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From Sharpe's Magazine. crowd took leave ; and my father, the stranger, PASSAGES IN THE HISTORY OF A RE- and I, were alone.

We knew that there was to be, in our little town, MARKABLE ORGAN.

in that very month of September, a meeting of all I was still but a child, a child of sixteen-[it the great German masters, who wished to form in is a German musician who speaks)—when I be it a good and useful musical association ; and we lieved myself master of the art. I was young ;* naturally concluded that the stranger was a new and, as my violin yielded a thousand pleasing master, who had just arrived to be present at the sounds to the touch of my bow, I thought I had meeting ; and, as my father was prejudiced in his little more to learn. Happy presumption of youth! favor, he offered him the hospitality of his house ; My violin was dear to me as my life; and I the which he gratefully accepted. Behold, then, our more willingly gave myself up to this passion for guest ; behold him seated at our table, and at our music, that I, in my ignorance, believed that I was fire-side, as if he were my father's brother. Simple, every day approaching perfection.

good, and wise he certainly was; and, whenever However, I was not the only one infatuated with the conversation turned on that great and inexthe same musical ardor in our little German town. haustible topic, the manufacture of musical instruMany lads of my own age abandoned themselves to ments, their improvements, their intricacies, and this mania ; and we soon formed a band among all the ingenious contrivances necessary to attain ourselves. All our neighbors came three or four the desired end, the stranger was almost unable to times a week to my father's house to listen to our restrain himself. concerts; for we gave them more music than they Such was the life we led for about a fortnight ; could attend to in one evening. They listened, lavishing on our esteemed guest all the care and praised, and admired us 10 our heart's content. kindness he merited. We paid strict attention to

One evening in autumn the air was calm and his instructions, and blessed him from our hearts serene, the sky was clear, time appeared to fly for all his counsels. Often would he say to us, slower than usual, and even our violins seemed to · Young men, love music; it is the food of the share the balmy sweetness that reigned around ; soul; it can teach us the end of life; it is the imwhen suddenly a man of most singular appearance mortality of this world.” Thus he used to speak ; entered my father's hall, in which we were all as- but if, accidentally, he saw a stranger coming to sembled. He wore an old pair of purple velvet the house, he would fly into the garden ; he liked trousers, which were almost threadbare ; his wool- to be alone, or at least alone with us. len stockings were cross-barred blue; his shoes, One day, however, it happened that a friend of which could scarcely be seen, were ornamented my father's, named Kurtz, arrived. He was a with silver buckles. This fantastic costume was rich timber-merchant, in the environs. To tell the completed by a light-green coat, with large glit- truth, this good man, Kurtz, was no favorite of tering brass buttons ; above which was an immense mine; he was rich, and generous; knew how to black cravat; and above the cravat a most melan- sell his goods at a high price, and to purchase at choly face, round which hung a profusion of long, the very cheapest rate :-in short, he was a man curly hair.

His countenance was particularly of the world, and quite out of my line, as the son grave; but his eyes were sparkling and intelligent. of an artist, and one who liked the society of artists He entered my father's house without being an only. At the sight of the timber-merchant, he nounced ; and, observing a vacant place in the cor- hastened into the garden ; but Kurtz had already ner of the hall, beside my pretty cousin Nanrel, he seen and recognized him, and followed him with seated himself; after which he assumed an atten- his eye. tive air, to listen to the concert. But the presence “Who is this you have staying with you ?" said of this stranger struck us all with unutterable and he to my father ;-"you have a singular guest, indescribable fear. He was hardly seated beside upon my word ; and, indeed, I should rather know my pretty Nanrel, when we all played out of tune. that he was at the bottom of the sea, than in your In vain my father, who was a clever musician, house." hastened to our assistance ; he could do nothing. “ You know him, then,” exclaimed my father, Then the stranger advanced towards me, and, with ill-disguised curiosity. with rather a stern air, said, “ Young man, your Yes, I do know him!” said Mr. Kurtz: “he ardor leads you too far ; you are attached to a resided a long time in my village ; his name is bow which is too brilliant for you ; it is an instru- Beze; he is a carpenter, an odd sort of a man, who ment which the inexperienced should not touch, thinks but little of the things of this life. Some lest they burn their fingers.” However, the time ago, when the organ of our church lost its stranger picked up the bow, which had fallen from sound, the committee resolved to get a new one. me in my confusion, and taking the violin from my Your guest, Beze, soon came and offered his serhands, began to play. Then, indeed, I felt myself vices; he undertook to construct the organ alone, at more humbled than ever ; but I also felt enrapiured his own expense; he demanded only the materials : at the delightful music. Such exquisite, admirable his air was that of one who perfectly understood harmony, which seemed to descend from heaven! his business ; and his offer being, on the whole, and oh, what plaintive, melodious notes, the violin very reasonable, it was accepted. He then set to yielded to the stranger's touch! It was as if an work; made and re-made many things; exerted invisible soul, concealed in that echoing wood, was all the powers of his mind and body, night and day; suddenly awakened by a ray from on high. When he neglected his meals, so ardently did he apply the stranger had laid down the instruinent we all still himself to his task. At length it was finished. appeared to listen to him. My father was the first The organ resounded throughout the church. No who took his hand; and in the most kind and one had ever heard anything half so beautiful. respectful terms, bade him welcome. Neverthe- People came from all parts to admire this masterless, he resumed his natural modesty, and blushed piece of art; every person of rank in the neighbor: for the praises bestowed upon him. At length the hood hastened to see it; and the villagers were all

