Baton Rouge tri-weekly gazette & comet. [volume] (Baton Rouge, La.) 1865-18??, 1868-04-09
THE MYSTERIOUS oRGANrsT.
Kind hearts are more than coronets.

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dral overlooking the Rhine, there ap
peared a mysterious organist. Th
great composer who had played tn
organ SO long, had suddenly died
and everybody, from the King t,
the peasant, was wondering whc
could be found to ell his place, when
one bright Sabbath morn, just as thu
sexton entered the church, he saw &
stranger seated at the crape,sbroudeo
organ. He was tall, graceful man
with pale but striking, handsome
face, great black, melancholy eyes
and hair like the ravens wing foi
gloss and color, sweeping in dark
waves over his shoulders. He did
not seem to notice the sexton, but
went Oh playing, and such playing
as he drew from the instrument no
words Of mine can describe. The
astonished listener declared the organ
seemedyto have grown human-that
it walled and sighed and clamored,
as if tortured human heart were
through its pipes.
When the music at length ceased,
the sexton fastened to the stranger
and said "Pray, who are you sir? Z"
ado not ask my name," he re-
piled, II have heard that you were
in want of an organist, and | have
come here on trial"
you'll be sure to get the place."
exclaimed the sexton. E"Why, you
surpass him that's dead and gone,
sir !"
"No, no; you overrate me-" re-
sumed the stranger, with a sad
smile; and then, as if disinclined to
conversation, he turned from old
Hans, and began to play again. And
now the music changed from a sor-
rowful strain to grand old pecan,
and the mysterious organist,
Looking upwards full of grace,
Prayed till from a happy place,
Gods glory smote him in the face,''
and his countenance seemed not un-
I. like that Of st. Michael, as portrayed
by Guido.
Lost in the harmonies that swelled
around him, he sat with his "far
seeing" eye fixed on the distant. sky,
a glimpse of which he caught through
an open window, when there was a
stir about the church door, and
a jovial party came sweeping in.
Among them might be seen young
girl with wealth of golden hair,
eyes like the violet's hue, and lips like
wild cherries. This was the Princess
Elizabeth; and all eyes were turned
to her, and she seated herself in the
velvet cushioned pew appropriated
to the court The mysterious organ
lst fixed his eyes upon her, and went
on playing. No sooner had the
music reached her ears, than she
started, as if a ghost had crossed her
path. The bloom faded from her
cheek, her lips quivered, and her
whole frame grew tremuIous. At
last her eyes met those of the orgar-
list, in long deadening look, and
the melody lost its joyous notes and
once more walled, and sighed, and
clamored.
"By my faith" whispered the
King to his daughter, "this organist
has a master hand. Hark ye, he
shall play at your wedding !"
The pale lips of the Princess
parted, but she could not speak; she
was dumb with grief. Like one in
a painful dream, she saw the pale
nan At the organ, and heard the
nrlo1y which filled the vast edifce.
Ay,,full we'll she knew who be was,
md why the instrument seemed
'reathing out the agony of tor
ured heart.
W hen the service was over, and
he royal party had left the cathe-
lral, he stole away as mysteriously
s he had come. He was not seen +
gain by the sexton until the vesper
'our, and then he appeared in the t
rgan loft and commenced his task.
While he played a yelled figure t
lided in, and knelt near a side s
brine. There she remained until
be worshipers dispersed, when the /
exton touched her on the shoulder,
nd said
Madame, everybody has gone r
ut you and me, and | wish to close o
le DOORS
Il am not read to 60 yet" was n
lie reply-"leave me-leave me !' b
The sexton drew back into C
1ady niche, and watched and lis
ned. The mysterious organist kept b
is post, but his head was bowed t,
pom the instrument, and be could fl
1t see the lone devotee. At length b