The Port Gibson reveille. (Port Gibson, Miss.) 185?-1857, 1854-01-04

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What do you mean p cried Marvel,
seemingly thunderstruck.
why, don't you think. friend Marvel,
at Church last night, they--tho Choir-refu.
sed to accept Of my services. aud even went
so far as to show me the door,"
The devil they did,
It's true, Mister Marvel -
I" Did you comply with their demands p
=" 1 tad 10. my dear friend"
Did you leave your bass-viOl behind,
Or
mo zounds no." shouted Durfee,
" that / did not / would sooner have left my
right leg in their possession, than that they
should have had my bass-viol to aid them
without myself to play it! What in n
do they know about the science Of music
the Ignorant puppies !"
Nothing, my friend-nothing."
"0f course they Goa't. They may see the
time wheu they will be willing to put up with
worse music than mine; but when that time
docs come, III not 60 near them. No, str :
Zounds and blood they may then tease and
be Id to them / will then tell them
to remember their insults. I'll laugh at EN- !
III scorn 'em Up
Keep cool, Durfee, keep cool don't let
your sarcasm run away with your prudence,
BY any means. Id set them down as an un-
grateful horde You might make fortune,
if You had a mind to, merely by astonishing
the natives with your vocal powers. | was
at Church last night, and noticed that the first
tune sounded most heavenly, but the others
we're really awful one complete string Of
discords. nothing more. You sang the first
hymn, Of course ?" said Marvel, watching
mine host narrowly. and thrusting his tongue
against bis right cheek in quizzical manner.
"No, blast en-" Indignantly exclaimed
Durfec; POUNDS! they wouldn't allow me
the privilege Of singing ono tune, even"
Come to think Of it. Durfee, | did notice
that they made one blunder when they sang
the chorus
"The duet, you mean. neighbor Marvel" "
"Ah, yes; thank yOu-the duct, | should
have said Well. when they"-
1.-THE Choir, Captain Marvel.
aThank yOu-yes, the Choir, or rather
part Of it. sangthe duet they perfectly mur-
dered it. One Of the ladies squeaked out in
most horrible discord. which caused the con-
pregation to elbow each other, to stare, to
snicker, and to smile as if disguised" !"
Ah-hah. Colonel Marvel. I'm glad Of it.
Now you see if l had been there with my
bass.viol, there would have occurred no such
blunders for there is something magical,
might say. in nqy voice and instrument which
browns oil discord. and makes the whole mu-
sic sound almost '-Durfec hesitated-he was
afraid Of appearing vain.
Dirine, Mister Durfee - most sweetly
divine" said Marvel, anticipating the word,
and smiling bIandly. For although
aCheerfuness and have long been strangers
Harmonious sounds are still delightful TO me
There's sure no passion in the human soul,
But finds IFS food in music"
"Thank you. Major Marvel but you fat
ter me beyond nv due" said mine host with
halfidionc, half-angclic smile, which 50 well
became him.
by no means, my friend.-But what in
thunder has got into the boys, this morning !
they seem to be possessed with the devil, or
something worse !" exclaimed Marvel. as
most hideous noise, emenating from the piazza,
smote upon their ears.
They are trying their hand at music"
quoth Durfee, moving toward the window
"Ah / see. )" answered Marvel, trying to
suppress his laughter; but good heavens
what blast "
Well might Mr. Marvel exclaim as he did.
for the sound originating from the piazza was
anything but melodious. The benches were
lined with rows Of dirty little urchins, each
one striving to be most conspicuous and dis
cordaut One was blowing tin-whistle, an
other tin-trumpet; one was jinggling
string Of cow-bells, another rafting away on
triangle. One saucy-looking little rapscal-
lion was raising most excruciating din upon
cracked violin. which be used a if il were
bass-yiol in imitation Of mine worthy host
Here was a bare-footed young scamp, with
checks puffed out and distended eyes, blowing
tin-horn; and others were twanging desper-
ately upon jewsharps, drumming on tin-Pans,
and beating time with their feet upon the
floor, to the never-ending, the immortal
tune. Of
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Thus, my friend" remarked Marvel,
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