Litchfield enquirer., 1860-12-13
Our Brass Band.

Our Brass 68MOs
 We have got an iucipient Brass Band" ID o' town. -:.;.. # sev-
 Before election, we received the vlsl's .. se' ars of these full flsdged, equipped ana un',o.ln- cd performers on the sounding brass anu sAAn cvmt s. and followed around after them, 'eas'so tsara oa.tad tbem oystered them, and beerd .nou, v,;th most unaffected and admiriag zeal.
 Af,sr election, our boys" thought it would be nood thing to get up brass band by them selves.
 A Brass Band is good thing to have in . town.
 We suggested horns of tin, as far more pfac- ticable, easy of procuring and less expenslVe' Our suggestion was hooted at, and the Messrs' Sanford lost brilliant job.
 The "boys" then with great prepriety and refreshing exhibition of their ability to master anything in the line of brass, appealed to our generous citizens, and despairsd not until they raised the funds adequate to the purchase Of wind instruments of the genuine metal.
 They purchased them, and now, we havs' CT ara to hayc-or will have if wind and metal hold out-a Brass Band.
 And Brass Band Is not bad thing to have. Every night, or as often as once week, these amateurs may now be heard without any great difficulty, practising their goassls from sn upper room of the jail building
 They blew away for dear life. The noise they make, to be sure, is like the neisss Dante de- scribss as issuing from the vaults of the doomed. An indsscribable medley of noises. Noises that never before were noissd abroad. Noises which we should never imagine could come from human throats-even with the brazen aid they have if we were confident that the perpetrators have human cars. Noises most noisome. Now high falsetto noise, screeching out solitary "toot too-oo-eeet" thrill scream like that of locomotive, then succession of shrieks, then baser noises, asd finally Q grand congloms- ration of all the noises ever heard upon earth or from under the earth, or from over the earth when the morning stars pitched together. --toot-pootra- poot--tewee -tra-a-a- tum ura-toota-toot-toot-a
 Shade of sparrowgrass trumpet! Riso and give echo, or be forever fallen!
 We wonder what the incarcsrated audience in the jail think of the concert. We tender them our respectful congratulations. Theirs is q lot of beatitude seldom found in . county jail. Their waking hours are wrapt with music their prison walls are walls of melody, and their sleep is lulled by ooneourse of swes sounds Few institutions of the kind, we ven ture to say, in the whole state, are thus equip ped few prisoners enjoy such luxury as the, and all scot free to themselves and the state We trust in the midst of their envied lot the realize their blessings and the fact, which the o poet sings, that always
 Stone walls do not prison make,
 Nor iron cage confne"
 We shall watch the progress of this Bras Band with solicitude. When they shall be abl to play even one note harmoniously, we sha note the fact and when, sometime in the din shadowy future, they shall be prepared to gt into the neighboring rural districts to give thci " free concerts" to admiring audiences, our kind est antcipations shall preceds them, and oul most voluminous puff welcome them home. Till then, let us bear their present practices meekly and when the calm still night is rendered res onant with their "toots'-like Mir. Toots, may Vt serenely and sincerely say, Its of no consc quence."