The Goldsboro star. [volume] (Goldsboro, N.C.) 1881-18??, 1881-12-10
Romances OF Artist Life.

ROmances OF Artist Life.
Handel, the father Of music, had few
romances in his long life of eighty
years. Several ladies tried to court
him, but as soon as he saw their aim, ne
broke away from their influence. He
declared that his life was welded to his
art, and he determined mot to give to
family cares what he had dedicated to
music. In the days Of his greatest pop
ularity, when the air Of London was
full Of Handel, when people sang him
in the streets and the band played him
in the palace gardens, and all literature
was stamped with his name, he, like the
youth in Excelsior" stopped not to
listen to the whispers of love, but only
made new resolutions to make greater
triumphs for music. The purpose never
faltered until it had produced the "Pas-
toral Symphony" and the "Hallelujah
Chorus"
Haydn's life was as barren of romance.
In the days of his youthful poverty he
met Anne Keller, BARRIERS daughter.
The barber offered him work at powder
ing wigs. He became attached to Anne,
ard promised to marry her. In better
days, when he had become the associate
of princes, he returned to Anne and
fulfilled his promise. He was an amiable
man, and would have made happy the
life OF woman as cheerful as himself ;
but Anne was a chronic fault-fnder.
ellis religion" " says one, "turned on the
love of God, hers on the fear of the
devil. She passed easily from mass to
misunderstanding, and from beads to
broils." Her tongue proved too hot for
Haydn it spoiled his musical work.
So he agreed to support Anne like a
lady if she would only live apart from
him. which she consented to do, and the
musician had rest from the nagging of
his ill-chosen partner. This certainly is
not romance.
Beethoven had but one romance-he
became enamored of the Countess Guic-
ciardi. his immortal beloved, 'my angel,
my ali, my life." The countess married
another person, and Beethoven there
after devoted himself to his art /; con-
tenting himself with the love Of children.
He had deep affections, and drowned
them in music. He did not, like Handel,
find full consolation there, but was often
restless, ill at ease and very lonely. He
once said, 30 Providence, youchsafe me
one day Of pure felicity"
Touching, indeed, was the romance Of
the life of Schubert lyoungSchubert, ,un-
appreciated, and carrying about with him
continual sorrow and the seeds Of fatal
disease. In 1918 he passed the winter
with Count Esterhazy at Vienna, and
there met the lovely Marie, the counts
daughter. He became Marie's music
teacher and loved her. She admired his
genius, but did not return his affection
"You have dedicated none of your works
to me-" she said to him one day, play
fully. "What's the use~ said Scb''5ert'
"you already have ALL" Had lot art
been his comforter, he would Lave beer
inconsolable. The disappointment threw
shadow over his life, but did not cloud
his geuius. He died at thirty-one. We
have seldom seen more bitter words thar
those which express his views of the
value of his own life: Imagine mar
whose health will never come again
whose brilliant hopes have come tC
naught; to whom the happiness of love
and friendship offers nothing but sor
row! Every night when ! go to sleep
hope that may never wake again.
They made his grave near Beethoven, il
the crowded cemetery Of Wahring.
, That was bright day when the gentle
sensitive Chopin, whose beauty was
| magnetism, and whose manners were
{ charm, stopping at Paris on his journe.
to London. where he never arrived, me
! Madam George Sand. Chopin wa
marked by consumption for death; bu
all the fnllness of sunshine seemed tt
8 come into his life before the fina
! eclipse. What friends he met in Paris
q Liszt, Pleyel, Heine. Meyerbeerl d
9 was beset by society, feted in the mos
: brilliant salons, sought for by people Q
/ rank, admitted to the highest circles
q Madam Sand was at this time the reigr
n ing intellectual queen. The genius {
!. Chopin enchanted her. She said of it
4 "There is no mightier art than this, I
g awaken in man the sublime conscious
q ness Of his own humanity. Remors'
8 violence, terror, control, despair, er
q thusiasm, faith, disquietude, glory
9 these, with thousand other namelet
Q emotions, belong to music. There "
wander to and fro in the dim air, ant
d like Eneas in the Elysian fields. oil v
d behold is greater than EARTH" NADIA
q Sand drew Chopin to her as by magne
r ism. He begun to love her. to worsh
a her. She had Platonic affection f
is him-was his friend, nothing NOR
g. Consumption smote Chopin down am
le his delights. From the perfumed. bo
le doirs of Paris he went forth a wound'
% man, and Madam Sand accompani'
re him. On the sunny shotes of Il
Q. Mediterranean new life seemed to cor
IS to him. Madam Sand was his Col
,e panion, nurse, and the world lighted l
III again. He returned to Paris. He offer