On Genius. Al9 
Thomas Warton, the historian of English 
poetry, for Gothic architecture and for the 
wild, romantic associations, with which it is 
connected, has been ascribed with great pro- 
bability by his brother to a very strong im- 
pression of delight made upon him at an 
early age, by seeing Windsor Castle. Mr. 
D'Israeli, in his illustrations of the literary 
stance may impress the mind of youthful Geuius, and what encreased 
vividness it may add to the asssociations of delight with its favourite 
pursuit—we may learn from the following curious anecdote in the life of 
Haydn :—Reuter, Maitre de Chapelle of St. Stephen’s, Vienna, who 
who was in treaty with the relatives of Haydn. to receive him as one 
of the choristers of that Cathedral, had been teaching the little musi- 
cian how to shake. The child immediately made a good shake. 
Reuter, enchanted with the success of his scholar, took a plate of fine 
cherries, which had been brought for his own refreshment, and emptied 
“them all into the child’s pocket. His delight may be readily conceived. 
“Haydn” says his biographer ‘“ has often mentioned this anecdote to 
me, and he added, laughing, that, whenever he happened to shake, he 
still thought he saw these beautiful cherries,” This reference to musi- 
cal Genius calls to mind some circumstances in the early history of 
Mozart, strongly corroborative of the principles, which we lave at- 
tempted to lay down on this interesting subject. ‘ Before he had ac- 
quired a decided taste for music, he was so fond of all the amusements 
of his age, which were in any way calculated to interest him, that he 
sacrificed even his meals to them,”— “ While he was learning arithmetic, 
the tables, the chairs, and even the walls. were covered with figures 
which he had chalked upon them. The vivacity of his mind led him to 
attach himself to every new object that was presented to him. Music, 
however, soon became again the favourite object of his pursuit.” He 
was distinguished also by the warmth of his affection. ‘¢ He would say 
ten times in a day to those about him, Do you love me well? aud when- 
ever in jest they said No, the tears would roll down his cheeks.” 
Lives of Haydn and Mozart, from the French 
of L. A, C, Bombet. pp. 26 and 338. 
