The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1875-04-30

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Of the future. Too often already he haS
found that hopes were vain and tha
dreams as unreal as the fairy phantomi
of Morgana.
He had learned, too, that success gen
orally hangs upsn the greatness of th,
individual; that crowd is always at
tracted by celebrated name, and tina
external Appearances determine it
Judgment, and that a light breeze i
more fatal to popular fancy than th'
Juror.
The young artist, say, felt this mucl
and more. He realized how uncertain
were the paths which he trod, and re
called times that when he thought h,
had placed his foot on a firm foundation
had proven to be only quagmire which
trembled and gave way beneath his step
But this feeling in no way disheartened
him. If he would see his name enrobed
in honor, he knew that he must need
travel the rough ways which others had
gone over before him. Like the latter,
he imagined life to be a vast continent
diversified in its surface, in which there
were mountains to be climbed over, riv-
ers and valleys to be crossed, and
smooth plains, luxurious and in splen-
dor clad, to be skirted and over stepped.
From his home in the North he had
drifted TO Paris, where, intoxicated by
the gorgeOusness of scenes, the activity
and excitement of everyday life, glow
ing fashions and gilded magDihcence, he
was tempted to forget his heart and sur
render himself to dissipation. Hepassed
through the street alone, unmolested
and unknown. He had come at time
when the Oriental scourge was wsylay-
ing its victims, and when almost every
household in the proud metropolis, from
the noblest to the humblest, was forced
to hang the gloomy token of bereave-
ment upon the door-post-when the An
gel of death had no respect for persons,
and condemned those whom he had
slain to the dark depths of one common
grave.
Amid such utter confusion what could
a poor young artist hope to accomplish :
Enterprise was dead, and there was
small sympathy for the fine arts. More
over, Paris was already thronged with
Jtars. In one circle Auber swayed ca
price by his fantastic movements. In
mother Bellini, toned to grief was the
'evered idol; and then, too, the hyper
Meyerbeer was about to un-
oose his mischievous ''Diavolo." Sing
re of all grades and nationalties de-
handed hearing from the bewitching
Malbran down to the youngest file of
he Conservatory. The hero of our
tory was, nevertheless, resolved on
making himself known, When the hour
or his concert had arrived the salon
vas filed to overAowing. The strange
nd unique name of the artist, posted as
t was in every part of the city, had
curiosity. In him the audi
nee, who were rather spectators than
hoped to behold man clothed
n the furs of the North, and possessed
e N x,oiao nc 1n,,1 oOl Ao,.-;I,lo oa kI,o
hunder. 1t was before such an assem-
by that he was to appear, to contest the
honor already won by Paganini and De
3eriot.
Alas for the concert and the artist.
The former was pleasing enough, they
aid, but the latter could scarcely be
allied more than a second-rate fiddlerl I
Whittier, now, if Paris failed to ap-
,laud him, should he direct his foot
teps To Italy, where, in his own inn
sunny fields opened out to
lim like ON enchanted world. Herein
gain he was mistaken. No theater
would permit him entrance, no impress
Irio was willing to grant him a hearing
His heart sank within him. He thought
If Germany, and wondered whethers its
people were more hospitable and obhg-
ng. He wondered, too, whether the
air goddess that had whispered into his
,ar long years before had really and on
y deceived him. Indeed, was he
BORN musician9 He thought not; and
With this sad conclusion weighing down
lpon his life and bedazzling his brain,
n burning fever he sank back into the
sasy-chair where the reader has first dis
covered him. A4 A4 &
He was 80 nearly hidden that his pres
ence was not perceived by two person
ages who had just entered the room, al
lady and gentleman, the latter the pro
prietor of the hotel.
Hers was a figure which both poets
and painters loved. to mediate upon.
She was slender and tall, and her fea-
tures were singularly beautiful and reg
ularly marked; her cheeks were round
and full and sweetly diffused with tint
of delicate paleness. Her mouth was
wrought into the fairest curve and her
lips bore the hue of the brightest earna-
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