American citizen. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1864-1890, 1869-10-23

had Deen preparing for them at TIN
MoZart house. The afternoon SUI
laId its level beams of gold into til,
clean and tidy room, where the littl,
Noltgang had seated himself at his
fathers wriiing-table. His mother
and sister were busy in the mex
room, and all was quiet and peaceful
about him; only the trill of til,
canary was now and then to bt
heard as he sang good night to the
settin.snun. Was 1t only the glow
OF the sun-beams, or was it an in
ward eXaltation which made the
boys face so radiant!. kneelng Oh
a high stool, with one elbow propped
on his fathers desk and his little
chin upon his hand, he gazes straight
before him as if i'll deep thought.
1t must be daring idea which Is
engaging the small creatures brain.
for his deep blue eyes, now flashing
out, and then drawing back into
themselves, give. evidence of All
intense inner activity. At the same
time the lips softly move, and from
time to time the murmuring childish
voice seems to express search after
vanishing melodies, that attempt
and elude the longing imagination
Of the boy.
All at once his whole contenancs
lights up like an electric flash.
Swiftly he seizes a sheet of paper
that lies near him, grasps a pen,
plunges it into the ink, and com
mences to write. But luckless elf!
i'll Ills sacred fury he had thurst his
pen-point down against the bottom
of the inkstand, and at the third
note mighty blot suddenly descends
upon the paper, and browns the sur
rounding tract in a dismal flood.
Little did the boy mind this.
Without letting himself be delayed,
be wipes the blot off with the palm
of his hand, streaking the ink away
from it in a curve, like a dingy
comet. Still his ideas are not at all
disturbed. Note after note soon
covers the paper; and as the boys
zeal increases, blot after blot accom-
pauies them, all of which like their
first born brother, are wiped out
with the already ink-soaked palm
| till one can imagine what a looking
sheet WAS there. it could very well
| represent, tiguratively, the Black
Sea, with all its bays, promontorieS.
And still the little composer dashss
down the notes, weeping bitterly
now with anger at the blOts, but III
nOwise letting himself be disturbed.
The salty drops mingle with the inky
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with the inexorable little dingy palm,
and still the notes follow each other
thicker and faster, half of them next
to illegible, but yet written, and
the door opens, and in walks the
Vice -Capellmeister, and with him the
| Connt HerberStein. The small crea-
ture hears them not; he huns half
aloud a melody; he goes on writing
crossing out-writing agaln-mak
ing new blsts-wipes them out
writes again-and cry of eXulta-
ton, as he filings the pen out Of his
inky fingers. Then he hears a won
! dering voice:
"What in the name of Heaven are
you doing, Wolgang?" Wolfgang
looked around, and seeing his father
standing there with a pleasant faced
stranger, he spread his soaked fingers
wide apart, and cries sleefully-
90 papa a piano sonata the first
part is already dOne!'
Father Mozart and the Count look
ed at each other with a smile, and
Mozart called out, .iestingly-
"Let us see it, it must be some.
thing fine!"
But the youngster held back the
sheet and cried warmly
No, no, isn't ready yet !! But
at his fgther's bidding he dellverd it
up reluctatly, and then the two old
musicians laughed until their sides
ached for the sonata, with its var
iegated smbelishment of splashes,
and blots, and tracks, was a
wonderful sight to see. But what is
this : Why looks the father with
sudden surl rise at the notes and
why do his eyes ill slowly with tears
of wondering pleasure I
Look YOU here Only look deal
Count he cries, holding the paper
trembIingly in his hand " do you
see how its all written correctly and
according to rule? Only one could
never play it, it is SO intricate ant
difficult.
"But its sonatO, papachen !crieC
| Wolfgang, { one must practice il
first, of course; but this is the way
it should go.'
And he sprang tn the piano ant
commenced to play. The harder
parts he could not bring out, but til,
small stumbling fingers gave enough
to show to his audience, which WA
now increased by his mother ant
sister, what WAS his idea.
The peice was written correctly
and arranged in all its parts.
They all stood speechless with as
t0nishment, till Father Mozart, catch
, ing the child to his breast, and kis
sing him, cried = Wolfgang yol
will become a great man! "
And the count added, " Yes an'
an NSl lldilN Y SlIetll oiiC udS DC l'lott'
OF YOU, dear chiId!n Then turning
to the father, he said, with smile
! '.Who is now the richer, you or tn
king?'
=, Aud Father Mozart answered, wit
p beaming eyes. 81 would not Civ
!. this hour for all the Kingdoms of til
earth?"
n RADICAL DICTIONARY.-Uppe
Tens-Wooly heads.
Il Second Best-Those who wish the
II heads were wooIIy.
d First cut of IA gentleman-Fla
II nose, kidney foot, and a big bump f,
d henr roost rObDing.
'S' Passport to Of1ice-A carpet bs
Progression-A well regulate
e system of lying and stealing.
l. Honorahles-The biggest rogue.
d Observation-Disclosures.
% Loyalty-Swcaring to everythil
It you have chance to.
Dishonety-Paying debt.
e. Terrorism-Telling the truth.
lS Constitution of tho ITnitaI Stot