The Union and journal. [volume] (Biddeford, Me.) 1858-1882, 1866-07-27
MORNING, JULY 27, 1866.
day itsolf with its events, all Is as vivid be.
fore me a. It were but yesterday.

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fore me a. It were but yesterday.
The evening came; and there, In thu
dimly.lit gallery, sat waiting, with m,
master beside me. ''Sam, my boy" sale
my master, 'ft's great risk it's gettinl
very full. There's the squire and my lad,
just come in. Keep your eyes on you,
book, and feel what you're playing, ant
think you're in the little shop; I've brough
bit Of leather to help YOU" and he put ,
piece Of that black leather that has pc
culiar acid scent In front Of me. The seen
Of Il revived me; the memey Of the man,
hours ] had spent there came back to me a
once, and ! felt as calm as II were indect
there.
She came at last, and service began.
that night Shall ] ever forget is pleas
ures 1.-THE wondering looks OF the friend,
and neighbors who came and found in me
the despised, awkward, lefl.handed sad
dlers apprentice, the prodigy Of which the,
had heard rumon. . it was glorious! The
first few strokes Of my bow gave me conf
dencc, and 1 did we'll, and knew Il, through
the hymn, through the chants, and ON to
the anthem before the sermon. That wa.
the gem Of the evening It was Handel's
then new anthem, al know that my Re-
deemer liveth."
II began-harsh, inharmonious, out OF
tune knew not why or how; but as !,
progressed, spell seemed upon all but
her and myself; one by ono the instruments
ceased and were silent one by one the
voices died away and were lost, and she
and I alone, bound together and driven on
by an irresistible impulse, went through the
anthem; 'ono soul, one spirit seemed to an.
innate both. The whole congregation lis.
tened breathless as to an angel; and she,
selEabsorbed, and like one In trance, sang,
filling me with delicious sense Of peace
and exultation, the like of which have
never known since.
II came to an end ut last, and with the
last triumphant note ] fell forward on the
desk in swoon.
When recovered found myself at
home in my own room, with the rector, the
doctor, and my parents there, and heard the
doctor say,-
~ told YOU he would, my dear madam {;
! knew he would"
thank God," murmured my mother.
"My dear boy, how we have feared for
YOU"
What difference was courtcd and
made much Of. "Genius !" and VERY
"Delightfhl talent" such were
the expressions I now heard, instead of
''stupid!" "awkwarl :" and "unfit for any
thing!"
My father bought fine instrument; and
I was the hero of the village for months.
II was some days after that Sunday that
] ventured to usk about the rector's niece.
any dear boy" said my mother; ',he
like was never hcarl. We saw you there
and wondered whit you were doing; but
as SOON us we saw you with the bow, we
knew You must be tho person there'd been
so much talk about and then, when the
anthem came, and we all left off singing
and they oil left off playing, and only you
and Miss Cecilia kept on, wo were all in
tears. ! saw even the rector crying; and
poor girl, she seemed MS II In dream, and
so did you; Il was dreadful for me to see
you with your eyes fixed on her. watching
her so eagerly. And then to look at her,
staring up Mt the stunned glass window rs
if she could see through it, miles and miles
away into the sky. o, I'm sure. the like
never was; and then, when you fell down,
I screamed, and your father ran up and
carried you down and brought you home
in Farmer Slade's four. wheeler"
After this had an invitation to 90 up to
the rsctory, and there in the long winter
evenings we used to sit and while play.
ed, she sung. o those happy times! when
she loved me, hut only as dear friend |;
and loved her as Inever had loved before
or conld love agnin. ! do not know the
kind Of love ] had for her. was but a lit.
tlo older than she was, but I felt as father
might feel to his daughter; sweet tender.
ness and love that made me pitifil towards
her. knew she loved man unworthy Of
her, and ! think, at times, she felt this her
self, and knew I felt It.
was perfectly free Of the rector's house
at last, and we used to find in our music a
means Of converse that Our tongues could
never have known. All mc,-tloso days !!
Gone! Alas they are gone.
She len us at last, and in few years her
motherlcss child came back in her place,
and as again I sit in the old rcctory parlor,
years and years after my first visit, will,
her daughter beside mo singing,-but alas,
alas not with her mothers voicc,-nll the
old memories flood back upon me, and I
feel a grateful, calm JOY in the openly. shown
respect and affection Of the daughter of her
whom l loved 80 silently, 80 tcndcrly, and
50 long.
I sit In the old scat in tho church now
and play; and, once in the ycar, tho old
anthem but the voico is gone that filed the
old church as with glory that clay. feel
ss the sounds swell out and the strings
vibnie under my withcrcd fingers, ! am
bat waiting to he near her under the old
yew.trce outside, and Il may be, nearer to
her still In the longcd-for future.
EASTERN RAILROAD IN NV HAxPsuIRE.
A, ,l,a annual rnoosyA0 of ,l,o C,o.LLoll