Weekly Trinity journal., 1862-06-28
The Young Musician and hi. Mother.

The following passage in the life of an English
composer copied from the 0lire BrGneh will
thrill the heart of many mother who will read
it here, no doubt, for the first time.
Little Pierre sat humming by the bedside of
his 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 bis loneliness and hun
Ger. and he could scarcely keep the tears from
his eyes for be knew nothing would be 50
grateful to his poor invalid mother as q good
sweet orange, and yet he had Not penny In the
world. The little song he was singing was his
. own-one he had composed with air and words,
for the child was a genius. and fervens wor-
shinper at the shrine of music. As the tears
would roll down his cheeks. and his voice would
faltcr at the sad, sad thoughts. he did not dare
to let his sick mother see, but hastily rising, hur
ried to the window, aud there watched man
putting up great bill with yellow letters, an
nouncing that Madam NJ, then favorite
character would sing that night at the Temple
''Oh! if | could only GO" thought little
Pierre. And then pausing moment, he claspcd
his hands his eyes lighted Hp with unwonted
fire, and running to the little stand, he smoothed
down his yellow curls and taking from his little
box some old stained paper, gave one look at
his mother, who slept, and run speedily from the
house. 4H
;
Madam M to the servant. g. am already
worn out with company"
I " 1t is only little hoy 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 moment
"Oh WELL let him come" said the beautiful
singer with SMILE 81 can never refuse chill
dren."
| Little Pierre came in, with his hat in one
hand, and ia the other roll of paper. With n
manliness unusual for u child he walked straight
up to Madam NJ, and bowng said
"I came to see you because my mother is
very sick, and we are too poor to get food and
medicine | thought that perhaps if you would
only sing my little song at some OF your grand
concerts, it may be some publisher would buy it
for a small 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
little roll from his hand and slightly hummed
the air
"Did you compose it ?" she asked" you, a
child! And the words wonderful little genius
Would you like to come to my concert - she
asked, after a moment Of thought
Oh? yesn aud the boys blue eyes grew
liquid with happiness. 3" But | couldn't leave
my mother"
~ will send somebody to take care of your
with which do you 80 and get food and medi-
cine Here is also one Of my tickets, come to-
night that will admit you to Il seat near me-
My good little fellow your mother has treasure
in you.P
Almost beside himself with joy, Pierre bought
some oranges, and many little luxury beside,
and carried them home to his poor invalid moth
er, telling her, not without tears, of his good
fortune.
Never in his life had Pierre been in suoh Il
grand place. The music cla.hng and rolling, !
~. tl,n tha fla Of
diamonds and rusliug Of silk, bewildcred his
eyes and brain. At last she came and the child
sat with his glance riveted upon her glorious |
face. Could he believe that the grand lady all |
blazing with jewels, and whom everybody seem
cd to worship, would really sing his little song
Breathess he waited; the band the whole band
then struck up little plalntive melody ; he !
knew it, and clapped his hands for joy. Aud oh
how she sang it! 1t was so simple, so mournful,
so soul subduing, many bright eye was dim
med with tears and naught could be heard but
the touching words OF that little song--oh how
touching! Pierre walked home as II he was
moving on the air What cared he for money
now The greatest pIima donna OF Europe had
sung his little song, and thousands had wepl at
his grief.
The next day he was frightened at visit from
Madam NJ. She laid her hands on his yell
low curls, aud turning to the sick woman, said
"Y our little boy, MADAM, has brought you y
fortune. | was OHGIcu lul5 ulOl ulHSt ny bhH VI
the best publishers in London, three hundred
pounds for his little song; and after he had real
lied certain amount for the sale, little Pierre
here, is to share the profits Madam, thank God
that your son has a gift from heaven"
The noble-hearted singer and the poor woman
wept together. As to Pierre, always mindful OF
Him who watches over the tried aud tempted
he knelt down by his mothers bedside, and ut
tered a simple but eloquent prayer asking Gods
blessing on the kind lady who deigned to notice
their allliction. And the memory Of that prayer
made that singer even more tendor hearted and
she who was the idol Of England's nobility, like
the worlds great Master, went about doing good.
And in her early happy death, when the grave
damps gathered over her brow, and her eyes
grew dim, he who stood by her bed, his bright
face clothed with the mourning OF sghs and
tears, and smoothed her pillow, and lightened
her last moment by his undying affection, was
the little Pierre of former days, now rich, ac-
complshed, and the most talented composer of
the day All honor to those great hearts who,
from their high stations send down bounty unto
tue widow and tatherless child.
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