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master, for his music lessons were but cate hands. When his own window was poorly paid. Everything was very expen- open he could hear her weak sad voice, sive in Leeds, and then he wore out so reading; and though he could not undermany pairs of shoes; and, high though his stand a word of what she said, yet at once four-storied rooms were, the rent seemed- he began to think of an old forgotten song strange to say-even higher ; indeed, the which he used to hear his grandmother laughing rosy faces of his pupils were the sing long ago. Then the music-master brightest episodes in the foreigner's life. used to seat himself before his spinet and Day after day, from early morning until commence playing the old tune ; but he late at night, he worked and walked in the soon forgot his old tune, and commenced one gray coat; in summer's heat, in win- merry lively airs, which used to bring his ter's cold. When it blew very hard, he childhood vividly before him ; he struck took off his hat, and carried it carefully up some quadrilles and other dances, and under his arm, and went without hat or very soon he found himself once more umbrella. But he was pleasant and kind with his young sisters, their childish figures with his pupils, and always looked a gen- draped in scarlet cloaks, amongst a group tleman. The cold only made his cheeks of lively young friends assembled at his glow brighter, and the hottest sun improved father's house—he the happiest and brighthis good looks.
est of all. Then Herschel came back to The young girls are very much interest- his present life, closed the spinet, went ed in that young man who is never seen to the window, and there perceived that at the tavern, and who always pays his the girl had been listening to him; her tailor's bills. What can prevent the music- white hands lay folded on the large book, master, according to his wont, from saun- and her eyes were full of sadness. tering by the river's bank, and meeting “I am sure that poor girl has never had friendly glances and winning smiles ? a dance; and Herschel, for very pity's
Opposite Herschel's window was an- sake, would have played all night long for other tall, narrow house, with just such her, if by so doing, he could have given another window as his own. Every after- her any pleasure. noon an old man, conducted by a girl, was “Indeed, the prison-life of the little pale led to this window, and placed in a chair girl opposite became every day more and by it; then the girl placed herself opposite more a matter of surprise. She never the old man, and began to read from a went out ; no one ever came to see her ; large book. The man's head was gener- no flower stood in her window ; no singally bent down on his chest, but sometimes ing-bird made her lonely life brighter. he raised it, as if struck by something the Still she did not look melancholy or morgirl read; then the music-master could see ose—only grave; but so grave. Once he his clear-cut profile and the strong lines saw that she could smile and blush like around his mouth.
other maidens, for she had done so one The girl sat near the window, on a high day, that he had dared to give her a neighchair ; her figure seemed deformed-one borly salute. How happy he would have shoulder higher than the other. You saw been, if he had only been permitted to that she was young, by her brow and softly- give her one of his flowers ! But he dared rounded cheeks; but Herschel had never not do this. yet seen a girl's face so pale, so grave. Herschel's landlady had told him many
Her beautiful brown hair was braided curious things about his opposite neighin heavy plaits, but not with the care with bors. They were father and daughter. which maidens usually arrange their tress- The man-George Thornton-had been es; she had no dear eyes to see it, no dear teacher of arithmetic and mathematics in lips to say to her : “How pretty you are a boy's school; but Thornton had taken with your hair so beautifully arranged !" it into his foolish head to meddle with Sundays and week-days she wore black, things with which he had nothing to dorelieved by no collar, no cuffs; no fresh such as the stars; always looking up at flower ever brightened her sombre toilette. them, until he forgot looking at the things
Herschel felt his heart ache for this girl, around him. He neglected wife, child, and when she opened her window, longed and school, from which he had had a good to be able to do so for her, for he saw salary. He had to be dismissed from his what hard work it was for her poor deli- duties there with a small pension, on which with some tuitions in mathematics her father read, and with a trembling voice —which were his hobby—he had to man- commenced her task. She had her reage as best he might. Thornton spent ward; for the first time since his terrible half the day making calculations; the affliction, she saw a ray of happiness pass other half he slept. During the night, he over that clouded face; and when she had watched the stars from his miserable little finished she saw that her poor father was garret, which he dignified with the name weeping—his heart was touched. From of “Observatory."
