The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1869-09-05
80 rast Hoars q Bssthovsa.

aL,a ~ 4 gloomy looking house, now the
1,oda Of tie gifted artist. For many weary and
wasting years ne naa oeem sn9 II medicie for
IFS cure and had reduced him 70 . state OF
inter heiplessness. His cars had long been
closed to the music that owea y! Ia b.ar.I the
genius; it was long since he had hearu inc
sound of human voice. IN the l1et hi.n1S
solitude to which he now condemned himseif,
he received visits from bIs ies SOCIETY 81 seemed
burden to him. Yet he persisted in his laeors,
and continued to compose, notwithstanding
bus aeai1 sar him the homage of Europe
Proofs of this feeling, and OF the unforgot-
tan affection of those who knew his worth,
reached him in his retreat from time 10 tlne.
ing his features; now 1T was new piano, the
rift of some amateurs in London NJ anotner
time, some honorary title decreed MN ny 1ene
authorities of Vienna, or diploma OF member
shin of some distinguished musical society
Ali these moved him not, for he hnd quite out
lived his taste for the honoTs OF mans oest4 tM
certainty that he had now Immortal 1amecoo
to soften the anguish of his malady, from
which he looked alone to death as Q rehei
anthropic,o said he to his brother, VINO came IN
March, 1927, to pay him visit God know
eth how love my fellow-mcn. Has not my
life been theirs Have I not struggled with
temptation, trial, and suffering from boyhood
till now for their snkesf And now if no
longer mingle among them Is Tine NOT oeonaSe
ionships When my fearful doom OF sepnra-
ton from the rest of the human race is forced
on my heart, do rot writhe with terrible
why, brother, have 1 lived, to drag out SO
wretched an existence? Why have 1 not sac
cumbed ere now
az will tell yon brother A soft and gentle
hand--it sTas that of art-held me back from
the abyss. / could not quit the world before l.
had produced all-shad done. az that 'rHs up
pointed to do. Has not such been. the teaching
of our holy Church, have learned through
her precepts that patience is the. handmade OF
truth; will go with her even to the footstool-
The servant of the house entered and gave
Beethoven large sealed package directed to
himself. he opened it; it contained magni-
fcent collection of the works of Handel, with
a few lines stating that it was dying bequest
to the composer from the Count do N. He
it was who had been the unknown counsellor
Of Beethoyen's youth and manhood and the
arrival Of this posthumous present seemed to
assure the artist that his own close of life was
crowned with the approval of his friend. Ii
was as if q seal had been set on that approba-
tAor, and the friendship Of two noble spirits.
1t seemed like the dismissal OF Beethoven from
further toll.
tears fell upon them, and he breathed silent
PRAYER. After few moments he arose, and
said, somewhat wildly, " We have not walked
air sufs0cates me.n
The wind was bowling violently without !;
the rain. beat In gusts against the windows; 1t
clip of paper and handed il 10 Beethoven.
q ksskaEsa g Wei, 4 bare Ealkea-in many 2 e
ronnas Oil how loved the STORM oEes; my
spirit danced with joy when the winds blew
dercely, and the tan trees rocked, and the sea
Iashed itself into fury. It was all music to
me. Aiasl there is no music now SO loud that
can hear it.
0Do Won remember the last time led the
orchestra ut Von-'s7 Ali you were not
against the instrument When some one asked
me how heard, replied, 'J'eateads arec mes en-
Disturbed by his nervous restlessness, the
aged composer went to the window, and opened
il with trembling hands. The wind blew aside
his white locks and cooled his feverish forehead.
81 have one fear" he said, turning to his
brother and slightly shuddering, that haunts
me at tincs-the fear of poverty. Look at this
meanly furnished room, that single lamp, my
meagre fare; and get all these cost money, and
my little wealth is daily consumed. Think of
the misery of IN old man, helpless and deaf,
without the means of subsistence
Have you not your pension seeureG'
1t depends upon the bounty of those who
Bestowed it and the favor of princes Is capri
di0us. Then again, it was given on condition
I remained in the territory of Austria, at the
time the king of Westphalia offered me the
place of chapel master at Cnssel. Alas! l can
not hear the restriction must travel. brother
II must leave this city"
aYou-leaye Vienna 20 exclaimed his brother
in utter amazement, looking at the feeble old
man whose limbs could scarcely bear him from
one street to another. Then, recOllecting him.
self, he wrote down his question.
"Whys Because am RESTLESS and unhappy.
have no peace, Carii Is Is not the chatting of
she unclaimed spirit that pants to be free, aud
20 wander through Code limitiess universe
Alasl she is bailt mp in o wall of clay, and not
n sound can penstrate Der GLOOMY dungeon"
Overcome by his feelings, the old man bowed
his head on his brothers shoulder, and wept
bitterly. Carl saw. that the deliriuIn that
sometimes accompanied his parOxysms of i'll
ueas had clouded his faculties.
The malady increased. The sufferers eyes
were glazed he grasped his brothers hand
with q tromuiouB pressure.
"Carll Carll Ipardon you the evil you did
me in childhood. Pray for mo, brother !" cried
oho falling voice Of the artist
Ris brother supported Rim to the sofa and
oAlied Fer assistance. In an hour or two, his
hiand ss.nd spiritual adviser, summoned in
haste. had administered the last rites of the
sChnreh. and nekghb0rs and friends had gath
cred around the dying man he seemed grad
nally sinking into insensibility.
Suddenly he revived; . bright smile nlu-
mined his whole face; his sunken eyes Bparkled,
81 shall ksaS ia heaven p he murmured softly,
and then sang in low but distinct voice the
lines from a HYMN of hie OWL rzSrs~