The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1881-10-29
WOLFGANG MOZART !;
The Little Sorcerer.

Translated from the French for The cottage Hedrh by
Frances &. SpaihaWk.
There never was "A more wonderful child
than Wolfgang Mozart. At five years old he
began to compose little melodies, which his
father a fine musician, and his instructor, used
to write out and which are still preserved.
When only eight, he with his sister had given
public concerts at Munich, Vienna, Paris,
London and other principal cities where their
performances filled everybody with admira-
ton
From this time until his death at thirty-six
he was INCREASINGLY at work He composed
pieces for the piano, for all kinds OF orches-
trail instruments, and songs and aras for every
kind of voice, for church music and operas;
in all, the astonishing number OF eight hun
bred works.
There is probably, not one OF you that has
not been charmed by some beautiful melody
of Mozart's, whether given under his name
.or not.
Besides all this composition, he was giving
lessons in music, and filing positions that
called for constant performances from hun.
Mozart was far from depending upon his
genius alone for his success. His wonderful
abilities made HIM only the more eager To
grasp all that was to be learned concerning his
most difficult art, and under his fathers care
full instruction he was n severe student from
his b&byhood.
To friend prasing his opera of Don Clio
vanni he sad: people err if they think my
art has cost me no trouble | assure you, my
dear friend, no one has taken such pains with
the study of composition as |. There is hard
~ "a celebrated master in music whom have
not carefully, and III many cases several times,
studied through"
LII . |,
with which Mozart won his race. Neither
alone would have carried him to that wonder
full perfection which made Haydn declare him
"the greatest composer of whom he had ever
heard
ale has taste" he said, "and possesses the
most thorough knowledge of composition"
! In his sketch Nine. Foa has Ost attractive.
Ily pictured the opening of thc little wolf
gangs career
One beautiful morning IN the H. rl Of l.G2
two children, a little girl eight years on and
boy two years younger, were descendn@ he
VINE clad hillside of KosohecZ, at the foot OF
which run with rush and roar the beautiful and
rapid waters Of the Moldau, soon lost in the
ancient forests of Bohemia.
Instead Of running along with the lightness
so natural TO their age these two children,
holding each other by the hand were walking
SLOWLY WIN ulAlbuS DIoNS anu uON lC'Sl t1 %.
All the gravity of mature years mingled with
the piquanCy, the irankness and simplicity OF
childhood
! Their appearance indicated poverty rather
than comfort. Yet, although the little girls
dress was faded, and the boys clothes well
worn, and pcCcd at the elbows and knees by q
different material, it was evident by the dantl-
ness with which their beautiful blonde hair
was arranged, by the delicacy of their hands
and faces that careful and atfeCtiOnate moth
er had charge Of them. In their hands they
l held n good sized piece of bread, which from
time to time they looked at without tasting
As they reached the foot of the hill, and
were about to pass on into the wood, bright
with its budding trees, the little boy at last
broke the silence:
"Did you notice, dear sister, in what a way
mamma gave us our breakfast this morning"
he asked, land how she sighed when said
Nothing but bread""
"Yes, indeed, did She was crying" an.
swered the little girl 81 saw her tears, and
knew by her look she meant there was nothing
but bread IN the house, and we must be con
tent with that. But what are you crying for,
W ollgaugyn added Frcderika, herself burst
ing into tears.
4 II am crying because you are crying" re
piled Wotgang with a fresh accession Of sobs
p land then u little, too because | have only
dry bread Tor my breakfast"
Poor litIe fellow" said Frederick, drying
her brothers eyes with kiss; poor little tel
low, may you never have anything harder t
bear. But come ,lnow, eat your bread"
81 am not hungry any more"
D "GOurmand! If there had been Jelly on il
e you wouldn't have needed To be urged"
mo, truly, dear sister am not hungry"
| rhn ltttla mir lrn,v lar hrnthar ~ ~ hp
and parted the HAIR from his forehead.
II am going to give you kiss" she said
e "and tell you what have been thinking abou
b this morning. But am afraid you are to-
small to give me any advice"
al Too small! you are SO bug YOURSELF" an
swercd Wolfgang in little treble OF conf
y pity.
Confess that am taller than you" SAID hi
o sister
e But few inches, perhaps; hut you ar
!, very proud OF it,"
And then am older than you"
"Pshawl by a few months"
"a few years, sir. But don't let us Quarre
lie. us reckon" said Frederick, sweetly. II wa
born the Both of January, 1854
"And the 27th OF January, 1856" int
rupted Wolfgang.
That makes two years difference, you see.
"All but three days"
Two years all but three days then, if yo
like. But let Us come back to what we WEI
talking about We must do something 10 hel
our dear papa and mamma out of their POI
erty"
"Oh, tell me, what can we do"
That's what I'm thinking about. WHIT
can We do: What can we doy'
"lf we should pray 10 God, dear sister, pc
haps He would send US an idea," said VOL
gang.
you are right, Wolfgang, let Us pray. IA
Jus kneel down here under this tree. We ca