Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1851-04-02
For the Lewisburg Chronicle.
Music that Is not exactly Music.

Mr.. EDITOR Not long since, one of
vour cotemporaries contained an essay on
Music-semi-serious semi-comic-which
has induced me to " grasp my pen" with a
view to enter my protest against one Of
its recommendations.
The writer of the article in question,
deems it highly commendablc and proper,
that polunteer music should be compensd-
ted, particularly when emitted by bevy
of love-lorn Adonises, signing under the
(supposed) apartments of ladyes faire," !"
and disburdening over-filled bosoms of
some of their superAuous melody, o mig hts.
We object, because
l. Every person-and especially every
lady-has a right to choose his or her
own music, and is not under obligation to
be grateful to every moon-struck or ILL
disposed wight who may demand his or
her ear.
,. "Night is the time for rest for
quiet, comfort, andrepose. with all respec-
table people and even music was not
intended to be used for " making night
hileous," or soaring either the genus
h1no or canine.
g. Serenaders very often hit upon the
most inopportune time possible to display
the powers of their own sweet voices, (for
such beings always imagine themselves
charming singers as well as killingly beau
tiful in person.) Frequently, rude out
bursts of song mar the sacred stiffness of
the night, to the serious offence and injury
of nervous childhood, and irritable old
age; and to others suffering from i'll health,
the turn Of disease is often thus deprived
Of its proper serenity.
4. Very little of the singing imposed
upon the public in this form, would be
tolerated in well instructed juvenile
singing-school. Most of those who thus
obtrusively thrust themselves upon the
public ears are not pleasant singers, and
are frequently under the influence Of
reckless spirit which renders them filter
subjects for the guard-house than for mu-
sic-teachers
The writer plainly hints that such
characters should be served as they were
said to have been BY lady somewhere
drop them down huge pound-cake, Iced,
and full of plums ~ The natural con-
nection between the ethereal joy of sing
ing, and munching sweet cake in the dark,
betrays at once the juvenility of the writer,
and the mixed character of his associations
We doubt not the lady had the best of the
bargain, if the loaf were large enough to
close their mouths completely. We would
advise (as treacle is very good for catching
smaller serenading insects) that molasses
candy be provided, as most efficient agent
in drawing together the teeth of the ephe-
neral, happy beings, who sometimes in
nocently infest certain localities. Or, If
their poetic fire burn so ardently that
they won't stop to eat cake or candy, the
last resort to preserve their precious brains
would be, to cool them off by shower
bath from any vessel near at hand sufh-
GENTLY pungent and saline to have deci-
ded character.
Another form Of volunteer music,
once common, is from Callithumpian
Banda relic of darkness, employed to
disturb sacred scene of enjoyment by
rude demands of ruder gormandizers, who
can neither tell or think wherein the fun
Of the thing exists Happily, Law
taken them in hand, and they will soon 6e
read Of, but never seen.
And last of all is the street organ
grinder, who plants himself at your win
dow or door, and, whether you are sat
home or absent, ill or well, deaf or dumb,
will turn of so many yards Of villainous
music, while his ,rOrse half shocks your
eyes ana CRATES upon your ears by singing
some foreign jargon for which you know
little and care less, and who will not move
Of and dissolve his congress of children
and gaping fools, until you have made him
Especial appropriation from your purse.
The vagabonds may the day soon come
when these strong, hearty men and women
shall be set at work, and no longer infest
Cur streets and haunt our houses
We are hearty lovers Of good music, at
proper times and places, and are therefore
anxious to have all caricatures of the kind
We have noticed, abolished. Were We i'll.
disposed to the divine art, We should wish