Southern telegraph., 1836-09-06

Af0iAiGNg alIs
"Ay--ah, alb, ha--yes, sir" he went on,
as he saw me compress my lips to utter the
word, pray"-"yes, to sOoth the savage
breast--i. is-music is the food Of love, as
they say in the play--so give us Yankee
DOode.n Upon which the band struck up,
and was silenced.
"Hold," Dick ordered. The music ceased,
and was teaihg again, and Corsooth the
hard breath ng Of one, as if affected with
Group, whizzed in my ear. "Mr. Troiter,"
said this gentleman, with face as red as a
lobster, and eyes squirting between sleep
ing and waking look" Wine with YOU,
sir" | slipped. "Music,n he continued
Mr.. Trotter, you dou'i know its power
this horn"--as he whirled it within a
hairs breadth of breaking my nose-"is a
noble cne--it can do any Thing, and will
show how Handel, with il, initiated the hop
ping of frogs and the buzzing of flies, in his
Israel in Egypt" And then he blew
blast that Handel himself could hear,
lot him be wherever he maybe in the next
world--ii almost split my head.
"Ihot is not equal to Frobergcr, Mr..
Troiter," said another hopeful, he repre-
sented in an al,emand Count Thurn's
escape over the Rhine by twenty caaracts
or falls, in notes, thus-yiz :"--and here the
gentleman fourished on bis claronet, every
now AMI then stamping his foot, and snivei-
ing like goat.
" That was nothing,H said another to me
=" Buxlehude explained the nature of the
planets on the harp.n
"Poh," )" exclaimed Tom, "why Thomson
stole his poem from Yiyaldi's musical des-
crip,ion Of the four seasons"
1.-The devil be did?'--inquircd Bob, Il
notorious wag--" didn't know that before -
Music, Mr. Trotlor, aff,rds other plea
Isures besides these Of imitation--yes, sir
IycS, MIR. Trottor--!or instance were | to
strike you with a stick on the head, the
blow would ever after be &ssocinted in your
! mind with The sound 'Whackr Associa-
ton, gentlemen, you have overlooked"
" But that certainly would not bc plea
sure, sir''- observed.
Certainly not to you," he replied, with
a very suspicious lecr--" understand me,
however, sir, as having reference to my
} own pleasure--you know that ones own
, experience, or consciousness, is the rule
, that governs all in the stndy Of metaphy-
sizes"
) Precisely" said Dick" precisely.
The sound of Mr.. Trotter'S voice, so musi.
cal in itself, associates in my mind one o
those instances, which will account for the
now lost Influence of ancient music. 1t oc.
Cured not far from whore | am sitting
There was man, don't say gentleman
5 but dunner--he was sly of soul, and en-
! larged his mouth iy dnnning--for too much
talk Will enlarge the mouth, you KNOWN
+ offence" he continued, as he bowed to The
table, "prcscnt company always eycoptcd.'
: Damn him, he kaeD Ihad q large mouth.
: "Well," said Dick" this hea---marh
f me, gont'cmcn--this flea, that skipped from
the congcnal hide of his currish abode, I,
suck The gentle blood Of such as you all are
! came to the house of friend Of mine, anc
e was so charmed with the music be there
' heard, that ha never thought of dunning a
. all, and went home aud declared that he
= never wouId!'
t Wonderfully exclaimed all" is it pos
! sible what do you think of that, Mr. Trot
ter?"
4 | was maddened, and boldly addressed
f the master of these revcls. "Bat did he
f hear, or could he hoar2' For Immediately
' there was an Internal jar Of catgut, reed,
e and French horns; and, what vexed mC
= most, was to behold Dick seemingly rayish
" od--kecPing time with his legs aud hand.
}, turning up bis eyes, and nodding assen
!, to every thing said, when kneu be coill
r not hear word; for could not heaf my
d self And this hury burly was continued
. until | resumed my seat.
Not to be oudone, | concealed my anger
feared that, unless did so, these riater
might make me fly out Of the window with
out wings. ] noted that the musicians
# played all the time | leaned towards Dick
and ceased when resumed an erect posi-
It ton. So | thought would outwit them
= and leaning forward, the music was agoiI
t. commenced. Waiting in this attitude 70
It about ten minutes, TO punish ghos-llkt
fellow who blew one of the French horn
I beside me, and in his effort was sweatin,
- like an eel on = gridlron, at length drew
" myself back. The music, as usual, ceased
s. and, then, with a sudden dart of my lips t
n Dicks ear, | had got as far as Pray Sir"-
:, when oh! this curse. of all the mAi!ar
bands | ever heard in Charleston--thi
t, French horn was blown in my ear by th
same lank creature whose exertions,
St thought; had melted away his strength
c not his life. Upon which Dick>excnimed
!" rubbing his hands" Thank you, Mr. Nal
e am indebted TO you for that piano note.
puts me in mind of Rossini. There is al
r. anocdote of him. Boy, wine"--he con
ia tinued, as he saw the fixed intent in IN
ID eyes--"help yourself, Mr.. Nail, Mr. Trol
e ter will pledge" He lied, | Iueyor told hin
so; but had to sip my wine.
IS " "Well, Rossini--silence that cacklin
ben, boy"--never the one did hear
ID "The earth must keep siIence,n he wen
= on to say, "when | speak of Rossini Wei