Weekly Trinity journal., 1875-10-02
a MUSICAL VISITOR.

The Burlington HaWkeye is alone re-
sponsible for this: lie was II quiet, in
different, even a bashlul young man, and
although yesterday afternoon was hot
and we were busy rs II book agent try
ing to get into heaven, his respectful,
apologize manner disarmed our wrath,
and drove the storm cloud that was gath
ering on our alabaster brow. Wepauaed
right in the midstof deathless sentiment
and cooled the glow of genius that was
upon Us 1--WE were writing puff for Mrs.
Soothling's Winding Syrup, and asked
the young man in and begged him to sit
down. lie obeyed and planted the end
of his backbone on the extreme edge Of
a chair that we felt nervous lest the
scanty giip he had on his seat should lose
its hold and dash him PROSTATE to the
mating. We saw by the way he came
into the room that he had never entered
an editorial sauctum before, because be
knocked mt the door and said, Good Hf-
ternoon, SIR" instead Of kicking the door
open, splitting on the stove and yelling,
" Hello, stealing editorials, hay ?' at the
Top Of his lungs. We mentally blessed
the young man for his innocence, and
even relaxed our professional dignity sul-
fcenty to assure him that it was eX-
tremely warm, an act Of gracious condo
scension on our part which overwhelmed
the young man with grateful confusion,
and he bushed and stammered out that
"it was indeed, very chilly, ur-haw-
yes, yes quite SO, thank you" And we
frowned him into silence, or he would be
plodding through the mazes Of that sgarl
yet.
Then we glanced ominously at Il roll Of
manuscript under his arm, and in those
bland, patronizing tones We are prone to
assume with aspiring young authors,
prior to tearing out their lungs with II
nail grab, and rerding their quiyering
bodies limb from limb, we asked inquir-
ingly what we could do for him and
stealthily reached for the nail grab.
He said, while hi, tender laco was suf
fused with bushes, that be had nothing
that we could pubii,h-wc pushed the
nail grab back to il, place-but be had
come to asl, our advice. He WAS musi-
clan II vocalist, and in his humble way
a composer. He had written ballad,
only simple little thing, but before send
ing it 10 the music house for publication,
he thought he would let Us hear it, II, we
were so accustomed to dramatic and ma
steal criticism, and ther we would frankly
tell him our opinion Of his abilities, and
what we thought Of his prospects for :he
lyric stage.
We were charmed. The idea Of having
a local musical protege to bolster up, and
puff, and write and lie about, made Us
break out with smiles like n tat baby with
pricllly heat. We promised to deal can
ddly with hm and asked if he had hie
music with him.
Yes, he had be thought that pcrhap.
if it wasn't n'tinconveuient--th j., ii--il--
Oh yes, we said, we should be delighted.
We would lock the door 50 that no one
would disturb rs, and he could sing us IA
few bars, or a stanza or two, just to give
us an idea of his skill and style in com
position, in excellence.
Then the timd young man took hi,
position in the farther corner of the room
and began to unroll hi, manuscript,
You will understand" he said apollo
geticaly that although the music is quit,
complete aud arranged, yet the word
need little final polishing and revision
You see" he explained, a." l write poetry
little, and have written the words as
the music to this, my maiden ballad. |
am aware that it is far from perfect, and
in your criticism, please remember that
it is my first effort"
We smiled encouragingly, and he pat
his left hand in the breast of his vest
held his music at arms length ia hi
right hand, laid his head little TO on,
side, and began in II very altitudinou.
voice
Oar"
" Hem - he said, in some confusion
THAT was a little high"
He was right 1t was about one hun.
d ed aud twenty degrees in the shade
We are no judge Of the human voice, else
He started again.
Dar-oh no, that isn't it, either-Da
oh yes, now have it,"
And away he went in IL icL some KIND
Of "A tune
Darling, l am growing Oh holdl
Sly"
And then we rose up and made a sortie
for thatyoung man en- maSse. Wetwiued
our brawny hands in his golden locks
and dragged him down to the press room
and had the boys run him through tn,
double cylinder press till they had WORKED
off an edition Of 5000 Of him and then b,
dashed his CORY carcass--a nattened, cha
otto aggregation Of rags ana ruin-out OF
the sidewalk, where the hcedlest feet o
busy men would tramplo it into the dust
of the earth. Send us another original
vocalist and composer.
THE END CT HER JouRNEY.- A hoy