Litchfield enquirer., 1862-01-09
o,.. Rrass Band Again.

Our Brass Band Again.
 Sometime since, i've believe it was last winter,) J we alluded to the fact that we had brass band in our village.
 We still have that institution. <
 We then chronicled tho fact that the band had hired room in the County Jail, where they prac- ticed thcir tunefu melodies and threw the prison. CTS into ecstacies of musical inebriation.
 While VIC have not changed our quarters since that time, the band have; ffesue...y.~ They left the jail sssalaiag perhaps because they thought they labored to unappreeiative audiences, who couldn't help themselves, perhaps because they washed to be footing alone in the morning of lite." \. Tennyson.)
 They tried the Court House, but found Justice thoiding courtlthere, and had to decamp. They then brought their big pipes and little pipes and grand panjandrum over to Smiths Hotel, and there, fin the basement thereof they perform not weakly, but demi mi.wcekly with all their pow. CT.
 We reside with Smith. Our tripod is at the ENQUIRER Building, but our sanctum. .sanctorum, our roasting, and revolving, and resting place is at R. Smiths aforesaid. We are fond of music. We always were. The sound of flute by moon. light, in the summer time, or the strains of vio- lin-a good way of, affects us sometimes, to tears. It is tradition that in our childhood we sound- ed ourself the whistle made from the birchen bark, (and we used to feel its music elsewhere tool or on the more elaborate trumpet oftin with considerable expression, to our own intense de. light, if not to that of our impartial listeners.
 We have not outgrown this love of the gushing in music. We are inspired by it. We are render ed immoderately and immeasurably happy.
 And now early and late Q nights, and part. cularly Tuesday nights, when We are engaged in writing our heavy" leaders, or Saturday nights when we go home to mediate over the triumphs of the week, and repose on our hard earned lau. rels, and sink blissnlly on our pillow bidding the world, the week, and the al, good night, we are inspired, we are soothed, we are chastened, we are gladdened by the brass band in the basement!
 It's good way down-two stories-but what floors or what walls can stay the soul of merry music! It steals in upon us like gleam of moon. shine-it hovers above us, below us, and around our pillows like ourguardian angels; it soothes our slumber and gids our sleep, and gives mu- 'cal turn to our dreams, till we seem to be reve. ling in the music of the lower spheres.
 We have not the honor to be personally ac. quainted with the gentleman who blows the B Flat in the band-at least we don't know as we know him-but he is good blower; we are not aware that we have ever met in private life tho individual who yields the snare drum-but he is a " beater." The cymbal man too is powerful in his way, and the "clash and clang of battle" is- nt . symbol to what Is can de-
 Distance lends enchantment to the view" It also doth to the hear. We appreciate but not as much as we wish we might. The strains of " The Star Spangled Columbia" and " Hail Rcd, White and Banner" come up to us through the thicknesses of floor, mingled with No. 25," and the '' Devils Tattoo on the snare drum.
 For long, long time, we are regaled with marches and counter marches, with movements ",adagio, " "andante" and "super mezzio" and then there steals upon our tympanum the chink. ing of many glasses, the shufling of many feet they are elevating their horns-they put them down again,-then the last pee wee-the final toot toot, the retiring ding dong,-and then all is silent. The Band have dis. banded, and the soli- tary trumpeter plays the "Rogues March" all by himself, far down the street.
 Good night, Band-dity.
 Now, in this case, we prepare our minds for the ENQUIRER, in another we do ditto for the Sab bath. In both cases we have received a feast of drum beats and flow of wind which we could not do otherwise than share with our readers.
 Thus, oh Reader, see the power of music on ye Editor It soothes his ear, it calms his breast, it gives his weary quill a-rest.
 Selah.