Rockland Gazette : April 17, 1856

M ntH ’o b ® ajeth, SSxnrft suit fr fi p rin tin g. PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY EVErtIXe, BY Having made large additions toj.our .former variety of JOHN PORTER,::::::::::::::::Proprietor PLAIN AND FANCY Office, No. 5 Custom-House Block, J O B T Y F B , We are row prepared to execute with neatness and des patch. every description of Job Work, such as t e r i m s , Circulars, Bill-heads, Cards, Blanks, If paid strictly in advance—per annum, $}’5! Catalogues, Programmes, If payment is delayed 6 mos. “ J»75 If not paid till the clOBe of the year, 2»uu Shop Bills, Labels, Auction and Hand ET No paper will be discontinued until ALL arreara Bills, &c., &c. ges are paid, unless at the option of tne pupliBher. Particular atteniionipaid to ET Single copies, three cents —for sale at the office. VOL. 11. ROCKLAND, MAINE, THURSDAY EVENING, APRIL 17, 1856. PRINTING IN COLORS, ET All letters and communications to be addressed NO. 16. to the Publisher. BRONZING, &.C. From Sargent’s new Edition of Hood’s Poetical Works. Beethoven and the Blind Girl. if we were the subjects of a strange dream, I’m a live man, Sir, she dipped, and went Jerome Bonapart. THE THREE LOVERS. were all upon our feet in a moment and the lan tern was quickly lighted. My hat was already P O M P E Y ’S G H O S T . and our only fear was to wake too soon. right under, pitching me over her bows, and, There are, says the Boston Advertiser, doubt- Three careless students cross’d the Rhine Some monthe ago I was at Bonn, the birth on my head—or my cap, rather—and I went ‘Suddenly the flame of the candle flickered; Jonah-like, I fetched up on dry land. I les those who recollect the sensation produced And enter’d a hostel to sip their wine, place of Beethoven. I met there an old out with the rest. All went out but the land A PATHETIC BALLAD. picked myself up as well as I could; the ship “ Come, hostess, bring hither thy beer and wine. the wick, consumed to the end, fell, and was by the style in which Jerome Bonaparte, with lord and his wretched customer, who occupied musican, who had known this illustrious com bis beautiful and accomplished bride, the late But where’s thy fair daughter, the rose of the Rhine V extinguished. Beethoven stopped. I open righted ; I thought as how she might have the settee. I t was some moments before 1 could “ Skins may differ, but affection poser intimately ; and from him I received Miss Patterson, in the year 1805 drove from ed the shutters to let in the rays of the moon. too heavy a figure-head for such a light stem, see at all, the snow came drifting in my face so; Dwells in white and black the same ”—Cowfeb. the following anecdote: Springfield to this city, stopping on their way “ My beer and wine are fresh and clear, It became almost as light as before in the and so I just put on this big stone, by way But in her last sleep lies my daughter deur.” but I soon managed to turn my head, and then ’Twas twelve o’clock, not twelve at night ‘You know,’ said he, ‘that Behthoven was at Brookfield. He was on his way from Balti room, and the radiance fell more strongly of a settler behind, to keep her steady, like. Within Death’s chamber then they trod, went on. Tho wind as it came sweeping out But twelve o’clock at noon; bom in a house in the Rhein Gasse, (Rhine more, to join his ship, we believe, at this port, Because the sun was shining bright, on the musician and the instrument. Now she goes like a clipper, as she is. Let And gazed on the maiden whose soul was with God. through the passage to the stable, had piled up street;) but at the time I became acquain on bis return to France. Not only to such per And not the silver inoon. a huge bank of snow across the street, and in ‘But this incident seemed to have broken go !’ and on he went. sons, but to more youthful readers the follow The first withdrew |he gloomy veil, A proper time for friends to call, ted with him he lodged over a humble little the bank we found a female, with a child in her the chain of Beethoven’s ideas. His head ing sketch of his eventful history will not be To view the face, so fair, so pale. On Pots, or Penny P ost; shop in theRoemer-platz. He was then very arms. She had not seen the huge barrier of dropped on his breast, his hands rested on without interest. We copy it from the London “ Oh ! why art thou dead, thou lovely maid ? soow in the dark, and bad got completely fast. When lo ’ as Phcebe sat at work, poor—so poor that he only went out to walk Times, the subject of ft having been called to his knees, he appeared plunged into a pro Carrying away the Lambs. I now might have loved thee for ever,” he said. She seemed faint and frozen, but yet she clung She saw her Pompey’s Ghost! at night, because of the dilapidated state notice by bis recent dangerous illness :— found meditation. to her child. The man who carried the lantern of his clothing. Nevertheless, he had a piano, When the Shepherds of large flocks of The illness of Prince Jerome Bonaparte car The next drew back the ghastly shroud; Now when a female has a call held it up to her lace, The features were half ‘He remained so for some time. At last, sheep cannot succeed in seperating the dams ries us back to an age which is not only histori Then turn’d away and wept aloud : From people that are dead ; pens, paper, ink, and books ; and notwith covered with snow, but the momentary glare of the young shoemaker rose, approached him, from the rest, because their young ones are cal, but above all others discussed by historians. “ Oh, that thou liest on thy cold bier ! Like Paris ladies, she receives standing his privations, he passed some happy the lantern was sufficient to reveal to me a face and said, in a low, respectful voice— ‘Won among them, they will carry away the lambs Although the youngest brother of the great I have loved thee in silence full many a year.” Her visitors in bed. moments there. He was not yet deaf, and of more than ordinary beauty, derful man, who are you, then?’ in their arms to a batter pasture, and then Napoleon is little more than 70 years old, he be But Pompey’s spirit would not come could at least enjoy the harmony of his own The third knelt down where the dead girl lay, ‘ Heavens 1’ uttered the man as he lowered ‘Beethoven raised his head, and looked at the dams willingly follow. A h ! ‘ the good longs to a time of which hardly a representa the lantern, and caught the woman by the arm; Like spirits that are w hite; compositions. In later years, even this con tive remains to the present generation. He And kiss’d those lips, now cold as clay 5 Because she was a Blackamoor, him abstractedly, as if he had not compre Shepherd ’ has often to adopt the same meth ‘ Kate Lockland, is this you?’ But without solation was denied him. was neither born great nor achieved greatnesss; “ I have loved thee for ever, and love thee still— And wouldn’t show at night ’ hended the meaning of his words. od ! To seperate his chosen ones from the I have loved thee for ever, and ever will.” waiting for her to reply he turned to the rest of ‘One winter evening I called upon him, the third alternative expresses most happily the us and cried, ‘Here, take the child some of you, ‘ The young man repeated the question. rest of the world, be it compelled to carry But of all unexpected things hoping to persuade him to take a walk, and nature of his fortunes. His name appears in and I ’ll carry the mother.’ ‘The composer smiled as only he could history as early as the opening of the present That happen to us here, return with me to supper. I found him sit away the lambs of the human flock in his Scene in a ViUage Bar-Boom. The child was quickly taken and ere many The most unpleasant is a rise smile, with sweetness and kingly benevo warm bosom to heaven; and then bereaved century, when he was but yet a boy. His fa momenta we were buck in the bar-room with ting at the window, by the moonlight, with mous brother had overthown the republican con In what is very dear. lence. parents gladly follow. The poet has drawn our burdens. The two were taken to the fire out fire or eandle, his face concealed by his stitution, seized absolute power under the name BY HORACE B. STANIEORD. So Phcebe screamed an awful scream Listen,’ said he. And he played the a very beautiful and touching simile from and the Bnow brushed from them. hands, and his whole frame shivering with of Consul, and within four years established an To prove a seaman’s tex t; first movement in the F symphony.

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