The Sumter banner. [volume] (Sumterville, S.C.) 1846-1855, 1849-09-12
sTHEMUsIcIA ANDTHEBILL.


aaIH HEMUSICIAN AND THEBULL.
Some years since, there lived In the
42eits of B., q celebrated performer
5 on the French Horn. He was Of Ger.
men descent, but was nevertheless
proud of America, the land Of his ma.
tiYity, and looked upon all imported
musicians with bitter contempt. Ro.
tberbill was a favorite with the people of
B., and was invited to almost every
ertainment given by the elite Of the
= oity,
But sorry am I to say that the French
Torn was not the only cornucopiary ar
! ticle to which the great musician was
devoted. a horn Of brandy and water
was equally his delight, and nm even
&ing's entertainment was scarcely ever
closed before he had risen to q state Of
beatitudc, seldom attained by water
loving mortals.
It was cold night in December.
when all the gay fashionables of B.
had assembled at the residence Of one
of the wealthicst citizens in the vicinity
Of the city. The party was brilliant
one, and the gifted Roberbill was in his
glory. Ile never performed better in
his life. Ho soutdid' himsclf.--I'he
soft and mellow tones foatcd from his
magic horn like the enrapturing strains
of enchanted isle.-Gaily and ioy-
fully passed the hours, until sthe clock
sold the hour for retiring But, alas!
tho truth must be told. Poor Mr.. Ro-
berbill! what ails thee now? Is it the
inspiration Of the music, or of the spirit
stirring draught too freely imbibed that
causes thy eye to glitter so wildly? Al
as! cannot tell! But certain it is.
that when Mr.. Rocrbill started on his
homeward course, his vision was very
soblique,' and his steps, as CARLYLE
would say, a little 'obiquer.' Being
IN that hour Of bliss somewhat fond Of
the line of beauty, he wandered out of
his way, and presently found himself i'll
afield, where large Durham was wont
to roam. As he manfully worked his
way through the drifting snow, and
staggered brave onward, he was OBJ
served by the bull, who, that is the
bull-not liking the ill-timed invasion of
his ancient domain, advanced menac-
ingly towards the intruder. Mr.. Ro-
erbill, by this time had met with an in
surmountablc obstacle, and fallen pro-
strate on o bank of snow, which, being
observed by the indignant animal, he
halted; and, after proudly paving the
snow covered earth, gave one loud, and
not altogether unmusical below. The
fallen hero turned his eyes upon the as
sailant, and after carefully surveying
his person, exclaimed, in the most co.
temptuous tones.
ssir, you are an imported musician
--hic-yes you are,-and nothing
else. Sound A, sir-sound A.
sBoo-oo-o! roared The bull.
Sound Al say, sound A. replied
Mr.. Roerbill.
sBoo-oo.ov repeated the bull.
THAT amt A, you imported rascal
cried the indignant musician.
'Boooo.o! roared the bull in still loud
or notes.
Pretty good-prctty good! Now
sound B, you foreign imposter!!' cried
Mr.. Roerbill, at the top Of his voice.
But this time he received no reply.
The infuriatcd animal, instead of obey
ing the mandate of poor Roerbill, push
ed upon the fallen hero, and raising him
on his horns threw him twenty PAGES
over small ravine near by. Forum
arely, Roerbill alighted on another
bank of snow, and was not much iniur-
ed. lie arose in q few moments, dash.
ed the snow from his face, and turning
towards the bull, and Indignantly shak-
ing his fist at the still cnraged beast,
exclaimed:
Sir, you may be good musician,
but you are no gentlemann
Great Vest.