Anecdotes of Paganini [pp. 176-180]

176 The Forty-Setvent Va. Regi7neni-Anecdotes of Paganini.
dlies-such they proved to be on fulirtherT
acquaintance-looked at me nervously, and
hitched their chairs further off, as if in
doubt whether Gas composed of flesh
and bones, or so iiempalpable substance.
It was not long before a cup of hot cof fee produced such a change in my spirits,
that I easily persuaded Mr. - to go af ter my horse and clothes. While lie was
gone, I managed to get so far into the good
graces of Mrs. and Miss -, that when
he retunried, bringing every thing, (my
money and watch included,) safely, lihe
found me on the intimate footing of a
member of the family.
I remained many days with these excel lent people, receiving from every one of
them the utmost tenderness and care.
When I got well enough to mouut my
horse once more —the first attempt was
painful in the extreme. Mr. positive ly refused to accept the smallest return for
his hospitality. Indeed it was not without
difficulty that I'ained him from execu ting summary justice upon the heathens
at the ferry-house, who had treated me so
shamefully. I can never forget that log house in the mountains, and the warm hearted folks that dwelt therein.
The recollection of their great kindness tA
me, a perfect stranger, half effaces the anger and the mortification I feel whenever
I think of that horrid night of suffering
and brutal treatment. I hlad the satisfaction before leaving the immediate neighborbood, of sendiug Miss, (by the
way, we had many a good laugh over the
'rotten apple" business,) a nice dressA
vith a shawl for her mother, and $6 worth
of powder and shot for her father.
So ended the most disagreeable,, if not
the most perilous adventure I ever had. I
may gratify the reader to know that the
narrative is, in every essential, strictly
true. And he may rest assured,hat thiv
experiment satisfied me that a suit of mud
and spectacles is not exactly thbe thing t(
walk about in at mid-night in the moun
trins of Virgiiiia. If I know myself i
will be some time before I swim a rive
again, andl run the risk of passing for a 1u
natie, a horse thief, and a dot-sucker,
Before yon battery's deadly blast,
See how our comrades fall!
There,'gainst the invader's legions massed,
Our pash must lie, and there be passed,
Our proudest moment, though our last;
On! though we perish all.
Nowr o eurn ab out the guns ard( pour
Hot vengeance on their flight;
The'guns themselves had manned before
Shall crush them with destruction sure
And souin(d our victory in their roar;
The triumph of the right!
S. D. DJ
PAGANINI was in all respects a very
singular being, and an interesting subject
to study. His talents were by no means
confined to his wonderful powers as a
musician. On other subjects he was well
informed, acute, and conversible, of bland
and gentle manners, and in society perfectly well bred. All this contrasted
stzangely with the dark, mysterious sto
.
THE 47TH VIRGINIA REGIMENT,
AT THE BATTLE OF FRAZIER'S FAITM, JUNF,
30TI1, 1,Q,62.
ic d'onias; lieec patri(l. est Virgit.
vi! let the foe now feel
vengeance ours may be;
w ng bomb and charging st,-,el,
And shout above tire battle peal,
The purpose of'Our soiils reveal,
To triumph and be free.
With steady steps aild fearless eye,
In desperate charge they go;
Nor note the bolts that round them fly,
Nor heed the dyitig comrades s.igh,
Resolved but to advance'or die,
They rush upon the foe.
Still onward'mid the uproar sterd,
-Where fall the leaden showers-,
Fear Irom their gory path they sp-urn,
And death for bero's death return,
'Till struck with ciread the foemen turn
The battery is ours!
-,e"' -
ANECDOTES OF PAGANINI.