this day Georgina read every day from • Thornton," the good woman went on four o'clock until seven in the evening; to say, "had allowed his only child to fall the morning, she always sat with her work from a table, at a time when his wife lay in the little room adjoining her father's ill, and the maid had gone out for milk, bedroom ; this was his time for sleep, and leaving the little Georgina in her father's she sat there to be within calling, if he recare. He was making some calculations.' quired anything. as he calls them, so he seated her on his During the nights the blind man still table, at which he was working ; he gave haunted his observatory; he paced up and her a book to look at, but from the book down that poor little garret, and groped fell a slip of paper with some calcula- with trembling hands amongst his instrutions.' Alas! at once he became so ab- ments, and then the hot tears flowed over stracted that he remembered nothing, un- them; it was very, very hard to be patient. til he heard the child crying, and saw her Sometimes Thornton expressed a wish to lying on the floor, to which she had fallen. breathe the fresh air, and then Georgina She has been deformed from that day, guided his steps; and this was her life poor child! It is also told of the foolish until she reached seventeen. creature that, when his poor wife was But since the young music-master had dying, they went up to his garret to tell come to live opposite, all kinds of strange him to come down, and that he cried out: fancies had come into her head, and she "Oh, can she not wait a moment, for Ve- used to laugh with Martha over them. nus is just coming out ?' But the poor For instance, she wished for some flowerwoman could not wait; so when he did pots, and then she longed for a spinet, come down, instead of his loving, faithful and to have supple fingers to glide over wife, he only found a lifeless corpse, and the keys; she wished for—Well ! she a half-fainting, deformed child, tightly did not care to tell all she wished for. clasped in the dead woman's arms.
One day as Herschel was entering his For eight days and nights he lived with door, old Martha rushed out of hers, out his beloved calculations, but on the nearly upsetting him in her haste; she ninth he was at them again, staring at his looked at him with a terrified face, and stars.
cried, “Oh! are you a doctor ? " Georgina and the maid shared the “No, but I can go for one." housekeeping, the child worked at her “ Then run, run, our little one is ill ; it needle, and tried to be as clever at it as is the reading, the reading. I always said she had seen her mother. The good Mar- it would be so—she has broken a bloodtha tried to be a mother to the girl, and vessel.” watched and tended her, as if she were The young man dashed off for Dr. her own child, so the days glided calmly Churchill
, as fast as feet could carry him ; away for this pair, without sunshine but the handsome Miss Churchill was one of without storm.
his pupils; the young lady saw the "handBut dark clouds now came to Georgina: some music-master'
1 rush in like one her father's eyes had been very weak, and frenzied to her father's house ; she went after another year he became quite blind, to the glass, arranged her hair, and then and as George Thornton was anything but crept down to listen at her father's door a patient blind man, Georgina had very to the wild prayers of this love-stricken much to bear.
Herschel. "Oh, it is poor little Georgina After the first months of despair, Thorn- Thornton, she has burst a blood vessel, ton fell into a hopeless dejection; it was she cannot live long, she is fast going to then that poor Georgina thought of read- her mother." ing to her father. She took Newton's " And it was for this that he was so works, from which she had so often seen excited, and in such a hurry,” she murmured; "and all for the sake of a hunch- The old saying, “that nobody can serve back !" And Miss Churchill resolved to two masters," was very soon verified in take no more lessons from her “hand- the case of the “handsome music-massome music-master."
ter," for he very quickly began to neglect But even if all his pupils had followed his pupils; he was no longer satisfied Miss Churchill's example, Herschel would with the reading hours which he devoted not have grieved; a complete change had to the blind man, but he spent days and come over his life; every day, Sunday parts of nights over the works of Ferand holiday, late and early, found him guson, Brahe, of Johann Kepler, the then with the blind man, filling the daughter's modern authority on astronomy. Thornplace.
ton had given him Kepler's “De Motibus How did it all come about? It was Stellæ Martis ;” this book Herschel alas a dream for him. How had he ever ways carried about with him, and on gained courage to offer any kindnesses to cloudy nights, when he could take no that blind man, he did not know; he observations, he placed it under his pilcould only remember, that he found him- low and slept on it. The young German self one day befo the man, and that did not at all care, if he lost his pupils; Georgina's father had pressed his hand with Kepler he forgot everything. How and asked him to return.
grateful he felt to the poor schoolmaster, The reading at first did not go on very who had pointed to him the way upward ! smoothly; English was a strange language How punctual he always was at Thornfor Herschel, and he could not even un- ton's, and how he prolonged his readings derstand what he read for Thornton; but there ! things began to look better and grow Poor little Georgina was down-stairs brighter, and light streamed into Her- again, and sat by the window in her chair, schel's soul, and shone out through his propped up with pillows. The day began eyes ;
it was like sunshine in spring. now when they heard the young musicHerschel read to Thornton from Newton, master knock at their door, and all the and he himself seemed to enter a new sunshine disappeared as his step descendworld. The music-master had never ed the stairs. By degrees he had brought heard of these things before, he longed over all his flower-pots to the sick girl, to hear, to know more of this wonderful and she tenderly cherished and tended science; he never tired now of talking them. He had also, with much trouble, the starry system over with Thornton. procured a bird for her, but he had no Was the young German going to be be- money to procure a cage. Georgina's witched too? He sat as it were at the delight was great, when her lively comfeet of the master, and drank in deep panion grew friendly enough to perch on draughts of this new, this delightful know- her finger. She, looking very pretty, as ledge ; everything else was tame in com- she thus sat nestling in the great chair, parison with it. Busy restless life he which partially concealed her deformed could not endure, these calm still nights figure, her bright little head thrown out in were his hours of true happiness.
