The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1870-12-02

songs, moaning Dy bu6 OJE0HullSb we
may we'll wonder what q person born and
bred in court of Drury Lane thinks of
this
Fair natures now reposing
And earth in grey seems drest,
Each 1ower its leaves now closing
The sun has sank to rest.
These broadsheets must be bought by thou
sands of men and women to whom such lines
can hardly be Ineligible. They go to Ep-
ping Forest or Greenwich Park on Easter
Monday, and perhaps to Brighton and back on
a summer Sunday, and the rest of their lives
they spend in the dense mass of building
which lies between Holborn and the Strand.
The moon and the stars to which the senti-
mental songster constantly refers shine
almost unregarded amid the glare of gas in
Drury Lane; and although it is quite pos
sible to roam in London and its suburbs, you
must go good many miles to find stream
let which does not also do duty as drain.
We believe that whenever new song
takes the public fancy at the music halls
fresh broadsheet is issued which contains this
new song and as many old songs as are neces-
sary to fill ths paper Songs that were COM
posed during the Russian war stand side by
side with songs that manifestly refer to the
war now pending. A German resident in
England declares his intention to depart to
fight for the Fatherland but when the war is
over be promises to return because
More money get to you l do come
Not work SO lard I'm at home.
Husbands well get for your fair pTincessea' hand,
And your money for our own dear Faderland.
This we may take to be an expression of
the popular sentiment Of the hour. The
latest novelty of the music-halls, however,
has reference to foreign politics, although
it conveys advice which the French nation
would do we'll to follow. If you find your
self losing money in betting, or distanced by
a rival in love, you are recommended to
'Turn it up" If this is fair sample of the
min cfralSx nf ha -halc ha
owned that they are very harmless and not
very lively places. The same sheet contains
long ballad on the adventures of Dick Tur-
pin, who, after many marvellous escapes,
came to the gallows through omitting to
turn it up" at the right moment In fact,
Dick took drop too much, got into row,
was locked up as a brawer, and recognized as
highwayman. The concluding lines are
rather neat
And through that drop that he did touch
He died one morning through drop too much.
II we may judge from these broadsheets, the
most popular English heroes are Dick Turpin
and Lord Nelson. The Admiral's mode of
fighting is as antiquated as the highwayman's
mode of robbery, but the exploits of both
live equally in the memory of their country
men,
The sorrows of disappointed lovers find
pathetic utterance in these pages. There is
first an accidental meeting:-
once took ride in twopenny bus
Where opposite to me
Sat such dear, in her eye was a tear,
Which thought pity to see
She graciously receives the declaration of
his passion. He is introduced to her friends
and enjoys all the delights of courtship:-
Weeks soon passed away,
When one unlucky day
letter she received.
She did it scan IT was from the young man
Who she thought had her 30 deceived.
The young man who comes back from sea
toin fha fro1 ar,o e IL
sailor over landsmen. He brings rare pre-
sents from distant climes, among which is O
big monkey
He gave them all unto his love-
And then when he did me see
He said 'Hao soon out you CO."
Then out OF window nung me.
The lady adds insult to this injury by saying,
shall have my sailor brave,
And you may have the monkey.
Another song of the same melancholy char
acter begins in the next column thus
I'm a flower but down in the bloom OF my youth,
And all through damsel who spoke not the truth.
This lady was seen turning mangle. The
gentleman offered to assist her, which she
allowed. He turned the mangte until he was
tired, and then fell on his knees and declared
his passion. As an accepted lover he went
every day to turn the mangle, and he was
happy until he heard that another person per-
formed that function in his absence. The
new lover was a marquis:-
after that she appeared to quite change in her
manner,
She sold her old mangle and bought piauner.
Now couldn't turn that, and, ah! me, one day
Ifound her house closed and my love gone away.
In the next column is a still more doleful
ditty:-
Once was happy, but now I'm forlOrn,
Like an old coat that is tattered and torn;
Left in this wide world to fret aud TO mourn,
Betrayed by maid In her teens.
The rival in this case was performer on
the trapeze, who smiled on the lady as he
hung by his nose in the air, and was ans Wered
by a smile from her. The opposition of pa
rents was unavailing. The new lover en-
ployed his gymnastic skill to carry off the
lady from an upper chamber, but in this case
falsehood received due punishment, for in
the husband of her choice she found mas
ter
BE taught her gymnastics and dressed her in tights
To help him to live at his ease,
And made her assume masculine name,
And now she goes on the trapeze.
But it is poor comfort to Tilted lover to
see a faithless girl unhappy. We begin t.
think that the course of true love uevor does
run smooth. In the next column is the story
of False Nelly of Bethnal Green:
For six months her did court,
And everything bought,
For we were TO be married on the first OF day.
But a fash cove named Frank
Told her he'd got quids in the bank,
And with this eary boy she ran away
We suppose that specimen of this poetry
of the blighted heart is inserted in every
column of sheet in order TO prevent readers
getting into too god spirits. We fAl, a9G
ever, many songs which deal not in seni