Said Fortune to a common spit,
    “Your rust and grease I’ll rid ye on,
  And make ye in a twinkling fit
     For Ireland’s Sword of Gideon!”

  In vain! what Nature meant for base
     All chance for good refuses;
  M. gave one gleam, then turned apace
     To dirtiest kitchen uses.

BEETHOVEN:  HIS CHILDHOOD AND YOUTH.

(From Original Sources.)

There is upon record a remark of Mozart—­probably the greatest musical genius that ever lived—­to this effect:  that, if few had equalled him in his art, few had studied it with such persevering labor and such unremitting zeal.  Every man who has attained high preeminence in Science, Literature, or Art, would confess the same.  At all events, the greatest musical composers—­Bach, Handel, Haydn, Gluck—­are proofs that no degree of genius and natural aptitude for their art is sufficient without long-continued effort and exhaustive study of the best models of composition.  And this is the moral to be drawn from Beethoven’s early life.

"Voila Bonn!  C’est une petite perle!" said the admiring Frenchwoman, as the Cologne steamboat rounded the point below the town, and she caught the first fair view of its bustling landing-places, its old wall, its quaint gables, and its antique cathedral spires.  A pearl among the smaller German cities it is,—­with most irregular streets, always neat and cleanly, noble historic and literary associations, jovial student-life, pleasant walks to the neighboring hills, delightful excursions to the Siebengebirge and Ahrthal,—­reposing peacefully upon the left bank of the “green and rushing Rhine.”  Six hundred years ago, the Archbishop-Electors of Cologne, defeated in their long quarrel with the people of the city of perfumery, established their court at Bonn, and made it thenceforth the political capital of the Electorate.  Having both the civil and ecclesiastical revenues at their command, the last Electors were able to sustain courts which vied in splendor with those of princes of far greater political power and pretensions.  They could say, with the Preacher of old, “We builded us houses; we made us gardens and orchards, and planted trees in them of all manner of fruits”; for the huge palace, now the seat of the Frederick-William University, and Clemensruhe, now the College of Natural History, were erected by them early in the last century.  Like the Preacher, too, “they got them men-singers and women-singers, and the delights of the sons of men, as musical instruments, and that of all sorts.”  Music they cherished with especial care:  it gave splendor to the celebration of high mass in chapel or cathedral; it afforded an innocent and refined recreation, in the theatre and concert-room, to the Electors and their guests.