relief. He felt it all, he knew it all, he was no Georgina was indeed a sweet-looking longer a music-master, he was an astron- maiden of seventeen summers, a lovely omer, he felt drawn towards the heavens, flower; a transparent rosy tinge colored as it were, by golden links, ever higher her cheeks, large tender blue eyes gleamand higher. Nothing in creation has ed out, and delicate lips smiled gratefully. such a power to charm as these heavenly Of late, her beautiful hair had been more bodies. Friedrich Herschel had found carefully arranged, and she commenced out his work on earth, or rather in heaven. wearing snowy collars and cuffs. HerEvery star in the firmament seemed to schel was indeed surprised to see how speak to our young astronomer in a lan- nice the girl sometimes looked. She did guage which poets and inspired astron- not look the same girl, who used to sit in omers alone can understand. They also that window long ago, but still it was only spoke of peace, and hope, and future a passing thought he could afford to give glory. The star of Herschel was rising. Georgina; all his thoughts, all his glances Who could then have predicted its coming were towards the heavens, he had none light and grandeur ?
for those on earth.
So the time passed quickly for those purity can abide in our hearts, when listenthree who sat together there ; outwardly ing, to melodious strains ; still I can feel they were the same, inwardly great changes with you—feel how noble it would be to ashad passed in their hearts. As weeks cend that ladder which the blind man has passed, the blind man seemed to grow to climb the heavens—the beautiful heavens
given you—who could refrain from desiring happier and calmer; his sorrow seemed --when the way has been pointed out to us? to be passing away.
his tele- I wish I could climb with you, or at least scope to the young man to use. More hold the ladder for you. However, dear and more confidential grew the conversa- brother, you must listen to me, and take adtion between these two, he even confided vice, and that is, do not be in a hurry climbto the young foreigner, how he had him- ing your ladder, take plenty of time. And
then you must eat and drink, and who will which to take extended observations, give you anything if you send all your pupils
away? when his work was put an end to, by this My own dear brother, you know we cannot terrible affliction of blindness. And poor help you; if I had any money, or could earn Thornton went on to say, what honors, any, you should have it to the last farthing, what fame would have been his, if' he but, alas ! no, I have it not. I feel that huncould only have perfected his invention. ger may be suffered in a good cause in Then he sent Martha up-stairs for this Lieben Vaterlande, but it must be very hard wonderful invention ; she brought a mere
to be hungry in a strange land; I fear that, skeleton plan in her hand, this she gave could not starve ; I advise you not to do so
even for the sake of the beautiful stars, I to Thornton, who passed his hand over it either; if you do, then do not write to me, I lovingly, and then, with a sigh, pushed it could not bear to hear it. to Herschel, saying, in a sneering tone, Be sure to read very much, study those " Here, I give it you, perhaps you will be clever astronomical works of which you tell able to produce what I once dreamt of me so much; this will help you to climb the doing.
ladder. If you do become an astronomer, "I will !” exclaimed the young man in for when a music-master ceases from his
then I know you will become a great one, an ecstasy of delight, and he carried the profession, then it must be to become somemachine away with him, holding it with thing great in another way, is it not so? the tenderest care.
We are all very well, and think much of From this time forth Herschel ever you. Who knows, but that some day one of secretly meditated on the possibility of us may go over to help you. I hear an constructing such an instrument, or, rather, astronomer has many calculations to make. of completing the one which the schoolthe cleverest in arithmetic ? I wish that it
Do you remember that at school I was master had commenced. But his heart did not cost so much to go to England. wanted to pour itself out to some sym- The pretty Elizabeth, who was so fond of pathizing heart, and at last he decided to dancing with you, is to be married r.ext week write and tell all his hopes to his dear to the grocer at the corner of our street. little sister of fourteen years old-Caroline. Your poor starling, who used to whistle so A load fell from his heart, when he had beautifully, died last Christmas night. We
have erected a beautiful black cross, at our posted his letter to Hanover. Four weeks elapsed before any answer around it.
