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42 An Old Rhyme. for our King and Fatherland! The Lord is on our side!” rent the aur. ‘The window at which the listener stood was open. The Director stepped inside with eager haste, and put forth his hand upon the slight man’s shoulder. “Found! Found!” he exclaimed. ‘ You must come back to England with me. ‘There cannot be a second trumpeter in the world like you.” : The musician put his instrument down, and turned a wondering glance upon the impetuous speaker. The latter began again. ‘ Yes, yes,” he proceeded i in a reassuring tone; ‘“‘I am in earnest. I do not jest. I am the Royal Musical Director in London. I can make your fortune for you. I have been searching for a spendid solo trumpeter and have found you in the nick of time. I will certainly take you back to England with me.” ‘The other smiled. He was as calm as the speaker was excited. ‘‘Tt is impossible,” he said softly. ‘‘I have no time. I have, as you see, to teach my pupils myself, for my name is Haydn—Joseph Haydn.” One year later, however, Prince Esterhazy died, and Salomon then succeeded in inducing this great man to come over to London for one of the Hanover Square concert evenings. On this occasion Haydn conducted the performance of one of his own symphonies, to the delight of an applauding audience. He was not the only German musician present who then did honour to his country. <A singer named Gertrude Mara was universally allowed to be the Prima Donna of the day, and to have distinguished herself far above all the Italian and French singers then in England. During the supper party which wound up the night, the Director read out Dr. Burney’s old rhyme, and told, amid much laughter and applause, the story of his hunt after a trumpeter. Haydn was chuckling with the rest, when his fair countrywoman, the Queen of Song, quickly rose from her seat, hastened to him, and kissed him on the lips, putting a hand, the while, on each side of his head, and thereby dispersing a cloud of powder. All the other ladies present followed her example; and Joseph afterwards declared this was the prettiest and pleasantest ovation he had ever received. It was during his stay in England that Haydn composed his best oratorio. NARISSA Rosavo. CORnmicloookx<s.Cconn