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in anxious expectation. Beze, in the mean time, I were held in public, and were open to all. I, explained to us the mechanism of his instrument; timid as I was, could not absent myself; I glided he entered into the most minute details, and clearly between the tables, and seated myself in an obscure proved all his propositions. Soon, however, the corner, and there, for whole hours, I listened, as, old organist of the parish, who was quite beside alternately, they spoke of the art to which their himself with joy, rushed from the crowd, impatient lives were devoted, with my eyes fixed on their to show us what he could do on the beautiful new nobly intellectual countenances. Occasionally these instrument; but the instrument, alas ! refused to great men interrupted their conversation, to pass sound! Then a thousand bitter sarcasms were around some old German wine, which made glad showered on the unfortunate artificer; and, with their hearts. one voice, his organ was condemned. There was One evening, when they were all assembled, and a great tumult in the church. Beze, however, was I was at my usual post, listening to them, their not intimidated by it. He went out, casting an conversation happened to turn on the stranger. ironical look around, as if he had produced a Each told what he knew of this musician, who so master-piece of art, whose merits we are too mysteriously endeavored to escape notice. ignorant to appreciate. Such, my dear friend, is " It shall never be said," exclaimed Grawn, the illustrious guest whom you have received into “ that we did not recognize a man of genius, who your house."

shrinks from notice. My friends, we will insist Thus spoke Mr. Kurtz. I know not what more on his coming to make one amongst us; he shall he might have said, for I could not stay any longer take his glass with us, and partake of all our social to hear my friend spoken of in that manner. I went pleasures." to seek him in the garden, and found him sitting Then I quietly advanced into the middle of the on the grass, in his usual place, under the shade group. “My masters,” said I, meekly, “the of an old apple-tree.

man of whom you speak, is indeed a true genius ; When he saw me, he beckoned me towards him. but vain will be your invitation ; he will not “Look," said he, with a voice of deep emotion, come.” “ look at the sun, setting in all his splendor ; the All repeated in astonishment, “He will not least cloud may obscure the brightness of his glory; come ?" then overwhelmed ine with questions, and so it is with the man of genius ; the prejudices of listened attentively to my answers. I related to an ignoramus may, for a while, tarnish his fame, them the history of the organ in the neighboring but the first breeze dispels the cloud.”

village; how no person was able to play it; and I was much struck with these melancholy words, how unutterably this failure affected my poor and strove to cheer my friend. “ Oh !” said he to friend. me, “ I fear nothing; my mind can no longer be When the masters heard this account they were distracted by the vulgar. "I know very well that it seized with intense interest. “My friends," said is no easy matter to succeed all at once; and that Grawn, " as to-morrow will be Sunday, let us go anticipation is everything in this world ; all attempts early in the morning to examine this organ, which at perfection are sure to be repulsed by men at refuses to sound ; that will be a strange instrument first ; but I am convinced that, under God, time sets that will resist the united efforts of so many proall to rights. That beautiful organ which I built, fessors !” that great work of my hands, possesses a soul; At these words, Hass and Fursch rapturously apbut a man must be found who can awake that plauded them. Léléman added, that he would consleeping spirit ; it is but the story of Alexander's sider on the means of inducing the mysterious horse, which no one could mount but Alexander.” workman to meet them in the organ-loft; but the

-And when it grew dark, “ Come,” said he, young Gasman exclaimed, with a deep sigh, “My come, my son, let us to our violin."

