Giuseppe Stanzieri, a young composer, whose extraordinary genius and attainments gave promise of a brilliant career, died a few days ago at Paris. " He was born," says the Gazette Musicale, " at Naples, where his father was a manufacturer of pianos.
Lablache was one of the first to encourage the natural talent shown by him at an early age. Afterwards he went to Vienna, where his reputation increased. Next he went to Paris, where the infant prodigy grew up, but without losing the aspect and delicacy of childhood. Several illnesses combined to attack this feeble being. He died totally delirious, asking for his coat to go out, and, when he had received the last sacrament, protesting that to do so was the most pleasant thing imaginable, and that in future he would confess every Sunday.
It was in this state of joyous fever, so to speak, that he unconsciously breathed his last."
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