Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1866-07-28

Alas Alas my awkwafdness again ban-
ished me.
She met mo one evening 10 the garden,
as was coming along the path with my
cans full Of water, and spoke to me, and
said,-
You're the boy that broke the vase,
aren't you?
| did not, could not reply; my strength
torsook me- dropped my cans on the
ground, where they upset and flooded away
10 moment some seeds on which the rec
tor set special store. ...-
How awkward to be surel she exclaimed.
And how augry uncle viii be- .
/ tufncd and fed, and from that time
the reetory gate was closed against me,
! led miserable unhappy life for three
years; had oaIy one consolation during
the whole of that weary time. / sew her
at church and heard her sing there.
could hear nothing else when she sang,
clear and distinct, above The confused, ma
sal sounds that came from the voices Of
others, hers alone pure, sweet and good.
1t was blessed timo. / would no,
miss Sundays service 10 church for all
that might ctfer. Three good miles every
Sunday there and back didI heavily plod
10 hear her, and feel well rewarded
shared her joys and heaviness knew
when she was happy,,w ,wheno ppressed as a
mother knows the tones OF her cbiId's voice
the minatest shade Of difference, SO | could
tell when her heart was light and when
sad.
Oue Sunday sho sang as l he'd never
yet heard her, not loudly, but so tenderly,
SO lovingly; l knew the change had come,
E-she loved; It thrilled in her voice; sBd
at the evening service he was there. /
saw him. A soldier, knew by his bear
ing, with cruel, hard, gray eyes; and she
sang, / knew II, / detected q tremble and
gra,itudel ID the notes ] fe;t that she vas
TO suffer, es I had suffered; not That sang.
| had no voice. A. harsh, cultural sound
was all | could give 'n;serauce to. I could
whistle like a bird aud often have lain
for hours in the shade Of q tree aud Joined
! the concerts Of. the woods. n -
OAe day was whistlng, as was my
wont as went through the street, when |
was. tapped on the shoulder by en- old man,
the cobbler Of The next parish. l knew
bin from bis coming to my father for leath-
er occasionally.
Sam, where did you learn that2
Learn what?
That tune.
AT church. ...-s....
You've q good ear, Sam a,7
I've nothing else good but can whis-
tie anything. ....
Can you whistle me the Morning Hymn!
did so.
Good; very good. Know anything OIL
music, Sam2
Nothing
Like to? h
I'd give all ! have in the world to be
able to play anything. My SOULS fall o.
music. l can't sing a note, but could
play anything if were taught.
So you shall, Sam, my boy. Come home
with me. Garry these skins, aud yor
shall begin at once. 4
went home with him, and found ths
be Was one of the players ia ths choir O
his parish. his instrument being the violin
cello. l took my first lesson, and from
!. that time commenced a new life. Even
ing after evening, and sometimes during tht
, day, wandered over TO his little shop,
and while be sat stitch, stitch, at the boots
AMI shoes, layed over and over again
all the music could get from the church.
You've a beautiful ingeripg, Sam, my
boy, beautiful. apd thoughGis does look a
little awkward 10 see you bowing away
with your left, it makes no difference to
kyou. Yeu ought to be fine player, Sam.
/ was enthusiastic c, but was poor. l
wanted on instrum, Mt OF my owU, but had
no money, and ! earned pone,--I could
earn none. My parents thonght. and per-
hsps rightly, that if they fouad ne food and
eloh hing | was we'll provided for, and SO
for some twelve months need the old cob.
bler's instrument, improving daily. It was
strange that the limbs and fingers TO riged
aud suG for every 0 her impulse should,
under the influence sound, move with such
precision care and exactness.
Sam by boy, said the cobbler, one day,
| you shall have an instrument, and your
father shall buy il for you, or the whole
parish shall cry shame upon him.
Ant be don't know word OF this, /
said. -
Never mind, Sam, my boy, he shall be
glad 10 know of it; and be told me Of his
! plans.
AT certain times it was customary to
the cboTs of neighboriDg churches to help
each other, ana il was arranged that the
choir of our parish should play and sing on
the next Sunday morning at his parish
church and that be aud his choir should
ccme over TO our parish for ths evening"
service.
Aud you, Sam, said be, shall take my
place in your own church; and please God,
! you do as we'll there as you've done here.
it will be the proudest day | shall know,
Sam, my boy, and your father and mother
will say so. 100,
How ] praeticed, morning, noon, and
night, for the great day how the old man
darkly limited at prodigy that was to be
forthcoming at the festival; and then the
day itself, With it's events, AL is as vivid
before me as II it we're but yesterday.
The evening came; and there In the dim.
ly lit gallery, sat waiting. with my master
beside me. .r
Sam, my boy. said my master, It's a
great risk; it's getting very full There's
/ the squire and nay lady yAst come in
! K cen yonr eyes on yOur book and feel