The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1869-12-23
q frequent worshiper at the shrine of

y "eiueul "oTSutper ~ tho shrine
music.
" AS the tears would roll down hi
!. cheeks and his voice would faltcr at hi
sad, sad thoughts. he did not dare to |,
his mother see, but hastily rising, h
hurried to the window, and there waite
Ell man putting up a great bill wit
yellow letters, announcing that Mad
} am NJ, then favorite cantatrice
would sing that night in the temple.
%, if could only 60 thought little
Plerre-and then pausinga moment, h
ciasped his hands; his eyes lighted ul
with unwonted fre--and running tt
the little stand he smoothed down his
yellow curis, and taking from little
hoN some old stained paper, he gave one
eager glance at his mother who slept,
] and ran speedily from the house.
who did you say was wa..,ns AZ. ...s.
said Madam Nj, to her servant. Il
am almost worn out with company, al
ready
1t is only pretty little boy with yel.
low curls, who says Ii he could only see
you he is sure you will not be sorry, aud
he won't keep you moment
%, well, let him come said the the
beautiful singer, with u smile, Il can
never refuse the children
Little Pierre came in, his hat under
his arm, and ia his hand roll of paper
With Il manliness unusual for "a child,
he walked straight up to Madam Nj,
and bowing, said-I came to see you, be-
cause my mother is very sick, and we
are too poor to get food and meuici ne
thought that perhaps if yom would on
ly sing my little song at some of your
grand concerts, may be some publisher
would buy it for small sum, and SO |
could get food and Lucdicine for my
mother
The beautiful woman rose from her
seat->ery tail and stately she was--she
took the little roll from his nand, and
lightly hummcd the air.
Did you compose it she asked; you, Il
child? and the words? wonderful lit.
tie genius, Would you like to come to
my concert: she asked after few mo- !
ments of thought.
Oh! yes; and the boys blue eyes |
grew liquid with happiness-'but l
couldn't leave my mother
will send somebody to take care of |
her for the evening, and here is crown |
with which do you get food and medi-
cine. Here is also one of my tickets
come tonight that will admit you toa |
seat near me; my good little fellow, your
Almost beside himself with joy, Pier,
re bought some oranges, and many lit
tie luxuries besides, aud carried them
home TO the poor invalid, telling her
not without tears Of his great good for
tune.
Never in his life had Pierre been in !
such place. The music, clsshing and
rolling, the myriad lights, the beauty,
the flashing of diamonds and rustling of !
silks, bewildercd eyes and brain. At
last she cane-and the child sat with a !
z glance reverted upon her glorious face.
Could he believe that the grand lady,
all blazing with jewels, and who every
body seemed to worship, would really
sing his little song. Breathess he wait
a little plaintive melody; he knew it and
clapped his hands for joy. And oh!
how She sang it. Il was so simple, 50
50 soul subduing many "a
bright eye dimmed with tears, noguht
could he heard but the touching words
OF hat little -ong-oh so touching.
Pierre walked home as if he were
moved on air. What cared he for mon
ey now The greatest prlmadona in
al! Europe had sung his little song, and
thousands had wept at his grief.
The pext day he was frightened at Il
visit from Madam Nj. She laid her
hand on his yellow cur!s, and turning to
the sick woman, your little boy, mad
am, has brought you fortune. | am
offered this morning, by the best pub
Usher in London, 300 pounds for his lit
tie song, anu hILeI Ile HAS IcdtiHcu q CSi-
tain amount for the sale, little Pierre
here is to share the profits. Madam,
thank God that your son has gift from
heaven
The noble hearted singer and the poor
woman wept together AS to Pierre,
always mindful Of Him who watches
over the tried and tempted, he kHelt
down by his mothers bedside and ut
tered simple, but eloquent prayer, ask
ing Gods blessing on the kind lady
who had deighed to notice their afliic-
ton
And the memory Of that prayer made
the singer even more tender hearted;
and she who was the idol Of Englaud's
nobility, like the worlds great master
went about doing good. And in her
early happy death, when the grave
uamps gathered OH her brow, and her
ewes grew dim. he who stood by her bed
hi, bright face clothed in the mourning
of sighs and tears, and smoothed her