THE TRIBUNE.
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From the Hartford Times,


OLE BULL.
10 Pran! 10 sing,


Honor to the Fiddle-King
King, by "right divine" and holy,
All the world has crowned thee, Ole
Had the Northern hordes of old,
Forth from Scandinavia cold,
Rushing like starved wolves for prey
Had they, Ole. heard thee play,
They had ever kept al home
They had never plundered Rome.
Hadst thon lived in those old days,
When music met such fitting praise,
The trees that moved al Orpheus' tones,
The trees and beasts, and senseless stones,
Ne'er would they have sought thee so
Running would have been too slow;
They'd have Zen the railroad car,
And come TO thee from near and far.
Whence the magic didst thou learn
Into golden sounds to turn
All thou touchest-ail 10 change
Into something rich and strange ?"
So sad thy mourniul measures flow,
We seem 10 hear, In realms below,
The Lord Of ancien, melody,
LamentiDg lost Eurydice
Yet when thou soarest free and high,
" As if native to the sky
We're sure Apollo's self has given
Thee lessons in The highest heaven
Listening thy wild music, we
Mighty panoramas see,


And such sounds we seem 10 hear
AS were too great Tor mortal ear;
Now changeful streamle,'s flow,
Rippling gaily, nurmuring, allow;
Now the little sounds advance,
Nimble as fairies in the dance,
And like the sunbeam's tinny notes,
Each in golden glory fioais;
Now the sweetness such doth seem
As of song heard in dream;
Or the hearts oil lovers biest,
Beating music in the breast,
Both one measure-unrl We
Grow faint, as an oerladen bee
With excess OF harmony;


And our minds 10 nerveless air
Seem dissolved, and here and there
We SWAY and slide, without will,
Slaves Of slightest impulse, till
Crash !-as when the thunder's stroke
Topples down the lofty oak,
And the quivering birds dart out


From their nests upon irs bough-
such our fancy's fearful rout


At that startling sound-and now
Our souls are driven, like an ocean
Before the hurricanes fierce notion
Wilder, louder, grows the Storm
Every sound. and everv form,
As terribly we sweep along,
MDgle like maniac ihroDg,
Norway's awful whirlpool roars,
Like the Lake that hath no shores
Norway's vast black rocks arise,
Like Hsllsmoke soaring 10 the skies.
10 Pecan! TO sing,
Honor To The Mnstrel-King
Thousand years shall come and go,
Thousand nations shall lie low"
And new races shall arise,
From seed Time scatters as he flies
Old stars shall iade, and new ONES bloom
Flowers DER the worlds gigantic tomb
But men shall ever waIt in VAN
To look upon thy like again.
Another Homer may arise-
Another Newton light the skies
Another Venus burst the foam
Another Ole ne'er shall come.