Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1866-07-28
.ASHTABULA, @, SATURDAY MORNING. JULY 2S, 1866

the despised awkward left-hsnded .sads
dler's apprentice, the prodigy of which
they had heard rumors. o II was glorious 7.
The frst low strokes OF my bow gave me
confidence, and did well, and knew IL,
through the hymn, through the chants, and
and on TO the anthem before the sermos -
That was 10 be the gem Of the evening; it
was Uandsl's then new anthem, know
that my Redeemer liveth, ie'srr
1t hegan-harsh, inbarmonious, ont Of
tune-I know not why or how; but as it
progressed, a spell seemed upon oil bot her
and myself; one bE one the Instruments
ceased and were silent; one by one the
voices died away aud we're lost, and sbe
and alone, bound together aud driven on
by an irresistible impulse, went through the
anthem; one soul, one spirit seemed to
animate both The whole congregation
listened breatbless as 10 an angel; and che,
self-absorbed, and like enc in a trance, sang
filing me with delicious sense OF peace and
exultaton, the like of which | have never
known since. ..
1t came to on end at last, and with the
last Triumphant note fell forward on the
desk in swoon.
! w uOu ItCDfGTeu i lOuuu uulSell W
home 10 my room, with The rector, the doc.
tor, and my parents there, and heard the
doctor say I'LL.
l told you be would, my dear IN dam; I
knew he would
Thank Godl murmured my mother
My dear boy, how we have feared for you
What diffsrencel was courted and
made much Of Geuiusl aud very clsvoEl
end delightful talen,l instead of s,upidI
awkward! end unfit for sny,hingi
My father bought me fine instrument; !;
and vas the hero OF the village for
months. .. M .sr.4 i'
| 1t was some days after that Sunday that
I ventured to ask about the rector 8 niece
! My dear boy, said my mother; the like
was never heard We saw YOU there and
wondered what you were doing; bnt as
soon as we saw you with the bow, we
knew you mnSt be the person there'd been
40 much talk about; and then, when the
anthem came and we eli left off singing and
!hey all left eff playing, and only you and
Miss Celia kept on, we were all n tears.-
| saw even the rector crying, aud, poor
girl she seemed as if in dream, and so
did you, it was dreadful for me to see you
with your eyes fixed on her, watching her
so eagerly. Aud than to look at her,
staring up OF the stained glass window ss
if she could SEQ through it, miles aud miles
away into the sky. Q, I'm sure, scream.
ed, aud your father ran up and carried you
down and brought you home 10 Farmer
SHADES four-whs eier. 20
After ibis had an invitation to 60 mp
to tho rectory. and while played she
sang. o those happy timesl when she
loved me, but only as dear friend, and
loved her as never had loved before or
conld lovo again. do not know the kind
of love l had for her. was but little
older than she was, but felt as father
might feel to his daughter; sweet tender
ness anG love that made me piliful towards
her. l knew she loved man unworthy
of her, and think, at lines, she felt this
herself. and knew fell it. j,
was perfectly free o. the rector's house
at last, and We used to 6ud in our music
means of converse that our tongues conlC
never have known. Ah me,-those days
( Gonel Alasl they are gone.
She left Us at last, and in a few year,
her mothetless child csme back In hei
place, ana as again sit in The old rectory
parlor, years and years after my frst visit,
with her daughter beside me singing, but
alas | not With her mothers voice all the
old memories food back upon me. and |
feel grateful, calm JOY in the open shown
respect and affection of the daughter of
her whom loved 60 silently. SO tenderly,
and so long. .at F ~
l sit in the old seat in church now and
play once 10 the year the old anthem !;
but the voice is gone that filed the old
church as with glory that day, | feel
as tho sounds swell ont, aud the strings
vbrate under my wi,bered fingers, | am
but waiting to be near her under the old
yew-tree outsids aad it may be, nearer to
her still in the longed for fulure. ....,