friends, there is one man in the world who could By degrees, however, our town was enlivened produce sounds from stones. Oh! where art thou, by many strangers. The time for the meeting of Emmanuel Bach, our divine master?” the musical association being arrived, masters has- On retiring, the party renewed their promises of tened thither in crowds from all parts of the world ; meeting in the organ-lost the next day. and the inhabitants of the country vied with each The following morning dawned in full beauty ; other in hospitalities worthy of such great names. the sun was rising over the little church that conMusic constitutes the pride and happiness of our tained the organ, when two pedestrians entered the beloved Germany! Every celebrated musician building by the door of the cemetery. One of these who arrived was received as if he were a king; men was in the prime of life; his high forehead the entrance of each was a triumphal procession, denoted deep thoughtfulness, and his large blue formed by ardent admirers, who eagerly crowded eyes shone forth with radiance; his companion was to behold and to applaud them. We hastened to a gay, good-humored looking man, with a very the spot by which these great masters were to jovial face. pass, that we might see them, and add our voices “ Master," said he, “why do you thus stop on to the general shout of welcome. We saw all the your route ? the meeting of the great professors celebrated professors arrive, one after the other; will be over before you arrive.” Grawn, that inexhaustible genius, whose produc- “Let us go in, my child," replied he; “ do tions were original, because from the heart; Fursch, you not remember that a traveller told us yesterand Hass, his two faithful companions ; the young day of a mysterious organ in this little church, that Gassman, whose future glory Germany already an- cannot be played? That traveller called the organ ticipated ; and then a courier from Gluck, whose the work of a madman ; perhaps Heaven has sent involuntary absence from this reunion of the arts, me to prove it to be the production of a genius. was deplored by him in a letter to his pupils, You offer up your morning prayer; it may be I breathing the most ardent wishes for the success of shall accompany it on this organ; implore a blessGerman art.

ing on it, and on all here below.' These great professors had all the simplicity The master seated himself before the organ; which ever marks true genius; their meetings soon the little church was crowded by the pious



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worshippers, who came to early service. The him, or, rather, that I may throw myself at his great masters, faithful to the appointment they had feet?” made the previous evening, entered the building, The professors answered, that he was some inand, as the priest ascended the altar, they knelt in visible being. “But come, dear master,” said they, prayer. Suddenly, a sound, as if from heaven, come and breakfast with us at the sign of St. made the little church reëcho; the most divine, the Cecilia." most harmonious melody was produced from the In the evening, Emmanuel Bach, and Grawn, hitherto silent organ. Had the worshippers heard walked in my father's garden. Eagerly did they an angel, they could not have been more amazed. seek the stranger. At length they found him Each of the masters raised his head, anxious to under his favorite tree; but, oh heavens ! in what discover which one among them had gone to play a state ! My poor friend's head was reclining the organ, and were confounded at seeing all kneel. against the tree; his eyes were still open, vaguely ing in their places. The priest himself was seized seeking the last rays of the setting sun ; his hands with secret fear. Meanwhile the organ, touched were extended on his knees, and his fingers moved, by an inspired genius, was alternately grave, sublime, as if about to play the organ; and the palpitation melancholy, impassioned, and plaintive; now flute- of his heart alone announced that he yet lived. like; now thunder itself; now praises to God; I Aung myself on my knees before my friend;

All listened, admired, and re- Emmanuel Bach did the same, while Grawn supmained prostrate.

ported his head. We called him; he opened his In that crowd, one man alone stood erect; it was eyes, and perceiving the strangers, exclaimed, the stranger. He was near the altar, leaning “ Ah! you are here, my masters!

Ah! against a pillar; he looked up at the organ, his you are here, Emmanuel Bach!

You! now living work; or, rather, he looked up to * this morning

• Oh! pardon me, heaven. At last, then, his great thought was if I do not treat you with all due respect ; given to the world; at last there was full revela- it is all over this sudden happiness has tion. He wept not, he prayed not; he believed killed me the sound of my beautiful organ himself the sport of a dream; he was the happiest was my death knell—I am dying !" of all that happy excited throng. When he saw The two masters placed themselves at each side that all eyes were fixed on him with admiration, of the poor mechanic. Yes," said he, “ I can he went out of the church with hasty steps, and the die now, with Grawn at my left, Emmanuel Bach service continued.

at my right.” Then turning towards me, he exWhen service was over, the masters pressed to- tended his hand—“Adieu, my son,” said he ; wards the organ, to ascertain who the angel was you, my masters, bless me!” that had called it into life. The door opened, and With the last ray of the setting sun, the soul of with one voice they exclaimed, “ Emmanuel my friend departed. The sweet twilight cast a Bach !-Emmanuel Bach!"

silvery shade over that noble countenance! It It was indeed Emmanuel Bach. “Good morn- seemed as if all nature were hushed into silence, to ing, my friends," said he ; " you see your brother listen to the few strains of a simple melody, in arrived; but where is the man of genius who has which was exhaled the last breath of the stranger. made this organ? Where is he, that I may embrace

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, From the British Quarterly Review. society rather than seek it. Not a few of his hapThe Life and Correspondence of John Foster. piest hours were given to reading, meditation, and

Edited by J. E. RYLAND. With Notices of prayer. Near Hebden bridge there is a secluded Mr. Foster, as a Preacher and Companion. By spot, at the bottom of a wood by the side of the John Shepherd, Author of “ Thoughts on De Hebden, and marked by its projecting rock, which votion,” &c, Two vols. 8vo. Pp. 468, 590.

