The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1867-02-14
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The composer threw himself back on
his couch, faint and exhausted. His counte.-
nance was pale emacated, yet there was
fire in his eve and the light Of JOY on his
brow, that told. Of success. His task was
finished, and the melody, even to ms, s,ex-
uuisite sensibility, was perfect. 1t mas
occupied him for weeks, and though MS
form was wasting by disease, yet has
spirit So m seemed a en- to acquire new vigor, and
already claim kindred with immortality
Ior oft as the sound of his own COMPOST
ton stole on his ear, it bore: an unearthly
Sweetness, that was to him too truly q
warning of his future and ssfast-coming.
doom. Now.it' was finished zane. for the
first time for many weeks, he sank slntosa
quiet and refreshing slumbere- Thesapart-
ment III which he lay was large, and
lighted bya widow in small recess, that
opened to tile east; near it his couch was
placed, a table for writing stood at his
feet. and Just before his fayorite. insep-
arabic piano. The window was shaded BY
a curtain of crimson damask, and, as the
sun (Which had scarcely attained It's me-
ridian,) stole through it, there was q rich
glow cast upon every object. One beam 1a
fell upon the head of the composer, ana
then passed, appearing to say, "Llke this tins
shall your day of life be bright and glo-
rfous but even so shall it vanish and pass
away, though shining IN nootlde splenl-
dor.'' '' 80
A slight noise in The apartment awoks
him. when turning to fair young girl
who entered, emile, my daughter" said
he, "come near me-my task is oyer-thee
requiem is finished. Ny requiem," he
added, and sigh escaped him, as present
fame and future glory passed in vivid sue
ccssion through his mind, and the idea,
how Soon he must Ieavei it all seemed for
a moment too hard to endure. - -
"Oh!say not so, my father" said the
girl, interrupting him, as tears rushed to
her eyes. ''You must be better, YOU look
better for even now your cheek hasa
glow upon it do let me bring you some.
thing refreshing, for youhave- had nothing
this morning. / am sure we willnurse you
we'll again" g. . -, ,t,,
said he. sthis wasted form can never be
restored by human aid from. heavens
mercy alone can hope for succor; and it
will be granted, my Emile, in the hemoments
+ of my Utmost need; yes, in the hour of
death will I claim his help, who is always
ready to aid those who trust IN him; and and
soon, very soon must this mortal frame be
laid in it's quiet sleeping-place, and this
restless soul return to him who gave It,.
THE tender girl Stood in pallid?. though
mute distress; not d sigh, not,a tear escap:
ed her. The idea of. death broke so sud.
denly her mind, that it choked every mode
Of utterance, and She gszed upon his
countenance as if in dream. Death, at
any period in life, wears an awful aspect;
but never more so than, to, the. youthful
heart, whose every step has been that OF
health ind JOY, and whose bounding pulse,
:. vet swayed By hope, has never been chilled
by sorrow, or distracted BY the doubts
!. and an fears that hang over Our earthly exisy
tence. Thus was it with Emile, united e!
by tic tendarest SYMPATHY to her tatherl
and living, as it were, in world that she
beheld death with terror, as the destroy
rof her all-ot happiness. ....IL .i ...s ia
The dying father -raised himself on ms
couch, and said;s '!You spoke of refresh
. ment: MY daughtgf; it: e;isn still be afforded
to my fainting sotll; take these notes, the' le
last j Shall ever pen; and sit down to the
Instrument: Sing with thelt the Hymn. So
beloved by yyour mother; and let me once
more hear those tones which have BENNY,
delighted, my passion since my earliest re-
membrance.,, =, .-A:,,ae - -
sccenld as if she sought i a relief from her
own thoughts for after running over
few chords of the piano, she commenced
in the sweetest voice, the following lines:
Esprit . thy labor is Ger, .,., -. a,
Thy term of probation is run, =,
Tly steps are now bound for the untrodden shorc|
=. And the race of inimortals begun. -- >,
Spirit look not on the strife -.....r;
Orthe pleasures of earth with regret,
Pause not on the threshold of limtless life.
=, To mourn for the day that is SET =ss
Spirit! no fettcrs can bind, .y.
No wicked have power to inolest, .ro.o s.--..-.,
There the weary like thee, and the wretchcd shall
| find ss-- -
A heaven, mansion of rest.
Spirit! low bright is the road -. .ys :,
For which thou art now On the wing, ..
! Thy home it will be with th5 Saviour and God,
Their loud halIclHjhas to tto.saihfigg'' sing: ' - ''
i As she concluded the stahza; She dwelt'
fol d few mofhieents, on the lowj elancholy,
notes Of the piece, and then waited m 81.
lence for the mild voice of her fathers
praises. He spoke not, with something
like surprise She turned toward him; he
was laid back upon the sofa, his face sha-
J, dedin part. with his hand, and his form re-
nosed as ifin slumber. Starting with fear,
Emile sprang toward him seized his handj
but the touch paralyzed her, for she sank
senseless by his side. He-was gone: With
the sounds of he'sweetest melody ever