted
unwonted fire and running to the little stand he
smoothed down his yellow curls, and taking from "a
little box some old stained paper, gave one eager
glance at his mother. wEO slept, and ran speedily
from the house. Who did you say is waiting for
meg said Madame Nj to her servant; Il am
already Y orn out with company 1t is only n 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 won't keep you a moment oh, well, let
him come said the beautiful singer, with a smile,
i can never refuse children Little Pierre came
in. his hat under his arm, and in his hand a little
roll of paper. With a manliness unusual for a
child, he walked straight to Madame III, and
bowling, said. i came to see you because my moth
err is very sick, and we are too poor to get food and
medicine. | thought that perhaps it you would
sing only my little song at some OF your grand con-
certs, maybe some publisher NOuld buy it FOR a
sum, and so / could get food and medicine for my
mother The beautiful woman rose from her seat
very tall and stately she was she took the lit
tie roll from his hand, and lightly hummed the
child? And the words? Wonderful little genius
Would you like to come 70 my concerto she asked,
after "a few moments of thought. 'Oh, yes : and
the boys blue eyes grew liquid with Happiness
but | couldn't leave my mother i will send some
body to take care of your. mother for the evening
and here is n crown with which do you 20 and get
medicine. Here is also one of my tickets como
tonight that will admit you to n seat near Inc
nv good little fellow, your mother has a treasure
in YOU Almost beside himself with joy, Pierre
bought some oranges, and many a little-luxury
besides, and carried them home to the poor in
valid, telling her, not without tears, of his goot
fortune. :
Never in his life had Pierre been in such q CRANE
rlace. The music, clGshing and rolling, the Inyria;
lirhts. the beauty. the flashing Of diamonds. anG
Trusting Of silks, bewildared his eyes and brain
TAT lass she came-and the enld sat with glanc,
+ ~riye.tsd upon her glorious face. Could he below
hat the grand lady, all blazing with jewels, anC
= whom everybody seemed to worship. would realll
sing his song ? Breathiess he waited; the band thu
c whole band struck 10 a plaintiye melody; he knew
/, aud clapped bis bands for Joy. Aud oh, how