The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1896-12-31

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VIII every heart be joyful,
And every eye be bright,
With not a single tear to dim
The luster of their sight?
nah. no." the New Year answered,
such gifts I promise not,
For JOY and sorrow mingled
Must be each mortal's lot.
But if you heed them rightly
Life's clouds and thorns and tears
Then not a single vain regret
WIN mar your future years."
Helen w, Clark, in N. Y. Ledger.
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\Neesty3SS& enough, for was l
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Amati, the master
he who astonished the world with the
perfection of his work, and who has not
since been approached in skill, though
the moderns excel in so many things?
The yiolins of to-day, pert and foppisl'
in lustrous varnish and glossy as mir
rors, are not valued as we are nor can
they approach us in interpreting those
other masters to whose grand compost
tions and soaring thoughts we violins
give vitality and voice.
Beginning my active career in Italy,
I have outIived many owners, but now
repose in glass front cabinet in Chica-
go. 1t was at first in very humble
home, al ng Of real value
- a-r,1nes my mistress
A---a1.. }5rly estimate
her worth. So
Of italian descent, sUIaIl but shapely
with cheeks of the swarthy red anc
brown, which is my complexion, too
eyes of deeper brown through which
her soul gazes, teeth of polished pear!
hair blue-blacll like a ravens glossy
pluma@e, her cheap dress did not sue
coed in obscuring her beauty or tn
shapeliness of the little form which haf
the easy movements of queen half dis
guised in beggar's garb. When she lait
her cheek against mine, and charmed
me into the proper mood until on
voices melted into one, you would hav
understood in an instant how much
loved her and why.
All know that have a voice whicl
lis a marvel, but it is shy like all rea
talent, and responds only to the master
3y touch it loves, knows and under
stands. Inez had a voice as clear ans
clean as that of bird, bell like in ring
ing tone, full of lights and shadow
which broke forth in song, sometime
capering merrily as insects do in tn
sunlight, sometimes ripping with tuns
full laughter like that of mountai
brook, sometimes vibrating with dee
emotion, sometimes sObbing wit
unshed tears. And |? laughed, crieo
reioiced, walled, or broke into cate
rscts of jubilant praise in touch an
tune with her Our hearts and voice
were twins. What wonder that the
rioted in JOY or sobbed III sympathy tt
gether?
Inez was poor, and lived in a localit
where haggard sights and sounds wer
but too common; but evil did not ma
this soul of noble inspiration and il
xtinct. You may splash mud upon
diamond or dust upon the opal, but yo
cannot reach with it the fame in tn
heart of the one or the wondrOus chang
ing iridescent light of the othe
Stains do not penetrate to the inne
altar upon which burns the sacre
flame of the really valuable gem.
And Inez had lover, a brown-eye
youth rs poor as herself and as deep
devoted to the spirit of song. He, to
played the violin, though not as ST
did, nor did he, like her, inherit, as tt
only costly gift from an otherwise poo
grandfather, an heirloom like mySel
He had been true friend to the ofte,
times almost friendless girl, who, sim
the death of her old grandmother IN
long before this story opens, had oftt
needed protection, solace and advic
think their souls first mingled
music, and ran together as do tv
streamlets which join hands to tray
together to the vast and boundle
ocean. We are all travellers to eternit
ii strengthens two clear streams