Nashville patriot. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1858-1860, 1858-05-29

chilly sensation of fear crept over her. She
trembled and faltered. A green ivy leaf fiut-
tered from the stage box and fell at her feet
She took up the leaf and looked at the box
where her fathers wan face gaZed down on
her; was ii the leaf whispering to her, or was
it his smile that thrilled her with lifes She
closed her eyes moment, and then from her
parted bps there burst a wild, soul-stirriBg
melody; strain on strain, verse, followed,
bending and waving with the melodies as a
flower caressed by the summer breeze. Julie
was the embodied spirit of song; for mo-
m Mt she seemed more vision of celest al
beauty than child of earth.
Never had the Royal Theatre rung with
louder or more enthusiastic applause. Julie
had no rival in the armament that night. She
scarcely needed the triumph which greeted
her: fastening TO her father. his embrace was
worth all the world beside
Months passed, and Julie had become the
idol of the music-loving people of Dresden;
night after night she was welcomed and lis
tened to with new delight; she was flattered
courted, caressed, but she was true to her IA
Their; she never forsook him, never forgot
him; his health and strength were gradually
decreasing. yet he could not live out of jules
presence; he accompanied her to the theatre
till weakness forced him to remain at home.
Julie had never thought of herself. or she
would have startled at the change this con-
slant eXertiou made in her appearance. AT
night, when radiant in beauty, she appeared
before the admiring crowd, few there were
who suspected that with the inspired song.
| life was passing swiftly away!
One evening, as Julie was leaving her ia
| Their, he said to her,
| sCome back soon to me, my treasure, for i
| feel strangely i'll and gloomy tonight"
| Julie took flower from her bosom. and
said. Here, dear father, this shall cheer you
| till | come. In few nights my engagement
will be ended; then we will go to our loved
Rhineland, and there you win grow strong
| again. -
A pang shot through her losing heart as
she thought how i'll and weak be was, and
| how little awaited either medical skill or
her tender watchfulness to bring health or
strength.
| That night Julie sung as she had never
sung before; the audience hung breathless on
every note. Words and melody thrilled to
| the very soul; the air seemed music, and
| floating there, shapes of beauty were pictured
in rapid succession by the inspired singer
! When she ceased, all rose to their feet by one
impulse, waving a handkerchief; garlands
| flowers, were offered as tribute to her gen.
| ius Julie remembered her fathers entreaty
| TO come to him, and strange forebodings filled
! her soul for him. She fastened away; breath
| less with haste and fear she entered the little
! room-her world, her home. Raising himself
| from his pillow as he heard her enter, the
| artist clasped his arms about his child; she
heard him call her "his loved one. his liteT
then the arms lOosened their hold. Julie
looked on that dear face; smile of celestial
beauty fingered there, but it was the glory Of
soul departed-he was deadl
| With a cry of agony she fell beside him;
| darkness gathered round her; then suddenly
she seemed enveloped in a cloud of light, and
there appeared two radiant beings; she
knew them both; father and mother awaited
her with outstretched arms; voice of I'M
earthly sweetness rang through her soul
''come homel'
The next morning father and child were
found side by side, sleeping that last sleep,
which promised new life beyond the valley OF
the shadow of death.