The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1868-01-28
For the Register.
L. Won Beethoven.


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Ofen he was sunk So deeply in thought
thu, he wonld pass by his bet (tiends
without observing them. When the mu-
siral spirit was Opon him lie would 1T
down wherever he was and tranacribe his
his thoughts into notes. Nothing dis
turhed him then. for he neither heard nor
saw what passed before him.
It happened onre in Vienna, where lie
lived. that, in the street, he had musi-
cal thought come suddenly, which he must
write down. if h. did not wish to lo-c
il. without ceremony he went into the
next house. 1t was accidentally the
'.Uo,rl nf the Roman Emperor" The
| servants stared stupldy, with wondering
evcs. at the man in a gray coat, with the
| dark conntpnauce and rough hair, which.
very ike hristes covered his head and
hung d wn in Wild confusion, bnt he did
not seem to observe them lie threw his
hat on - side table seated himself at the
table dhntc already prepared for the md
,lay meal, drew out rull of paper and a
small k.horn from his pocket, and began
to write music rapidly.
"Who il tha, !" asked one servant OF
another. hut no one could answer because
no unv knew the great master
"Gr. ask him what he wants. said
one, but none wished to address the quar-
relsome looking stranger. AZ last the
head waiter pnckel up courage, went
politely mp to him and SAID;
"What would you like, sir y
beethoven startel as from 81 dream,
looked At the servant with a confused ex~
pres,,cn, then loudly exclaimed
"No,hing hut to be left in peace
This was said in such haish, angry
tone. that the waiter was frightened and
hastencd back 10 his companicn9, who
bnrtcred him s,outIy, and Uttered half
aloud.
This did not disturb the master, who
was zralou-lv pursnins his music. while
he marked out the measure with his tooi,
an lummed almost aloud the melodies
which he was tran-cribing which greatly
amused the servants.
Neither did he mini in the least, when
the great dining hall gradually filled Will
guests, who also n0;icel the measGre-beat-
ING, hunming anil underwriting musician,
with wonder and laughter.
lie still WAS not disturbed, indeed he
did not even observe, t hat tho brli IN t'C
entrance hall gave Out the hour ot tho
midday meal and that the guests seate'
themselves around INN at the table. "A
Al I'll. oh ,t, nj al lsIp
and even the odor Of the fool did not seen
, 10 enter his nostrila
1t was fortunate that one OF the guest
/ knew Beethoven, or he might have Eeel
pnt ont Of the room in an uncermonoin'
!, manner, for he made quite Il disturbance
at the table. Nov one whispered +
| another "It is Beethoven. Let him be, b
Is composing !"
: This caused them all TO leave hin alon
4, nnl regard him with attention at dis
Y tance.
But he kept stamping out the mNasnr
with his foot. hummed half al'ui hi
4 Splolias and wrote them down as only h
could. Even the conversation Mt The t.,
he, which became v,ry l>ul, had no in
q tinence upon him, thou-h lis dullncss {
:, hearing had some share IN ihat.
n The meal ron,inuel almost two hour
a The guests left the table. and the clinkir
, of plates and glasses became gcner'
neain. for the table was hcing cleared
But Beethoven wrote on.
Now the heal waiter again stoppc II
=, to him and s,il "The meal is over s.
, viii Won not eat ANYTHING now !"
;, IN tho greatest rage. Beethoven e,
;, rlaimci. 'CAn YOU never let me alone
=. Do you 90 to the Cuckoo, AMI leave II
in qniei! !"
"a Struck dumb with amazement Il
> waiter drew back. and Beethoven kcl
.r On heating Tim, hunming and writing
-. If he sat I home at his d SIX, and no or
:. again dared TO address to him n question
y, Al hast he suddenly rolled up his mi
ar book put the cork into his inkStnnd
-. pushcd the pen inside the roll of pap
:. and pnt all into his pocket.
\, Then he lonked around the empty roo
an and hcckoned to the head waiter. |
! hastened to him AMI Beethoven said.
win nay What do | owe p
is Dear mel" exclaimed the puzz''
servant "You have nothing to pay t
you have not eaten the least thing! Po
hips | can serve you with something ne
sir =
w "Tbat ia singnlar!" sa'd Beethove
y w ''hur do not wi4h anything"
=" Then hs civly greeted the serval
y" pushed his bat over his bristlY hair, II
went oui.
les "Thar is n singular affair."" the wal
un said TO the landlord when he told him h(
Beethoven had become so weary with
ed tunes which he hummed. that he thong
''h he had eaten al the table, and WAS gol
ke TO paw for it, There have been ma
- singular hoar,lers at my lords table,
M certainly not many like him !"
IN The landlord nodded laughing and ~
at wonld be bad for us il we had ma
aw such guc-ts for believe, that, except
,s, inatientive Beethoven, no one wond h'
vas thought OF paying for such II meal. VIII
tu- he had entirely prepared for hl'nself!"
ut, -----
ne, A sanctifed heart is better than
tc yer tongue