Huntington independent. [volume] (Huntington, W. Va.) 1871-1874, 1873-10-16
TENoRooN.
from Woods Household Magazine. ]

There's one OF those mlseraoIe or
gan grinders down the street; he'll b
long here pretty soon, "said Aun
Sabius, all out of breath, as she en-
tered the house. You'd better she
the blinds. Dorothy, and lock theu
doors; they're a thievin', lazy set, thC
hull of 'em. and hadn't ought to bt
encouraged"
Now, Aunt Ssbina is in common
psrlauCe, spiDster, and most of he'
! life has been spent in the country
among hardwOrking peOple-farmer'
who labor their twelve and four
teen hours per day; therefore, those
who depart from this rule in any
great degree, or, in earning their
bread aud butter, fail to put forth
the most severe manual efforts, she
looks upon with disfavor, regarding
them with a feeling very like con
,empt Aunt Ssbina had coUe to
pay me her usual quarterly visit, and
had been with me but a week. Good
soul though she IL, think | enjoy
her company the least of all her
nieces who entertain her, for there is
something 10 my nature antagonistic
10 hers, which leads me to constantly
dispute her favorite ideas; aud to de-
/ ~ her loug-eStablished theories.
Though pleasant and good natured
With it all, this constant arguing
wearics me, though to refrain from
discussion | seem not to have the
power.
Therefore, when Aunt Sabina de-
ligered herself of the aforesaid re
uarks, set myself to sweeping
vigorously, and tue doors and blinds
and windows were, from necessity,
thrown widely open.
Il don't see for the life Of ne,' l
exclaimed, "who an organ grinder
should be looked upon as degraded
object, aud his calling considered low.
/ 1t is mechanical work to be sure, but
so is that of a miller, and | would
rather grind out music than -four,
any day. Lazy they certainly are
DOT. The very mouotouy Of that
endless grind, grind, grind, renders
| it work of the hardest kind. Don't
you suppose some of them wish "An-
ME Laurie had never existed, and
that champagne Charlie" had never
had a song to sing? Don't you sup
pose they ever tire of the "Star Span
sled BanDer," and with it had never
been embalmed in melody? And as
I"Up in Balloon, Boys" ascends
gracefully to the sky in the air must
cafe. don't you imagine they ever
wish they might 90 too, never to re
turn? But it is not for them to con-
slider their likes! There are those who
love to be reminded of MsXwelton S
bonnie banks. and little boys and
girls who grow very happy as the
bright quick music of Champagne
| Charlie and other lively airs emerge
from the many pipes of the instr"-
meni. There is always host of lit
I tle folks surrounding these ltinerants
little innocent children, who ap-
plaud aud grow merry. Where, in-
deed. would the grinder gain bis
living, If there we're no youth 10 the
lauG2 Supported by the little pure
hearts-shut in by an audience
suileless and sympathetic-shall his
business be called low, bis occupation
uuworthy27 l paused for breath.
"Weli, | neverl' said Aunt Sabiua,
knitting away nervOusly. 1--WE
lived fty-odd year, and never in that
bull, liVin, time did ever hear any
one say a good thing sfOre for one
o'tbem tramp>l 1t beats all what thi:
gineration is a comm tO!'
II suppose there are worthless
scamps in that calling as we'll as in
any other" replied, "and custom
has taught the world to denOunce
the entire class; but think little
sober thought would quickly con
vince one that it is certainly not tbeil
occuratiou that demOralizes them
'As for me" and rested on my
broom aud looked straight at the dis
turbed individual, who had with
drawn to the farthest corner of tht
room, II say blessings on the man
who brings happiness to my child
rem, " no furnishes them with an en-
tertainmeot so delightful to thelI
young hearts, an amusementso harm
les aud innocent at a cost so trivial
fora sum so insignificant"
Mother" said Billy my oldest
rushing in from the street all aglow
hes a-comin'l he's comm! Civ,
Us a penny two of 'em, mother!
And the excited little fellow rusheC
back into the street to watch, while |
uumindful of AuntSsbina's purseduI
lips, dropped my broom and ran TO
my pocket book.
"Yes, he's a-eODiu'-hs's amos
here, mother" said Billy, desertint
his post and rs-enteriug. "kati
wants two pennies twol She's wit
the little girl, the funniest littl