A country mimstrcl seldom pleases the
refined taste; and, to escape from the
noise and intense heat I turned away to
a small group of benches, and began to
read the book which wss my constant
companion. Presently I heard sounds so
soft, penetrating and sweet, that the
memory of them will never be effaced. It
was one of Weber's waltzes, executed by
a master's band on an excellent violin. 1
arose to return as if by magnetic attrac
tion, and walked beside two peasants
who were -on their way to the feast
I remarked: "It is impossible to waltz
to a tone played to slowly."
"You are right," replied the young man;
but in the Intervals of the country dances
we often ask the old father to play us
some of his airs, and he never refuses.
Ah ! air, they moved us to the heart, just
as wife shake the grain under the flail.
