As the parting words of our great artist, who, spite of all the sorrows he had to bear, preserved, throughout a cheerful, joyous nature, we may cite the following lines from a note of his, written near the close of his life--lines eloquently indicative of his sweet composure during his last days. They run thus: “Dear sir,” he replies to the admonitions of a friend--the original autograph, in Italian, is preserved in London--“willingly would I follow your advice, but how can I do it? My brain is distracted. It is with difficulty that I can collect my thoughts, and I cannot dismiss the picture of that unknown man from my mind. He is ever before me, praying for, urging me for, demanding that _Requiem_. I continue working because work does not exhaust me as much as the absence of employment. I know by my feelings that my hour has come. It is striking even now. I am in the region of death. I have reached my end, without having reaped the pleasure my talent should have brought me. And yet life was so beautiful! My career opened under such happy auspices; but one cannot change his destiny. No one can fix the number of his days. We must be resigned and do what Providence decrees.” “Wir wandeln durch des Tones Macht Froh durch des Todes duestre Nacht.” Thus gravely and solemnly sing the soulfull and ideally transfigured lovers in the _Magic Flute_--Mozart’s own confession. It is the expression of the new and deep spring of life given to humanity in his music; and Mozart remained to his latest breath a consecrated priest of the purifying and sanctifying influence of his own melodies. His creations will live as long as humanity clings to the life of its own soul, and seeks higher nutriment for that life. THE END. TALES FROM FOREIGN TONGUES, COMPRISING =MEMORIES; A STORY OF GERMAN LOVE.= BY MAX MÜLLER. =GRAZIELLA; A STORY OF ITALIAN LOVE.= BY A. DE LAMARTINE. =MARIE; A STORY OF RUSSIAN LOVE.= BY ALEX. PUSHKIN. =MADELEINE; A STORY OF FRENCH LOVE.= BY JULES SANDEAU. _In neat box, per set_, _Price, $6.00._ _Sold separately, per volume_, _Price, $1.50._ Of “Memories” the London _Academy_ says: “It is a prose poem. * * * It is seldom that a powerful intellect produces any work, however small, that does not bear some marks of its special bent, and the traces of research and philosophy in this little story are apparent, while its beauty and pathos show us a fresh phase of a many-sided mind, to which we already owe large debts of gratitude.” Of “Graziella” the Chicago _Tribune_ says: “It glows with love of the beautiful in all nature. * * * It is pure literature, a perfect story, couched in perfect words. The sentences have the rhythm and flow, the sweetness and tender fancy of the original. It is uniform with ‘Memories,’ and it should stand side by side with that on the shelves of every lover of pure, strong thoughts, put in pure, strong words. ‘Graziella’ is a book to be loved.”