The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 1850-1873, 1870-01-28

fine Soprano voice, after severe ill
ness.
"And what does young Haydn now?''
asked the. baron.
"Ah! your honor. the poor fellow
must find it hard to live t,y giving les
sons, playing, and thus picking up
| what he can; he sometimes also com
poses, or what do they call it? He lives
i'm the house with Metastasio; not i'm
the first story, like the court pet, but
in the fifth; and when it is winter, he
has to lie i'm bed and work to Keep
himself from freezing; he has a fire
place i'm his chamber, but no money to
buy wood to burn therein"
"This must not be; this shall not
bev cried the Baron Won Swieten, as
he rose from his seat. +" Am ready ?''
Zone moment, your honor-Only
the string around the hair bag"
" 1t is very good as it is. Now, lie
gone"
Puderlein vanished. .sfi
"And you, help me on with my
coat, give my stick and hat, and bring
me your young teacher this afternoon. y
Herewith he departed; and young
Won Swieten, full of joy, went to the
writing table to indite an invitation to
Haydn to come TO his fathers house.
Meanwhile, Joseph Haydn sat sor.
rOwful, and almost deSpairing, in his
chamber. He had passed the morning,
contrary to his usual custom, in idle
broOding over his condition. Now it
appeared quite hopeless, and his cheer
fulness seemed about to take leave OF
him forever, like his only friend and
protectress, Mademoise.le de Martinez
That young lady had left the city few
hours before. Haydn had instructed
her in singing, and in playing the
harpsichord; and by was of recOmpense
he enjoyed the privilege of living in the
fifthst ory in the house of Mctastasio.
All this now ceased with the lady's
departure, and Joseph was poorer than
before; for all that he had saved, he
had sent conscientiously to his parents,
only keeping so much as sufficed to
| furnish him with decent, though plain
| clothing. fs
"But where now?" thought he; and
he asked himself, sobbing aloud,
"Where shall l go without money!"
Just then, without any previous
warning, the door of his chamber was
opened, and, with bold carriage and
sparkling eyes, entered Master Wenzel
Puderlein.
"Come to mew cried the hair
dresser, while he stretched his curling
irons like sceptre towards Joseph, and
pressed his powder-bag with an air of
feeling 10 his heart. "To me! l will
be your father; l will foster and pro
tect you; for l have feeling for the
sublime and the grand, and have dis
cerned YOUR genius. / will lead you to
art myself; and if, before long, you
be not in full chase, and have not cap
tured her, why, you must be n fool,
and will give you up" -.
"Ah! worthy Master Puderlein," !"
cried Haydn, surprised, "yOu would
not receive me when / know not what
to do, nor where to go"
"Now, sit you down on that stool, y
said Puderlien, and do not stir till |
give YOU leave. I will show the world
what man of genius can make of an
Indifferent head"
"Areyou determined then, to do me
the honor of dressing my hair, Master
Won Puderlien ?"
"Ask no questions; but sit STILL"
Joseph obediently seated himself,
and Wenzel began to dress his hair
according to the latest mode.
When he had done, he said, with
much self-congratuIation, REALLY,
HAYDN, when | look at you, and think
what YOU were before Iset your head to
rights, and what you are now, may,
without presumption, call you being
of my own creation. Now pay atten-
ton: you are to dress yourselfas quick
ly as possible, and collect your movea-
bles together, that may send and fetch
them this evening. Then betake your
self to the Leopoldstadt, to my house
Oh the Danube, No. z; go up the steps,
knock at the door, prese3t my compll-
ments to the young lady, my daughter,
and tell her that You are so and so, and
that Master Won Puderlein sent you;
and if you are hungry or thirsty, call
for something to eat, and. a glass of
Ofener or KlOsteruenburger; after
which, you may remain quiet till L
come home, and tell you further what
| design for you. Adieuw
Herewith, Master WeIzel Puderlein
rolled himself out of the door, and
Joseph stood awhile, with his hair
admirably well dressed, but little
Disconnected, in the middle OF his
chamber. When he had collected his
thoughts at length, he gave thanks,
with tears in his eyes, to God, who had
inclined the heart of his generous
protector towards him, and put an end
to his bitter necessity; then he
gathered, as Puderlein had told him,
his few clothes, and many musical
notes together, dressed himself III his
best, shut up his chamber, and after he
had taken leave, not without emotion,
of the rich Metastasio, walked away
cheerfully and confidently, his heart
full of Joy and his full of new melodies,
towards the Leopoldstat and the house
of his patron.
When young Won Swieten came,
half an hour later, to ask for the young
composer, Signor MetastasiO could not
inform him where Giuseppe" had
gone. How many hours of despOndency
did this forgetfulness on the part OF the
renowned poet, prepare for the poor,
unknown. yet incomparably greater
artist, Haydn!
When Joseph, aTter a long walk,
stood atIast before Puderlein's house,
| he experienced some novel sensations,
which may have been consequent on
the thought that he was to Introduce
himself to young lady and converse
with her; an idea which, from his con-
stitutional bashfulness, and ignorance
of the world, was rather formidable to
him. But the step must be taken, nev-
ertbeless. He summoned all his cour-
age and knocked at the door. 1t was
opened, and handsome damsel OF
eighteen or nineteen presented herself
before the trembling young man.
In great embarrassment, he faltered
forth his compliments and message
from Master Wenzel. The pretty
Nanny listehed to him with an express
sion of pleasure, and of sympathy for
the forlorn condition of her visitor
When he had ended, she took him by
the hand, to his no small terror, with>
out the least embarrassment and led
him into the parlor, saying i'm insinu-
atlng tones, "Come in, Master Haydn,
it is all right. / am sure my papa
means well with you; for he concerns
himself for every Ounce he meets, and
would take q poor wretch in for having
only good hair OH his head! But you
must give in to his humors a little for
he is sometimes trifie peculiar. Now
tell me, what will you have? Don't
be bashful; it's good while since noon,
and you must be hungry from your
long walk"
Joseph could not deny that such was
the case, and modestly asked for a
piece of bread and a glass of water.
Nanny laughing, tripped out OF the