“My dear Johann Sebastian,” he said with deep emotion, “my heart bids me say a word to you before you leave your home. Some voice clearly tells me that great achievements and fame are in store for you. But whatever may be the outcome of the course you take this day, contrary to the usages and habits of our family, the greatest human fame is as nothing in God’s eyes if it is not humbly received by a pure and pious heart, which ascribes the honor to Him. Remember this, dear Johann Sebastian, and take from me, the eldest of the family, in place of your dear father, my heartiest wishes and blessings.”
He placed his hand upon the boy’s head, whispered a prayer, kissed him lightly upon the forehead, and softly said, “Now go in peace.”
“You shall not be disappointed in me, dear cousin,” said the boy with emotion, as he reverently kissed the hand of his well-wisher. “I shall never forget your words, never, and never shall I cease to be grateful for your fatherly kindness. Farewell.”
“God’s angels guide and guard you.”
The next moment he had left the organist’s house and with weeping eyes was hastening down the deserted street.
Chapter III
The First Step to Fame
“Good-morning! It is well that you are here at last, Sebastian,” exclaimed Erdmann, as he advanced to meet his friend. “The horses are already harnessed in the yard and the driver has not had to wait long for you. Come in at once.”
“Yes, yes,” said the breathless boy; “is my bag put on?”
“Certainly. I took it to the wagon myself. What is that slung on your back?”
“My own violin. My cousins gave it to me as part of my brother’s legacy. It was kind of them, don’t you think so?”