The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1878-01-03
The Mock Mother.

An idle married woman who does not
care for her husband, who either has no
children or else takes no interest n
them, must have something to give
flavor TO life Take the case OF a woman
who has risen from the ranks and attain
ed that social position which the judiciOus
expenditure of a large fortune can gen
orally give, at least in London. She
must take up something to make her
footing secure. She mnst discover a
Using star in art, science or literature,
and bring him before the public. Per
baps she succeeds in persuading herself
that the passion of her life is for music
She is utterly ignorant of the subject,
and without any natural taste, but
meeting, by chance, at an evening party,
a youth with long hair and nimble fin
gers. she decides that he is the composer
of the future, and invites him to call
on her 'at home" As he turns out to
be even more eccentric than she could
have hoped, he is at once adopted as a
child of the house, and given q fOOtstOOl
at his new mothers knee. He comes
after breakfast and remains to lunch.
The silent and len suffering husband,
who expresses no paternal feeling toward
him, is compelled to retire to his club,
while the wife plays duets with the rising
genius True, the poor youth has Ger.
tain fatal facility, and can ring changes
on feeble motive, with a dexterous ac-
compartment formed out os the common
chord. But his compositions, though
numerous arc always slightly incoherent.
There seems no particular reason why
they ever began, why they should ever
end, or why they should ever be counted
as compositions at all. They seem in
variably to be studies OF Chords of Sc
quence from vfrious hapbazari OiHts OF
view Here and there q truly sweet
little air is begun, but it vanished unfn.
ished, and the attentive listener is sad
deped by his ears nearly as much as is
the critic by his eyes on beholdjDg tie
rough sketches of promise. Nothing i,
finished, nothing completed; there is q
certain amOUntof talent, but no industry
there is fancy, but it ends in failure
Naturally his adopted mOther,sees moth
| ing of this. She hears a pleasant jingle
and is more than satisfied. She talks K
| him of his wonderful heayen-sent origin
ality, his poetictOuch, his thrilling tones
! Then she begs him to play over agair
| that air for the left hand. As he look,
| up from the piano he sees her sitting
|
! morning-dress of white muslin, evidently
not donned from vanity, for nothing
| could well be more unbecOming TO he
portlY form. She rises with a deep
drawn sigh, and declares that, sooDe
| than believe A talent like this can b
wasted, she will renounce her belief in
future state of existence. She startle
him, but being mystical and impression
able as an imperfect musician must need
be. he rises TO the occasion, ard endeavor
to refresh her religious belief by sketcl
of his own. a new mission present
itself. She must save her boys soul, j
any one has soul, which she very mucl
doubts. He must come daily and spen
the morning beside her at the piano
She buys his Hymn TO Sardanapalus,
and invites him to her grand evenin
entertainments to play the accomy pan.
ments. Afterward when he IL yer
tired, he is allowed to improvi=e on tn
latest opera bOuffe, and, as great treat
to give a rendering OF his latest sacre
piece. which he C0Iag Gzs-I 20 be playc
on the organ in tho a .bcr5 hall. Mex
morning she tel.5 Lin C1at she alon
can understand his yea-1!Dgs and b
genius; that she, too, has Inspiration
which none bu5 he can fathom, an
then only JhToIg the love be has fC
her. Hereupon a great horror seiz
him, for her manner is more than IN