Middletown transcript., 1876-07-01
Srlett STORY.
MOI A RT;
OR,
THE YOUNG MUSICIAN.
TRANSLATED FROM THE FRENCH.

TRANSLATED FROM THE FRENCH.
1t was on a fine morning, in the
month of April, in the year 1862, that
two children-one girl about eight
years old, and the other boy, perhaps
two years youngsr-descended the vine
covered hill Of Kosoheez, at the foot Of
which rushes tumultuously the beautiful
and rapid waters Of the Moldau. which
are finally lost in the ancient forests of
Bohemia
Instead of tripping along with the
careless gaiety Of their age, the two
children. holding each other by the
hand, walked side by side, with thought
full looks and down-cast eyes; uniting
the gravity of mature age with the
charms and innocence of childhood.
Their attire betokened poverty; the
color Of the little girls frock was faded,
the clothes of the boy were much
worn. and patched at the elbows and
knees with different colored stuffs; but
nevertheless, the neatness with which
their fair hair had been combed. and
their fresh washed hands and faces,
seemed to indicate the love and care of
a mother.
They each held in one hand piece
of bread, which they looked at now and
then, but did not touch. As soon as
they reached the foot of the hill. and
we're about to enter the shade OF the
forest trees. the little boy broke the
silence.
Ibid you notice, sister," ne said,
"the manner in which mamma gave US
our breakfast this morning; and how
she sighed when l said. Nothing but
bread! p
"Yes: and she was crying!" said
the little girl. II saw her tears and
her look, which seemed to say, There
is nothing but bread in the house, and
you must be content with it, But
what are you crying for, Wolfgang 2"
added Frederick, while she shed tears
herself.
II cry, because you cry" said Wolf
gang land also because l have only
dry bread for my breakfast!''
"Poor fellow" said Fredirica. drying
the eyes of her brother with a kiss !;
"may you never have greater grief.
But why do you net eat your bread p
II am not hungry" answered the
boy.
"Ah, you would not want begging
to eat, if there was something nice
upon your bread !" said his sister.
"No, indeed" answered the boy, Il
am not hungry"
The little girl drew her brother
towards her. and, parting the hair from
his forehead, she said, II would give
you kiss and tell you what I was
thinking Of this morning. only I am
afraid you are too little to talk to of
such things"
"Too little and you are SO big, youp'
said Wolfgang, with tone Of affected
pity:
"But I am bigger than you," said
the little girl.
by an inch or two; so you need
not be proud of it," answered the boy.
"And I am older than you"
"By few months"
by some years, sir. But let us
reckon, and not quarrel about it." said
Frederick, good humoredly. II was
born on the 3Oth Of January, 1854"
"And 1 was born on the 9th Of
January, 1855. said Wolfgang.
"That makes two years, said the
little girl.
"All but three days." said the boy.
Eyes, all but three days." repeated
the girl. but let us think what we
can do to help our parents. J"
What are you talking about, sister,
said the boy; what can we do ?"
"That is what l am thinking Of 0
Heaven !! what can we do?"
"Let us pray to God. sister; and
then, perhaps. we shall think Of some
thing" said Wolfgang.
'You are right, brother; let us pray" "
answered the girl "let us kneel down
under this tree God will see US!
"And hear us too" said Wolfgang.
Mamma says that God always hears
children who pray for their parents.
"Ah! then He will hear US favor
ahlv nsaid Erader;ca cloep;n0 bor hondo