Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1872-08-13

| the tradition that it is just as old as Boston,
has become very sacred to Bostonians. They
have gone to great expense more than once IN
rebuilding it, for it has often been destroyed by
high winds 1t is now enclosed in an iron fence
and many of its. limbs, wrenched off at differ
ent times by storms, are now held on with iron
| bands.
| The next place we were shown was the great
MUSIC HALL,
| in which is the grandest organ in the world
We reached there just as the daily concert was
closing and heard the fnal notes Of the splen-
did opera of Wilhelm Tell. But through the
kindness of the manager and the politeness of
the performer-Mr Davis Buck-we were de-
| lighted with the splendid rendition of some of
the finest compositions Of the most celebrated
composers. This hall is one hundred and thir-
ty feet in length, seventy in breadth, and
sixty-fve in height 1t is impossible to give
any idea of its architectural beauty, its spa
ciousness, and its entire suitability to the pur-
pose for which it was designed. The fine sta
tue of Apollo in the rear of the Hall, and the
magnificent statue of Beethoven in front of the
organ attracted the attention of all. But the
chief object of interest and curiosity to all OF
us was the great organ. Who can describe the
rich, grand tones of its mighty flutes as they vi
brate through that magnificent Hall, and as
they fall upon the ear creating mingled feelings
of delight, astonishment and awe? 1t is work
ed by steam, and the cost of the organ and its
e A. ri oil
According to programme, we all assembled
at the fremont House, about O. clock, prepar-
tory to going to the Coliseum. We said all
but were mistaken for on calling over the roll
ONE WAS MISSING
Whilst we were waiting and wondering what
had become of him. fine carriage drove up,
the door opened and we looked once again up
on the smiling face of our missing brother. To
the many inquiries made as to where he had
been, what he was doing in carriage, &c., he
replied that he had left US that morning at
Fanueil Hall, thinking to take look at the
city by himself, and escape the ascent of the
Monument; that after wandering around in
open eyed astonishment for some time, he found
it was time to seek the hotel-but here was the
trouble; he didn't know which way to go, and
imagining it must be about two or three miles
distant, he boldly hailed hackman and in a
very pompous manner inquired:
''Say, driver, what will you charge to take
me to the fremont House p
The driver comprehending at once the state
of the case, smingly said, "Only dollar, sir :;
will ye git in?'
Our worthy friend, smiling at his success in
concealing the fact that he was lost, handed
over the dollar-the driver mounted the box,
cracked his whip, drove about fifty yards, turn
ed corner, stopped, descended, opened the
door and said, in a very significant manner, to
our astonished friend, "Here you are, sir.
On our way to the Coliseum, or Coliseum
as they pronounced it in Boston, we passed
through the
PUBLIC GARDENS.
These grounds are beautifully laid out, orna-
mented with statuary, flowing fountains, and
abounding in splendid promenades Not many
years since, this spot, now covered with beau
tiful flowers and shrubbery, was covered by the
tides; but this, as we'll as large part of the
most beautiful portion Of Boston, has been res
,eued from the waters, and is now standing
", ,tness of the energy, activity and progressive
ness of these New England people.
Adm, lifting our inability to describe the Coli
scum AMI the grand jubilee, we quote the fol-
lowing des cription, and say, as the little boy,
one cold wi. tiers night, said about his prayer,
as he stuck it up at the foot Of his bed
''Them's my sentiments.
ssThe Coliseu N is immense, and then 10 ad-
dition to its size 1t is SO perfectly appointed,
that you wonder uo root can possibly cover SO
many conyeuiences. Everything seems to have
been considered and nothing left undone. 1t
is moreover beautiful " ventilated, even when
there was at least fifty thousand people IN the
building, the air was pure and clear.
1t is useless to specify the distinct delights
of the concerts. They have almost all been
charming, and some of the stars even though
they 90 afar to shine in other heavens than
ours. will have left behind them trail OF their
splendid shining. Madame Leutner's singing
is like nothing which ever before came from
human lips. So high, so clear, so pure are hel
tones, so wonderfully flexible the voice which
sends forth as easily as from bird throat rou-
lade after roulade of sparkling, brilliant song
her talent, she has sweetly simple ways which
are such pleasant contrast to the stage-WorI
airs of Madame RudersdorH that we are charm
ed anew.
We were all In ecstacles over Strauss, the Int
tie Austrian, and watching him as he conducts
his orchestra, we do not wonder that his waltze
intoxicate with their dreamy, delicious melody
There is something about them that is perfect
ly irresisti ible. Even ID. DIS, wearing theil
clerical t,ats, cannot help marking the perfec
rythm, and it is funny during one OF his melo
dies to sit in the balcony and watching the au
dience, note how all the heads are swaying t,
the mus Ic. That same audience is sight wortl
seeing. Such masses of human beings sin
gle gathering often bringing together more thar
the entire population of city. The faces lool
so happy and good-natured, there is such
minging of lovely colors, such rustic of ricl
toilets, such an atmosphere of perfume. All
| cannot begin to tell you how much am en-
joyiug it all. Of course there are all name
of stories on dit in reference to Strauss and tn
other brilliances, and one of them is so anu
sing that | shall give it to you as | had it from
bystander, at the time of its occurrence:
The crowd were passing from the platform an
lady, stumbling, trod heavily upon Her
Strauss foot. Confused and sorry, forgettin
that the Austrian is almost totally ignorant O
English, she begged his pardon. The maestro
changing his grimace of pain to a pleasar
smile, laid his hand upon his heart, gave on
of his inimitable bows, and said sweetly, :"
thank you madame Wasn't that trump
of gallantry?"
In compliment to the Southern editors pres