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“cave” of refuge for thought and devotion. We About a century since, the pass from Lancashire can readily suppose that among his brother Baptists into Yorkshire, through the vale of Todmorden, such a man would be a good deal of an oracle. He was one of the most beautiful in England. Its hill. was not only better read than most of his neighbors tops, thrown into every variety of shape, seemed to in theology, but, as possessing more than the comlift themselves aloft as if to break the force of the mon share of acuteness and discrimination, was winter storm, or to present a natural resting-place to better qualified than most to digest what he read. the summer clouds as they coursed each other from On the decease of the Baptist pastor, this gifted height to height, and threw their fitting shadows brother was one of a small number who read over the glens below. Some of those heights “Gurnal's Christian Armor,” for the common were barren, and have so been since the upburst of benefit, on alternate Sundays. It is remembered the mighty forces which made them what they are; of this reader, that when he came to passages but the less elevated were crowned, or clothed from which struck him as particularly good, the exclabase to summit, with ancient and richly hanging mation was not unfrequently heard, " That's sound woods. The dells, which receded right and left divinity,” or, “Author, I am of thy opinion.' from the main line of road, presented curves and This estimable man lived to be eighty-eight years slopes, and sometimes abrupt and jagged vutlines, of age. He died in 1814. His wife, who is dein almost every form, intersected with rock, and scribed as his counterpart in soundness of underwood, and verdure ; and, after rain, while the standing, integrity, and piety, survived him two voice of birds welcomed the returning sunshine, years. every hill-side might be heard tossing forth its Such was the birth-place, and such were the tributary waters to feed the Hebden, as it rolled parents of the Rev. John Foster, who was born on through its deeper bed beneath. The little of ihe 17th of September, 1770. On the tomb-stono handicraft which mixed itself with the husbandry of the elder Foster is the following characteristic of the district, was not more than sufficed to im- inscription" John Foster exchanged this life for part those traces of man to nature, which make a better, March 21, 1814, in the eighty-eighth year even nature more beautiful. This description, be of his age, and the sixty-third after God had fully it remembered, applies to the vale of Todmorden, assured him that he was one of his sons.” The as it was in the last century, when its seclusion had subject of these memoirs was the first child of his not been broken in upon either by canals or rail- parents, and the only further addition to their famways, and when the space now occupied with tall ily was a second son, about four years younger. chimneys, and lofty square buildings, and with Foster saw his parents for the last time in 1801, in grouped or scattered multitudes of artisan dwelling- the thirty-first year of his age, and then said of places, had little of its present appearance. them, “ They fear not death, nor need to fear it;

One point of this valley bears the name of Heb- for they are eminently ripe for heaven. I have den bridge, and, at the time of which we speak, never met with a piety more active and sublime.” there stood at no great distance from that spot, in the In the early life of men of genius we see less of direction of Wainsgate, a small farm-house. The the fruit of circumstances, than of the power which couple who, about the middle of the latter half of is not to be controlled by circumstances. The the last century, were the occupants of that house, charm of their story commonly is, that they should had their employment, after the manner of the have done so much for themselves, amidst an outtime, partly in the labor of the farm, and partly in ward allotment that did so liuile for them. It weaving. The husband was no common person. would sometimes seem as though the gifts of the It was his habit of caution and forethought which had mind came from one sovereignty, and the gifts of prevented his taking upon him the responsibilities what is called fortune from another, and that the of a family until he had passed his fortieth year. two crowns are at issue-so marked are the appaHe was then a devout man-a Christian. Mr. rent cross purposes observable in these two kinds Grimshaw, of Haworth, one of that small, but of bestowments. But this is done that there may noble-hearted band of clergymen, who, about that be an aristocracy of nature, placed over against time, began to preach the gospel in the manner of the aristocracy of accident—that your high family men who understood and believed it, had been the pretensions might be counterpoised by pretensions means of giving the mind of our farming and weav- based on a still higher relationship—that the wealth ing friend this wholesome direction. But, as often of the inner life of man, which comes from above, happens in such cases, the convert did not remain a might be played off in the game of existence churchman. He became a member of the small against the wealth of the outer life, which at best Baptist church at Wainsgate. His temper was is only of the earth. Two things, it would seem, cheerful, and his views were much more expanded are necessary to the efficiency of this more natural than was common with men in his circumstances ; aristocracy—that there should be power, and that but, on the whole, his habits disposed him to avoid the power possessed should be somewhat severely






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