Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1852-10-22
Old Folks at Home.

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j Old Folks at Home.
To those of our readers who have heard
this popular melody, the following from
the Albany State Register, will be inter
esting. To those who have not, We have
only to say that they have lost treat
and we advise them to let it as soon as
possible. 1t is the best Ethiopian melody
that has made its appearance for long
time, and its success is most astonishing
more than seventy-fye thousand copies
having already been sold. Here is what
the Register says:
cod Folks at Home" the last negro
melody, is on every body's tongue, and
consequently in every body's mouth. Pi-
amos and guitars groan with it night and
day; sentimental young ladies' sing it !;
sentimental yoang gentlemen warble it
in midnight serenades; volatile young
:. bucks" hum i; in the midst of their bu-
sine>s and pleasures boatmen roar it out
steniorally at all hours and at all times !;
all the band. play it; amateur flute blow
ers agonize over it at every spare moment;
the street organs grind it out at every
hour; the " singing stars" carol it on the
theatrical boards, and at concerts; the
chambermaid sweeps and dusts to the
measured cadence Of Oil F,iks at Home:
the butchers boy treats you to a strain or
two Of it as he hands up the steaks for
dinner: the miISman mixes it up strangely
with the ding-dong Of his tireless cry
there is not u live darkey," young or
old, but can whistle, sing, dance, and play
it, and throw in Ben Bolt" by way Of
seasoning; indeed at every hour, aud at
every turn, we are forcibly impressed With
the interesting fact, that
WAY down upon de swanee rib5sr.
Far far away.
l,e-e's wha M heart is .urnin ebber,
DsTc's ~hs de Old ioiks stay
while the pathe,ic-we may add the soul
stiriug-chorus breaks upon the sympa-
thetic ear, in the following strain:
.sAil De world am sad and dreary,
Ebry where I roam.
Oh darkeys, how my heart grows weary,
x.tQp ae Old falSA SHINE. ..---r-s--
or two ago, four creditors started from
Boston. in the same train Of cars, for the
purpose of attaching the property OF
certain debtor in Pennington, in the
State of Maine He owed each one sepa-
rately, and they each were suspicious Of
the object of the other, but dared not say
a word about it.. So they rode acquain-
tances all, talking upon every thing except
that which they had most at heart. When
they arrived at the depot at Pennington,
which was three miles from where the
debtor did business, they found nothing to
"put 'em over the road" but solitary
cab, towards which they all rushed.
Three got in, and refused admittance to
the fourth, and the cab started. The
fourth ran after, and got upon the outside /
with the driver. He asked the driver it
be wanted to sell his horse. He replied
that he did not want to-that he was not
worth more than $50, but he would not !
sell him For that He asked him If he
would ,ase 500 for him. Yes, said he
The fourth man" quickly paid over the
money, took the reins and backed the cab !
up to a bank-slipped it from the harness,
and tipped it up so that the door could not
be opened, and jumped upon the horses
back and rode off I" lick-a ty-switch," while
the insiders" were looking ont of the
window, feeling like singed cats He
rode to lawyers aud got writ made
and served, and his debt secured, and got
back to the hotel just as the "insidsrs
came up putting and blowing The cab
man soon bought back his horse for sou.
The I" sold me," offered 10 pay that sum,
if the fortunate one, who found property
sufficient to pay his own debt, would not
tell of it in Boston.