, 1874-01-01

u bin to fresh studies, to more toll. to nnr
PASSIONATE outbursts OF his art, feeling that b
> va va doomed to carly death, and deceivlng mY
seH With the thought, inspired By Satan, that
, 1oW years more would raise me to fame. Whe1
ovetpowered with fatigue. urged him to NOR,
labor, unconscious OF my own baseness I se,
no" my great Wlckedness, and how near to mur
der the devil led me. At last that fierv soul ont
wore 1ts fragile tanementof clay. He sank. and
IN almost bis last hours he gave me the fats
gift OF two unfinished operas, the works Of lit
yontn. again was tempted, and fell. set uE
openly as an imitstor Of my dead friend. and
wove INTO my operas the Mrs Which had stolen
and completed. Ny SUCCESS at first vyat great.
At last some Steiger OF those DAYS, Jealous OF
me. reported that used 31S. OF Iozark. Dupli-
Gates OF two airs had used wero found ut
Magdeburg, and my secret was discov-
ered- Then came that terrible -rumor and
changed my natne and fed. Ah, do not despise
me-, Aener Kari: T have Binned deeply, but
nave lepented deeply. You have not suffered
not man OF talent and ambition crushed bv
| genius whom you had once su:passed-you know
not the bitterness ofthat. From the moment
stole ' Inc thoughts Of nozart's, it Ihad written
have raised myself TO fame. Tho devil temn,ed
me, aud paid me rs he always paYs hia victims
IN base money that will not pass. Al nv .on
now, now have suffered! How can I wish
Lisa:" 1-A0''' "Ae1e II
+u she is gone to the cuse's; she will soon re-
| turn, dear tatucr."
"say that again. Yes, have been a father to
you, and haTe loved you one. You will not
otsaKG ~ ;s,, ma You Will not lot steiger come here
10 insult dying man I"
" II the beast comes in here, he shall go ont
By that window"
The old man was too feeble to speak, but he
pressed my hand IN gratitude;
=, sec Lisa and the good old cure coming up
tbs street. She has given him her arm. How
beautiful che lockB!"
Thank God that shall sec her again before
die! feel q strange, increasing weight At my
heart; l. feel tLronsh the darkness for the out
As watched the now exhausted man, Lisa
and the cure entered. We knelt lu PRAYER
around the bed Of tho old chnrel.master, and
Is No rose he blessed and embraced ns one by
one.
Lisa, my darling" he znid feebly, "go into
the inner room aud play me the Requiem OF
Mozart It breathes the very soul Of Christian
hope. and read in it assurance Of forgiveness |
aud Of peace. Weep not for me: Lisa. am
happy now. The guilt has been lifted like the !
milestone from my healt. a1n at peace now |
ka1l'-and he joined our hanos-"i lend her to |
the inner room. would henr some last strains
OF tho music that have loved go long. The |
cure will pray with me here"
Lisa was still weeping. | kissed her, aud Eat
down myself At the piano; and then aroso 1iks
an cmanaton the glorious music that The diving
composer wlote for his Own intermept. S:rsnpe
mutlled PROFESSIONS full OF despair seemed to
pace past mo through world iull Of suffering
and sor1ow. Every variety OF human grief tia
poet-tbinier had embodied in those awful
stratus, broken by loud wal1ings aud passionate
ou;ourste OF gricf; but by degrees the music
melted into Light, and there d11used itself
throughout the Requiem g1mpscs OF inefable
brightness. Through the open doors OF the
tomb We saw the widening glory Of the heaven
whore tears asa wiped away f1om overy eye. I
had paused for moment in sudden selaIxe OF
grief, whcu suppressed CRY and lov call from |
the cure aroused both mo and Lisa
We hurried, and found tbs cure striving in l
vain to keep the old man in bed. He seemcd
wandering. His eyes were anxious but joyful {
in expression; be was stretching out his arms j
toward tile door. }
Do you not see him ~ be said. "Tbcre is :
sHo1fgnng there. Why DO you not greet him, =
Lisa, kall, Feinhart? Heis no longer in funer- :
Il clothes, his face is brgat with the glory OF
1earen and sec. ho sm1les and holds LIS hand
nut to NE, Cruel, cruel, noe 10 let me grasp Il
Dear father," ! said, "you only dream
here il no one there. Geo, will open the ii
oor." y
opened the door, sud the evening eun from r.
be garden burst in as il ) sod had entered. As o.
deluged lhe room, the great flood OF holy ~
riGntness fell full ac1oss the bed OF the dying =;
lau. a.
"Yee, there he pasres away into the light, - -
Milling and beckoning to ma. am forgiven, j NJ
Il free The journey to the bright city has be- N
IN. Farewell, Lisa core OF my heart! Fare -,
ell, ieber, Ieber karil Heaven bless and RI,
l;de you Us it has ever done! Farewell, dear tir
other! WoJfsang, dear Wolfgang, foaow!" ia, tai
Then the head sank; change passed over the mi
ce. It VAS tho shadow OF the wings OF the dis
,gel Of Death. The old chape1-mastor lay N,
I'D in the soft evening light, and in the full m;
Dry Of the sunset We knelt round tie bed and N'e
aged for the passing soul.