good mother's grave, and planted evergreens arrived to Herschel's letter. In those
Farewell, dear brother, take care of yourdays maidens had not so much time for self, and the good God will watch over you. letter-writing as the "young ladies” of Write again, and very soon, to the present day, and Caroline had taken
Your truly loving sister a long time to write the following letter :
CAROLINE. MY DEAR BROTHER :-You have written If Georgina had seen the delight with a wonderful letter to me, I can scarcely un- which Herschel read this letter, and how derstand it. But our father must not hear he pressed it to his heart, she would most of it. He would be so grieved to hear that assuredly have tasted the bitterness of you had given up, music; he is heart and jealousy, for her lonely heart clung to the soul in music; and cannot understand how
young German with passionate tenderness any one, after having touched a key or a string of any musical instrument, can ever
sniile, a word, a pressure of his hand, cease being a musician. I, too, can under- gave her new life. In his absence, she stand this, for I think that there is nothing dreamed away the hours, thinking of him, so beautiful as good music; nothing but caressing his bird, tending his flowers, and
so occupied herself until his return again wide awake ; I think in two months that next day. And did not every one love it will be finished; but most decidedly, I him? Her father, who never liked any must go to London ; I must see more, one, liked the young German ; and had and learn more, even if I have to starve. he not won even old prudish Martha's I will become something great; you must heart, by running so quickly for Dr. not be ashamed of your pupil." Churchill, that day she herself was taken “You deceive yourself and me," mur
Ever since that time, Martha had mured the old man in an excited way, faithfully dusted and arranged his room, .“ to perfect such an instrument would resaying, “He deserves that, at least, he quire as many years as you have taken has been so kind to my child.” Martha months. Consider, my young friend, was very fond of talking of Herschel, and that it took me many, many years, to lay found a very ready listener in Georgina, the basis of that plan, and do you think who, however, very often blushed at words that your young hands, and your young which Martha let drop; and her tender head, is superior to the old one ?" heart throbbed at the hope, which the old "! If you will only come with me and servant at last began to inspire her with— share my work,” replied the young man, that the bright day would yet come, when “every piece shall pass through your the young music-master would bring her hands, then it will be your work and my the wreath of orange-blossoms.
work." For Martha, no one was so beautiful or “Very well, I will go ; I will go at so good as her child, and even the first once, take me with you at once, immediduke in the land might have been proud ately." of winning her little hand.
They had left the house some time The spinet lay untouched, young before Martha thought of going up to see Herschel's cheeks were no longer bright, Georgina, but when she did, she found a strange earnestness overshadowed his the girl lying senseless on the floor, by the brow. He had very few pupils now, for side of the bed. his pupils, incited by Miss Churchill's re- The old servant lifted her darling up, port of his “being in love with a curious, laid her on the bed, and after a time deformned little thing, whom nobody ever succeeded in restoring her. When she saw," one by one dismissed him. Days recovered consciousness, the poor child came when he experienced the bitterness threw her arms round the faithful old of suffering hunger, in a foreign land; but Martha's neck, crying, "He must not go; Herschel tried to console himself with he must not go to London; I shall die if the knowledge that Kepler, too, had he does." undergone like privations, and no com- Weeks passed ; day after day Thornton plaint had passed over his lips ; why could was to be found in Herschel's room, askhe not bear too? However, when mak- ing thousands of restless questions, ever ing his observations on starlight nights, or excited, ever on the qui vive. He even engaged in deep calculations, or perhaps learned to find his way to the music absorbed with Ferguson, Brahe, or Kepler, master's by himself, and Herschel often he found his dry crust and glass of cold found him in his room, on returning home, water ambrosia and nectar.
his landlady always allowing the poor blind One day the German came with beam- man free ingress and egress. ing eyes, to tell the blind man that he had Absorbed and gloomy, Thornton sat for every hope of finishing the instrument, of hours daily with Herschel, heaving every which he had laid the foundation.
now and then heavy sighs, and from time “Your castle will be there," he cried, to time wringing his poor hands; the old " and perhaps a greater one than you bitter feelings had come back to his heart, dreamt of. What a pity it is that you that feeling of rebellion against the afflic. cannot live with me in it."
tion which had been sent to him. He The blind man, at these words, raised could not be patient with this everlasting his head, as if he had received a sudden night on him. Then he wandered from shock ; a strange look passed over his room to room ; and for whole nights he face, as with a forced smile, and stammer- passed up and down his little room, moaning lips, he said, “ you are dreaming." ing and wailing for his lost star,-it was
"No, no," replied Herschel, “I am very hard.