The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1868-07-20

wise believe that toe man -ho said,
"here comes a fool-we must lax sense,n
displayed o perception of tru'h aui human
nature unriyalled in the history of philO 10.
pliers. ...
The 'gibrariansa axe Of every ace and djsp,si.
ton, from the gentle matronly presence which
resides over all our pleasures, TO the grand.
child of nine--a pretcrnaturaly sharp boy,
who, under the influences of the place, has de-
veioped a capacity for anuihilating retort only
TO be equ9lled among the race of ne ysboys,-
To him most OF the remarks are addressed and
his amusement serves as an excuse for any
degree of cbidishness on the part of tue
adults. For his enteranment pictures are
drawn-as, for instance, That of the Angular
Saxon, a mans figure done entirely in angles
and straight lines, with square head from
which he was pronounced 10 be clearly a block.
head. For him, also, parodles are improVise l.
as, upon one very cold night, that harmless
nursery rhyme, concerning the troubles OF poor
little robin redbroa asst during inclement weather.
was suddenly perverted TO a description OF the
course of a disslpated young man of the name
of Robert, and in this form sung IN full chorus:
The north wind doth blow,
And G shall nave snow,
And what Will poor Rooin do then.
Poor thing?
He'll ST in the bsr.room,
A. q keep himself warum (pure Celtlcl
AID never say mo" to gln-slng,
Reading, some time ago, an article In the
Atlantic Montbg, entitled Negro Spirtuals >"
was reminded of d contribution of one of the
librarians TO the general entertainment. Enter
ing one evening, he asked if we would like TO
hear q genuine specimen of African Psalmody;
and. upon our asserting, gave us the folio wing
description of the overthrow OF King Pharaoh
aud his host. sung to a strange minor melody
half chant, half tune:-
Did'n ole Play get loss,
Did'n ole play get loss
In de Red sea?
Phayo say, gwine across
So whip up your horses an gslop across,
In de Red Sea.
Didn ole Phay get loss,
Get loss, get loss?
Dld'n Gle Play ge! loss
In de Red Sea?
PhsyO say, 1 gwlne along home
Oh how wish hadn't a.come,
In de Red Sea
Did'n ole Play get lcss.
Dld'n ole Phay get loss
In de hed sea?
Hebrews say. W got across now
At Thy feet we uumbiie how,
In de Red sea-
AT FIRST we strouely suspected it had its origin
in his fertile brain; but upon strict inquiry 1t
was found TO be vertabie native production,
sung constantly in the chusChes off Baltimore,
and familiar to and often performed by the
sable inhabitants OF our kitchens. As such,
present IL to that large class for whom every
thing connected with the race seems TO have
suCl q singular fascination. A condensed
piece of description, 1t appears to me admira-
Bile. The way IN which the event is delineated
really artistic: and the psychological insight
displayed in the single line,
"Oh, how L wish hadn't a-come!'
is beyond praise. You feel convinced that such
and such only was the sentiment which hlled
King PharaOh's soul as he saw the watery walls
descend.
l never take up a newspaper, with its account
OF civil CommotiOns, without being reminded Of
n peculiarly of the discOverer or this gem.
After ightng through the entire war, be never
speaks of the time which has since elapsed eX-
cCpt as--"sinCe peace broke out"
The conversation turning upon the license of
expression now taken by women both in public
and private, one OF our band inquired, I'm what
particular do women OF the present day resemble
St, PaulY The entire company replied by
simply denying the possibility of such like
ness; but we were forced 10 Tetract when in
formed that it was because they spoke alter the
manner of men,"
The male librarians" in common with all
masculine BOhemians evidently believe their
thoughts aud iancIes to have something in their
nature analogous to the he5h OF swine; that they
are in a crude state-meIe pork, as it were
until, by the influence OF smoke, they are cured
into a consistency corresponding to wholesome
and palatabe bacon. Consequently, we might
be permanently described as under a cloud Not
long since these librarians took under consider
alton Tobacco as a moral agent" and, starting
from Dr. Watts principle, that
Satan finds some mischief still
For Idle hands TO do,
proved to their own satisfaction that it must
have accomplished lncalculaoIe good TO VIE
human race.
Then it was inquired, whether the red man
could properly be spoken of as
Lo, the poor Indian;
even though he has an 'untutored mind;'
thon Oh smallpox and the war. path have borne
hardly upon him, when it is recollected at what
an early date tobacco was known 10 him, and
that he Is still capable Of enjoying an unlimited
number OF pipes,
suspicion arises in my mind that this
account OF our private Bohemia will chiefly
suggest the counterpart of Mr.. Plckwick's sen
satIon, when told by Mr.. Peter Magnus that he
sometimes, in writing to his friends, signed
! himself p. NJ, afternoon, as it amused them
! "Mr. PickwIck rather envied the ease will
! which Mr.. Peter Magnus' friends were amused
But this is precisely one of the points | am
! trying 10 set forth-that capacity for being
easily amused is really the most enviable O
! characteristics. Blessed is the man to whom il
has been given. To him there is no need tc
"Would he were a boy again, for he carries
within him a fountain of perpetual youth
Better still, his title to a private Bohemia is
undeniable.
In parting, dear reader, I can express nc
| batter wish Tor your happiness than that YOU