Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1850-10-18
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expressions, and still less in the great name of its
author; although such is the true but indispensable
opinion OF the world, exhibited by its praisng that
sueapl OF poesy alone which gushes from fountain
uead already celebrated. Its essence only dwels
where sentiment flows forth natural and uncons!rain
eu' II may be In numbers unadorned Justly has
niolher "oose received her due need of praise from
ne reviewers but where is there found one who will
sH MS reputation for criticism by daring to face the
sheers and Jeers of soothing world so that the ne
saoes nature own poet, may notbe passed by with
snehce TO sleep the long sleep of oblivion WHY
shouu we check the utterance of our emotions since
even our very inward thoughts rise up in mutiny
when we deny the influence of negro melody. The
sQhh Is OF the dark featured bard are sung at the
norm as well at the South; GU western wilds echo
10 Their music as waited from the East Every
nreeze bears upon its pnions either the quick and
hVely measures of Daniel Tucker or the sweet and
mournful tones Of the pleasant Zephyr But our
TASK Is not panegyic, assertion unalded by argument
will not convince. Who will have the boldness to
affirm that these melodies are useless that they are
the mere shrinking cymbal and sounding brass . ev-
en- II the native simplicity and sweet moving pathos
OF the soul, which they possess, be disregarded-for
back upon the stage of existence springs one who
srasPlng a dusky maiden by the arm, brings to our
memory the long forgotten dance,
81 hops and skips and do just so,
And every time turn about
jumps Jim Crow''
And can other lessons be gathered. that shall
cast down the evil feelings of our heart, and cause
by natural repulslon the innate principles of good
TO resume their accustomed sway, lessons that shall
make us to our latest days bless the source from
which they sprang. Let him who during the pass
ing scenes of life has performed some duty, not
wholly devoid of merit, and who at the reception Of
the congratulations of his admirers begins to harbor
the vain and egotstical thought that he is really
Somebody restrain his sefconcet but an instant to
receive these words:
My old massa told me o,
| The prettiest little mig in the County O.,
| looked in the glass and found it so,
just like Old Massa told me o.
When death has stood in our milst-has folded
around the loved one Of our soul its chilling fearful
wings, and borne her away to that 'and from whose
bourne no traveller returns, who does not feel
dark and dismal solitude existing in itself, which
neither the sparkling glass of the festive board nor
the concelts and qurks of flashing wit, can dspel
Will not such an one be ready to respond to the Poets
grief as he mourns the loss of departed Lucy in those
touching words
tOh poor Lucy Neal-and o poor Lucy Neal
If had you by my side, how happy would fcel''
Still other lessons, like the glittering ore of gold
may be dug from this mine; such as the simple al
uslons bearing more weight and producing more eff
feet than serious admoniton or the most ong-wind-
ed discourse. How have those authors who, wond-
rous wise themselves, command us as we value our
own interest and temporal welfare TO ''take care of
the pennies as the pounds will take care of them
Selves, benefited others. Their sage advice dart
ing against the spendthrilts shield ofthoughtessness
+ gances harmessy by, leaving him undsturbed in
his luxurious ease, till 'riches take to themselves
wings and fly away" but can any one fail TO dis
cover and apply the moral contained in the follow
ing verse:
"OldZip Coon came riding by
Says young man your horse will die,
o, if he dies I'll tan his skin,
And if he lives I'll rid him again
And now the wearied author of negro melodies.
who has charmed the world with natures beauties.
hits up his feeble voice to claim that ease and enoy-
ment which is the prerogative ofhis venerable snowy
| locks:
"IIang up the idde and the bow,
Lay down the shovel and the hoe
There's no more hard work for poor Old Ned
For he's going where the good nggers Coz
And now we beseech the world (our little world
at least, ITO do justice to the black man. The wrongs
OF the Indian have long agitated the minds of every
one. The most sparkling gems have been dragged
up from the Castilian lount to mourn his loss The
"light-wnged tropes of eloquence'' have flashed be-
lore our tired vision to do him honor; and must we
then conclude that the ''de'' of let with which ma
lure stamped the negro was less perfect than the one
OF copper whose impress is the Indian O, NAV the
time soon come when honor shall be rendered where
honor belongs; when spendidly illustrated volume
OF Darkey songs will be found in the library of every
rational man; and the duslSy made Africa's sultry
chimes, emigratng from the Mountains Of the Moon.
will then climb the heights of steep Parnassus to re-
cline amid the immortal nine, and hail the muse of
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