who knew him only by the name of Mr. Joseph. Every Saturday he cheerfully delivered the stipulated number of minuets, landerl, and waltzes to M. Puderlein, which he was requested to compose for the week. Puderlein took these pieces to the manager of a celebrated dancing saloon, who paid him for each complete minuet two conventions florins for a waltz, one and a half, and so on. M. Puderlein locked this money scrupulously in a chest, to use it in due time for Joseph's benefit. For this purpose he urged Joseph to greater works, and to the completion of something that might be worth making, to the public.

Joseph answered, "this quartetto when it is finished, may be ventured as an essay. With the help of God, I hope to make something good of it!-but what editor will take it, as I am not a gentleman by birth and have no patron to whom I can dedicate it."

We will see about that," smiled Puderlein; "finish the thing first, without neglecting your dances! I tell you a wise man begins with little and ends with something great. Have good courage."

Joseph worked as hard as he could, but was every day more enamored of the beautiful Nanny; and Nanny seemed equally fascinated with the handsome black-eyed boy. Wenzel Puderlein was a close observer, but as every thing went on innocently, he let the young people alone, only scolding them sometimes when Haydn forgot his compositions, or Nanny her housekeeping, in idle love-making.

But there was another person who looked on not so quietly.-M. Ignatz, the apprentice, thought he had a prior right to Miss Nanny's affection. Heaven knows with what justice, for it belongs to the impossibilities for girls of fourteen in Vienna to number their lovers.

Is is certain, however, that M. Ignatz was filled with rage when he saw pretty Nanny and Joseph so much together. Often he felt tempted to throw his powder-bag and curling-iron at them, while he heard them singing tender duetts. Nanny had a delightful voice, and being fond of music, was Joseph's most attentive scholar.

The exasperated rival could at length no longer endure the torments of jealousy. One morning he went to his

master, and betrayed what he thought was a secret, the love of the two young people. How surprised was he when M. Puderlein, instead of going into a passion, and turning Joseph out of the house, only smiled, and said, "What you tell me, M. Ignatz, I have long known, and it is all very well so."

"No; it is not well!" cried Ignatz, after a silence of speechless astonishment. "No, it is not all well, M. Puderlein! you know, that I-I-have loved your daughter for years."

It was M. Puderlein's turn to be sur

prised, and he replied, very angrily,— 66 Not a word I know-nor will I know a word of such a thing! You love my daughter? Go, take your powder-bag and curling-irons and attend to your customers, and indulge yourself no more in such flights of fancy. My daughter will have nothing to do with you, nor I either, I assure you."

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M. Puderlein! There was a time when "Oh! you spoke not always thus, and your daughter”— "Hold your tongue, and begone!" "M. Puderlein! You are a man of honor. Be just to my long and faithful I always took your part, services. when I heard any one say,- Puderlein is a silly old stingy fellow!' I always said, 'It is not true'-even when it was true."

"Have done with your talking!"

"M. Puderlein, be generous! I entreat you, on my knees, let me have your daughter for my wife?"

"You shall have a box on the ear to bring you to reason!"

"What!" exclaimed Ignatz, jumping up from the floor, where he was kneeling-"a box on the ear-to me! me, a free tradesman of the hair-dressing community!"

And if you were a king, and if you were an emperor-and if you had a golden crown on your head, and a sceptre in your hand-here is my own house-I am master, and I repeat that I will give you a box on the ear, if you behave no better."

"Well, very well," replied Ignatz, insolently, "M. Puderlein, we are separated! I will instantly leave this treacherous house, and you and your wig-blocks! But I know how to reWhen misfortune venge myself! comes upon you, and your faithless

daughter, and that stripling musician, then think of me."

The apprentice left the house full of plans of revenge. M. Puderlein was very angry; Nanny laughed; Joseph was in the garden thinking only of his quartetto, on which he was just then engaged.

M. Wenzel Puderlein saw the time approaching, when the attention of the whole imperial city would be drawn towards him as the protector and fosterer of a great musical genius. The dances Joseph had composed for the dancing-masters in the Leopoldstadt, had been heard already in the saloons of the aristocracy; and they were praised everywhere for their lightness, grace, and youthful animation! But all the gentlemen and ladies asked in vain after the name of the composer; nobody knew him; and Joseph himself had no idea what a sensation his little compositions were creating. Puderlein knew it, however, and looked forward anxiously and impatiently for the completion of the first quartetto.

