The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1862-08-06

AND simple falth than Norman blood"
Years ago, at a grand old cathedral
overlooking the Rhine, there appeared
mysterious organist. The great composer
who had played the organ so long had
suddenly died, and everybody, from the
king to the peasant. was wondering who
could be found to I'll his place, when ,one
bright Sabbath morn, as the sexton eu-
tered the church, he saw stranger sit
ting at the crape-shrouded organ. He
was tall, graceful man, with pale but
striklngly handsome face, great black,
melancholy eyes, and hair like the ravens
wing for gloss and color, sweeping in dark
waves over his shoulders. He did not
seem to notice the sexton. but went on
playing, and such music as he drew from
the Instrument no words of mine can
describe. The astonlshed listener de-
clared that the organ seemed to have
grown human-that it walled and sighed,
and clamored, as if tortured human
heart were throbblug through its pipes.
When the music at length ceased, the
sexton fastened to the stranger and said 4:
pray, who are you, sir ?"
"Do not ask my name," he replied.
Il have heard that you are in want of an
organist, and have come here on trial"
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and his countenance seemed not unlike
thav OF ot. Michael, as portrayed by
Guido
Lost IN the harmonies which s|elIed
around him' ne sat with his "far-soelng
gaze fixed on the distant sky, glimpse
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dow: when there was STIR about the
church door, and royal party came
sweeping IN Among them might be
seen young girl, with wealth of golden
hair, eyes like the violet hue and lips
like Wild cherries. This was the Prin-
cess Elizabeth; aud all eyes turned to
her, as she seated herself IN the velvet
cushioned pew appropriated to the court.
The mysterious orEanlst fixed his gaze
upon her and went on playing No sooR-
er had the music reeched her ears, than
she started, as II ghost had crossed her
path. The bloom faded from her cheek,
ber lips quivered. and her whole frame
grew tremuous. st last her eyes met
those of the organist, in a long, yearning
look, and then the melody lost its joyous
notes and once more walled, and sighed,
and clamored.
by my faith" whispered the king to
his daughter, "this organist has master
hand. Hark We, he shall play at your
wedding p
The pale lips OF the princess parted,
but she could not speak.-she was dumb
with grief. Like one in a painful dream,
she saw the pale man at the organ, and
heard the melody which filled the vast
edihce. Ay, full we'll she knew who he
was, and why the instrument seemed
breathing out the agony of tortured
heart.
When the service was over, ard the
royal party had left the cathedral, he stole
away as mysteriously as be had come.
He was not seen again by the sexton till
the vesper hour, and then he appeared in
the organ loft, and commenced his task.
While ne played, velled figure gllded
IN, and knelt near side shrine. There
she remained till the worshlppers dis