Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1852-1859, 1858-08-21
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A BEAUTIFUL SKETCH.

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Strauss IS n second 0rpheus, whose tender
moving, sPirit-stirring, love-kissing music con-
quers the rnoStinveteTate enemy of TerpSichOre:
whose magic sounds so0the hearts, still sighs.
dry tears, tame wild beasts and move the stones
themselves. Strauss has written waltzes that
are more tome than21nany operas! Allare sung
and trilled, and played throughout Europe
Cobbler and dandy hum and pipe them;l orches-
ira and barrel-organ play them. Wehear them
in the street, at'the bail, int the garden, at the
theater. The dancing. .Viennesej carry, him on
their shoulders and shout Strauss foreyerln
This Strauss-this waltz-hero-loyed the
daughter off count. Sophie was her name.-
Her eye was biuer than Italy's heaven and; soft
er than the sweet light ofithe evening star
Grace and beauty were in every motion, and
music in every tone. In word, Sophie was
beautiful, dazzlingly beautiful He would have
given worlds to win but one glance of love; but
she cold and stern. Madness, indeed, for poor
poor musician, withholding but hsyiolin to dare
to love the high-born Sophie, who had as many
noble ancestors as he had waltzes.
"lmpertinent," said Sophie; and when he
came to give her brother aless6n on the violin
she scarcely deigned himsa look. Shortly af-
forwards, Sophie was betrothed to Count Robert,
Lord Chamberlain, who had indeed as many
proud ancestors as Sophie, but beyond these
and his titles, had nothing of which he could
boast.
One day when Strauss Glanced to be alone
and with burning words declared his love, and
besought her to give him but one word or look
of love ere he was quite driven to despair. But
neither tears nor protestations moved her-she
was cold and unfeeling as marble. Il amEan
afhapced bride, she said hanghtily, 'andi if 1
were not, think you / would become the wife
of a poor musician?n She turned scornfnlly
away, and left him aIonei his grief and ides
pair. The repentance which, soon awoke in
the heart of Sophie, uhhappily came too late.-
The bridegroom and her father fastened the
marriage eight days she would be the wife
of Count Robert The ceremony was to be per-
formed IN the great saloon of the city, and the
Count called on. Strauss to request him to lead
the orchestra on that occasion, andto honor his
bride with the composition of a new waltz.
Strauss, the most miserable man in God uni
verse, promised him both. sIIe wishes TO
man,tof himself--"but forgive him and may
she be ehappy-may she never repent her choice.
Heladdressed himself earnestly to his work.
This waltz should be the Interpreter of his pns-
sion and his grief 10 Sophie. It should chal-
lenge, at least, her pity, if.not her love When
all the great city slept Strauss took his violin.
opened his window, gazed out into the cold
night, and improved and moaned forth his sad
tale ofwoe to- the sweet stars above that looked
kindly down on the desolate and heart stricken.
The day of the Wedding came at last. This
fierce agony ofiloye had given bin waltz eve.
~; measure OF Niilcu SPOKE longing sorrow,
wailing woe. The hall glistened with bright
jewels, and brighter eyes; but Sophie was more
gloriously beautiful than all The richest gems
lent theircharms and theirlnstre; the pure inyr.
tie wreath bloomedi in. her, golden hair, and the
rare and costly bridal vail shaded her beautiful
featuresifr from the full gaze of the adoring crowd
IsStruuss,7a haggards emaciated man, with bril-
liant, piercing black eyes, sharp, strongly-snarE-
led features, dressed from head to foot in black,
as though he hadiassumed this mourning liverv
for the bride now dead to him., stood sad and
silent in the gallery above, directing the move.
l.tnents OF, the gorchestra. Sophie danced now
with one. InoWsEith another of the wedding
guests andfas oftenias sheIpaused after the gid
| dy whirl5of hedauce, she turned her eyes to-
wards the pale,g grIef:stric Strauss in his
piercing look ofIdespairing love- aiis
twas more or than pity yshe felt twas remorse,
it was kindling love A terrible pain. :awoke in
her heart like . swelling stream. growing ever