At last the manuscript was ready; Puderlein took it, hurried with it to the printer, made arrangements for the publication; using, for this purpose, the funds he had received for Joseph's dances. Haydn, who knew that his whimsical protector took care of his interests, left every thing to him, commenced a new quartetto, and had soon almost forgotten the old one.

M. Ignatz, on his part, had forgotten nothing; and wished for nothing more than to play a trick on M. Puderlein.

An occasion was soon found. His new principal sent him one morning to the Baron Von Furnberg, to dress his hair.

The young Baron Von Swieten was there, and talking of the brilliant ball, the night before, at the Princess Esterhazy's, and the beautiful new dances of the unknown composer. In the enthusiasm of his praise he went to the piano and played part of a waltz which Ignatz recognised as Nanny's, which Joseph had composed for her.

"I would give fifty ducats!" exclaimed the Baron, when Von Swieten had finished, "if I knew the name of that composer ?"

"Fifty ducats?" said Ignatz, aloud,

"your honor, excuse me-your honor! I believe I can tell you his name!"

"If you can do it with certainty, the fifty ducats shall be yours!" said Von Swieten and Furnberg.

I can, your honor! It is Joseph Haydn."

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How! Joseph Haydn !-what do you know of him?" cried the two young gentlemen. The hair-dresser told what he knew of Haydn's life in Puderlein's house, and took care to represent his ancient's principle as miserly and tyrannical.

"Horrible!" exclaimed his hearers, when Ignatz had finished his narration. "This old hair-dresser keeps the young man hidden from the world-makes him work for his gain, and shuts him up like a prisoner! We must deliver him!"

Ignatz failed not to tell them, they would thus do a very charitable action, and gave them instructions how to manage matters with young Haydn, in case M. Puderlein should be at home.

The young Baron Von Swieten determined to go instantly to his favorite, and engaged Ignatz to accompany him. The hair-dresser felt very proud while seated in an elegant coach opposite the Baron, and driving to the Leopoldstadt.

When they arrived at Puderlein's house, the Baron leaped out of the carriage, entered the house, and went upstairs, to the room where Joseph Haydn was busily engaged at his new quar

tetto.

How great was the surprise of the youth when he saw his aristocratic visitor! He was unable to utter a single word, but bowed low to his noble guest, in silence.

The young Baron was all the more earnest and kind. He told him how his friends (of whom Joseph knew nothing) grieved about his disappearance. He spoke of the general admiration his compositions had excited, and told how many inquiries had been made after the gifted composer. At last he concluded, " your fortune is now made; Baron Von Furnberg, a great patron of the arts, my father, and myself-all will assist you. We will introduce you to the Prince of Esterhazy! Make ready to leave this house, and deliver yourself as soon as possible from the tyranny of the covetous hair-dresser.

plunge my daughter and myself into misery!"

Joseph did not go, but with tears embraced M. Puderlein, who tried to push him back, while his protegé held him fast. "M. Puderlein,' cried Haydn, "listen to me! there is nothing false in me! Let me call you father! Give me Nanny for my wife! I will marry her, I will love and honor her all my life. Ah! believe me, I am not ungrateful!"

M. Puderlein became more quiet; he sank into the arm-chair and called to the young couple: "Come hither, my children, kneel down before me, that I can give you my blessing! This evening shall be the betrothal, and four weeks hence we will have the wedding."

Joseph and Nanny kneeled down before M.Puderlein, and he blessed them, and they all wept a great deal. That same evening all was mirth at No 7, on the Danube, in the Leopoldstadt, for the organist, Joseph Haydn, celebrated his betrothal with the beautiful Nanny,

The young Baron Von Swieten and Von Furnburg were very much disturbed, when they came the next morning to deliver young Haydn out of the hands of M. Puderlein, to find him the betrothed of the pretty Miss Nanny. They made urgent representations to him, but Joseph stood firm, and kept his word, as an honest man, to M. Puderlein and to his bride.

It is true, that he afterwards found this step had been a precipitate one, but he never repented it; and when his terrestrial muse played too many discords, he sought and found comfort with the celestial companion, who, ever young, and fresh, and lovely, walks with the true artist through life; to him she showed herself so propitious, that after centuries have passed-generations, as they advance, will pronounce Haydn's name with pious and joyful emotion.

M. H.