Clarksville chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1857-1865, 1865-08-11
THE ANGELS yOICR.
"si Deus pro nobis, quis contra noslv
HdndeTs Messiah, On. sc

heaven wore its deepest blue, and the sun shone IN
Brilliant gold. tall, serious man strobe thought
fully through little garden. Light winged spirits
huttered ihvisibly around him; rosy zephys
whizzed sportyely about his king-like head and
waved white cherry blossoms in his proud, handsome
face An indescrbable iof,Dess graced the straight
vigorous form of the meditatng one. On behold
ing him, one was reminded OF the heroes Of an
tiquity and Of powerful and wise kings long since
dead. A noble seif-consciousness and holy re-
pose eat upon his godlike brow; sparkling light
shone from his large eyes; hut deep melancholy
lay about the superb mouth which not even the
falrest smiles Of the young spring could dispel.-
The serious man slowly ascended grassy mound
whose summit was crowned with a budding apple
tree, which seemed covered with q purple ven;
and here he gazed with delight upon the blooming
landscape Not far from the garden there lay a
large city, framed in green meadows and luxurant
gardens f,iil Of life, with smoking chimneys and
shining roofs; while lofty blue mountains arose in
the distance. 1t was Dublin, the capital Of Ire
land -..5tf ~
90 thou green chidlike ireland, EXCLAIMED the
solitary one, with emotion, stretching out his arms
"piou rs simple land full of humility and morality
full of belief and endurance. | come to thee with
q heart so hopeful wilt thou understand mer
Wilt thou listen joyfully snd ettentisely at the
holy tidings that bring to thee in serious sounds
the tdngs OF the birth of the Infant Sayiouri
With pure hearts, in unison with the shepherds Of
the field, wilt thou adore him7 Wilt thou share
their amaEcment at the exalted miracle, and join
the heavenly host in their hymn Of praise? Will
the souls of thy people be sensible To the rev
eatons Of the Lord, to the miracle of the Holy
Testament than were eternally occupied, cold peo-
pie Of misty England2 | announce my high and
holy message in the rdcdnt aisles of the handsome
church of London; they scorned It's voice amidst
the hustle of the noisy city and forgot to listen TO
mel A low but Infinitely sweet voice, like unto
the sound of harp, murmured to me one sleepless
night: 'Up, arise, away to Irelandl De of good
cheer, holy singer thou wilt be victorious, and
this victory will be the first link of the golden chain
Of future triumphsP | obeyed the miraculous
voice, and am irresistbly attracted toward thee,
my Irelandi
Hasty steps approached from the garden; an ugly
little man attired in black, climbed the hillock and
exclaimed, in bad English:
"Master Handel, worthiest leader, where are
you ] have teen seeking ycu fcr two hours in
all the Of your house. and also in the houses
Of all your friends. can scarcely breath, have
run so fast: and here you sit and slumber there is
no time for this, sirr be continued, with an i'm
portant air gesticulating with his withered arms
and shaking his frightful head which was covered
with a crooked little wig "Ibring You disagreeable
piece of news: Signora Lucia, the famous priiaa
Donna has announced that she is i'll; the promised
performance Of your oratofio cannot take place to-
morrow. snail run 10 countermand the singers
and musicians, and then"
The master drew himself up as najestically and
angriiy as wounded lion. "The representation
will NOT take placer he exclaimed, inerrupting
the man, and casting look upon his dwarf like
form that made him involuntary retreat few
steps; "who dares to pronoHnce such words Not
take place because of the malicious caprice of an
Italian prima donnaf Are there not many 6ne
voices in love Of luxury and Italian ease. The
SiOpnra Ia MI ~ IF aiax al In
white dress, that hung in rich folds upon the red
velvet sofa; she had wound picturesquely an ex-
pcnsive veil about her head and she had arranged
it so as to show TO advantage few Of the perfumed
locks of her black hair. Several OF her fellow
artists and fricnds-elegant men of different ages.
and representing different nations--were seated
near her. Here, very pale, rich English noble
man, attired in a ridiculous, foppish manner, end
with the air Of a despairng bLdse, reclined on a
divan; there slight, fiery Frenehnan moved rest
lessy to and fro upon his chair: near him a dark,
handsome Italian was rocking himself whilst sing
ing softly: few distinguished lrishmen were there,
as well as the prio tenors and primo basso Of the
theatre. The rosy light from the curtains shed a
Hoft deceptive, shining glow upon every thing;
the Signora turned her face from to the other,
sympathetieally smiling; the carefully efiaced
rouge had given her cheeks yellowisb hue; her
black eyes and full red lips did not show the slight
est trace of illness, of feversh languor or fatigue
but looked as roguish and as provoking as ever.
allow he will rave, Il barbara Tedeseof r she
said, in broken English, 10 a strikingly handsome
young Irishman who sat at her feet; "for now he
cannot have his horrible difficult orator6 perform-
ed How pleased anal And he never shall, with
my assistance; determined that when sang the
first measure Of the grand air with the frightful
Latin words Redemptor Deus picit which the
maestro gave me. Then he was SO ungallant at the
rehearsal as to call to me in a commanding voice,
to sing pionsly--that there WAS no holiness in my
tonesl Shall allow that to be said to me un-
punished2 Never was taken Ill, and quite
dangerously. Thus you see me here u she con-
cluded, with acoquettish smile. Flatterng speeches
followed her DISCOURSE they unanimously approved
Of the Signoras conduct towards the proud Ger
man musician and all Eealously attacked Master
Handel each one related a piquant story of his
severity and pretension, in the hope Of winning
applauding smile from the 6attered beauty; none
spared him. 81 leE f.5.L ..' "a.
81 must confess that am secretly afraid of him,
the fair Lucia said, at last; "there is something
loverpowering in his whole bearing cannot en-
dure his glance When he touched my arm with
his baton trembled Santa Aadrs, if he were to
reproach me think should die Of fearr' .r'
Charming Signora, you forget that your true
knights are assembled around you, ready to give
their lives for glance OF your eyeW cried the
chorus Of fatterers.
Lucia nodded, while she graciously smiled, and
then continued; al ofien call TO mind a story Of
lmy mothers who was an intimate friend Of the
singer CuzEoni, so celebrated about nineteen years
ago. At that time Handel composed operas,
which, | suppose, were worth a thousand Of his
new oratorios; the spoiled CuEzoni who was then
enjoying her unexampled triumphs in London, was
to study part in the opera Of Nero or 'MuziO
SceYola. At the rehearsal she found the stiff and
unornamented melody odious to her; she threw the
sheet Of music upon the ground in fit Of imeatf
ence, trod upon II with her tiny feet ane. u
claimed; Bdrbdro,I will never sing that The
cnraged maestro sprang upon her seized her slight
airy form in his gigantic arms raised her in the
air like child, and held her out of the open win
dow, far out under the blue sky and high from the
ground. 'Will you sing The partP he inqured..--
The young woman, half fainting, stunned, and
dizzy, uemblingly vowed by all the saints to do his
viii, did he but spare Der life. Handel yielded
Cuzzoni kept her promise, and sang rgt
The listeners had scarcely time to give vent To
their anger and establishment In Exaggerated excla-
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