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Chapter NumberIII
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Full Date1890-01-01
Page Number15
Word Count1121
Last Corrected0000-00-00
Newspaper TitleIllustrated Australian News and Musical Times
Trove TitleAn Anglican Requiem: A Christmas Story
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When tho composer was left alone that night ho applied himself to his composition with re newed zeal and onergy. He had played his musio to a sympathetic heart, and had had the clorv of witnessinir . the -effect

it! had' produced. -Oh, yo gathered multitudes at a, public show, who manifest your approba tion of the Divine Art by shouting, clapping . your hands and stamping your feet ; know yo ! know ?.thatr-.tliis' popular form of din,, though, made, by ; ton. millions of you at -the samo time, iij,.far!:il.0S37,clearr;to the true , 'artist '-.than is one . te^'.'oE.sympatliy from a soul that can'/cc?..'.' ' '-? ? '.'^ae':;WQrkod' till late in the mbrning,.:whon ?hy^y^oeiyed tho proofs of his four Christmas oarole^Qn? ho liked best,, the first words of ' whiolrAVeref;;^;'- :' .?' .. : ;.'-?/_ ,/ ??'??' .'-'rij :r.-, ?:? .-'?.' ?' Tne^inlstletoe amtiiolly also ;,:'?: : . Youf dwellings now adorn. . v ??'.'. ; ? . .The rp(lberrie-iii. the prickly tred ?' ? ': ' - Bloods bright for Christmas moriv :, ..; ''. .Over this Ue dwelt .at the pianoforte, for somo - /time; '?' 'Several times 'during that day, after, the -proofs had: been sont. back, he reourred to it, ' 'overhand at others hum-.; I'ming it to. himself. -''?')?:? ?';V,.i t fi-'JJ.J. 'In a few days mot o ho had completed tho on-, tire moinoranda for his great work. vAndv now'; pame. a -period of -toVrible'strairi-'and-rigbrousi endeavor. This was- the scoring of his compo sition. .-,'. .:'? ''-::??' , -'?'?UrSA^ ?-'(-' ;; vAVith an onergy nothing -Hhort of .what desA pornto necessity can call up, ho worked night 'and day for nearly a. month. v.Tlie tnanijof scienco came to see. him several times, a'nd . noting tho fearful ravages: that this intonso self devotion of tho composer- was., causing in his health, he did all. he possibly, could to .induce ' ?; him to take some rest. But it was all in vain. ','. I ' shall havo rest when . . my Requiem is - fluisliod, fathor,'-ho invariably said.'; ^?- : ?:?'. . ?;':'?., i It was Christmas eve. And tho snow, lay thick .'upon: tho earth, bright and .silvery .under. tho'! tender light of tho moon.. '.v;-.f^; -:???:??';'% / Thero was a light in the window- of tho com iposer's apartment as tho, auoiont inventor' ap- Eroaohed the house: On knocking at tho ^oor o recoived no~aiiswer, oiid opening it, ho. por ooived tho composer lying on tho sofa.. Ap .pronchihg him, and taking* his hand, he found 'b.0 was.unconsoious. Hastily ?' nhoorking a— bottle of wino 'ho brought to cheer his friond, ho' promptly had pourod somo of it down the side man's throat. This so far rovived him as to cause him to opon his eyes. ?^Butho. spoke not.';' When. heattorniited ?to'1 dofi so ho coughed violontly, and blood came to his lips. , ..'. _ ., , . - ] His, agod friond ;was so alarmed that he'immo- j diatbly wc'nt'irt 'sea'roh'o'f a *dbotor,''butvwas%un-'' successful ; ho* triod a second and a third, but' nono-weroat hand, sothat he ,wasv compollodto, bo contont with loaving an urgent message ask ing that tho medical mau at whoso house ho had called last should repair to tho musioian's resi dence tho, moment he returned home. , t , T-v /'.-'? On regaining his friend's' ft par tmont'ho, found ; ^liim'in'tlib'Vamo condition— but another glass'.bf wine again somewhat revived him. ? Knowing that whot would please tho invalid would bo to refer to tho Requiem, the old ^man;quiotlyjask.edjhow-iti was getting on,«^»i ^ A 'yilio,musi6ia*ni8miled /faintly, and pointed -to\i his' de^k. '^His'f rieiid'at ' onco stepped1 'up to it, * and discorned at a glauco that the last page of the full scoro was fluinhccl ! Ho, tho, sido of his friond. ,...„., ,v Tlio lattor had grown moro pale; and'hiai'byesrv wero almost unnarthly in their brightness. With a tremendous effort tho composer at length managed to speak. ''*..?'' I. told you, father,' ho gasped, feebly forth, 'that I should havo rest when my Requiem was finished.' The old man's oyes filled with tears, and his 'hoart' waa too full for ?words.-- '-«?*?'- **????-? -:-, -—w-»-'w, Tho musioiait had saarcoly nttorcd this last remark whon a faint strain of choral musio stolo swootly on tho . air of tho oalm winter anight. gv;s*»--. ^rvvim™^ ?%n ' Opon .tho Kwindow, fathor.'.'jwhisperod tho\ siokman.g ga , §$ %$, ?K&, .$$ ,?.? Tho oldor^bno'promptly oomplled, and^distanfaa as tho olioir was, tho two dearly caught tho

sound of the strain the younger ono already , loved./; ''.'; ;....-.' : : ' ' ' Tho mistletoe and holly also ; ^Your dwellings now adorn. ? v The reilborrle in the prickly tree . IJleodH bright for Christinas morn. 'Mine, father !'- whispered tho sufferer, 'exultingly. 'How- sweet and peaoeful it sounds J' ? The old man listened, and watched the counte nance of his friend with eager anxiety, counting .tho moments till the. doctor should arrive. But no dootor came., 'Ho' administered *a little more wine, and tho invalid seemed to regain momentary strength. He pointed to his desk, by the side of which lay a paper containing tho words to whioh his Requiem had been composed, and'signed'to the' old irianto fetch it. ., ;. .' r -. ' 'S . . '??'This' being done,' and the older direoting an ? inquiring look at tho face of his friend, the com poser begged with a supremo effort that he would read it to him, with, which the other at 'once prepared sadly to comply. ' But ore he commenced, the poor composer, whoso countenance boro an aspect of sublimo -poace, stretched forth his feeble ; arms to his friend' and drew the venerable face down to his' own,,' saying, %? ,;'???'' ? ??'? -, ''. , .-.' '?'- .'--'?' . ??.'.' First :kiss me fatheri' x :?'?- '? # i ..';*.. Tho old man kissed him on the forehead. Then he began to read. And one by one, tho solemn, but tender messages of peaco fell upon the ear of tho com poser. ' I heard a voice from Heaven, saying unto me, write, from henoeforth blessed are the dead which die. in the Lord ; even so, saiththe Spirit, ?forlthey rest from 'their labors.''. 1 t'-'ii '''? ;. AYhon tho old man i had got thus far, ho turned , ( his hoa'd to glance atlhis' friend.:. /. « j; '.A J. ''? There, before him, lay the sublime beauty of death ! He had lived but to finish his Requiem. And .. had iruly .come.. ..,.,. .,....,... ? .,.,. ?