Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1873-06-12

eu. Inc music, OF course, was SOpu.-
The Bridgeport String Band played
splendidly-while the Solos of Prof.
Wallace, Capt. Dean-I.ucian Martin
and Mrs. Nelson were finely executed
while all the other singers acquitted
themselves handsomely in their reSpec.
tive roles. Miss Lucy Blocker presi-
ded at the Organ, which was kindly
furnished by Isaac Berry for the occa-
sion. Miss Lucy was in her rusual good
musical trim and that means we had
some magnificent Solos as well as gen.
eral Organ music from her. Thanks
to the gentlemen who worked for the
success of the entcrprise-you secured
your object nicely.
But, Mr.. Editor, will you allow me
space for word personal to myself and
my dear Christian friend ". l am re-
minded "there is no rose without a
thorn"-lfo "sweet without its bitter"
have spoken deservedly high of the
lconcert-now comes the thorn. On this
occasion dedicated to unalloyed pleas
ure-my heart was saddened by a
crushing disappointment. After all
the assurances l had given that due
care would be taken to guard against
accidents and escapes" " was not at
the concert. The Band had chopped
Yankee Doodle square in two, like
Solomon proposed to do with the ba-
by-to avoid unpleasantness-but still
n came not! True, as one said, "the
admission was only quarter"-but n
failed to put in an appearance. But a
quarter is 25 cents and the cut-worms
are bad on the cortland n wasn't
there. l had devised little side-show
for Ms and my special benefit--but n
didn't come. My idea was National
Tableaux, as we dare not play all OF
Yankee Doodle, the Band refused to
play any of it, and feeling rather pa
triotie was determined to have Co
lumbia represented somehow. My
programme was this. n being not on
ly philosopher, critic and scholar, but
also fine vocalist; isn't that a rare
CON -catenatiOn of virtues to be found in
one man? and yet n is on his muscle
in them all! Well the "Drdmdtis Per-
sonae":: of my show were n. of course,
the string band, a fine, large, elegant
cat-and myself. We expected the fine
1form of n to enter the door and walk
deliberately up the aisle. The cat, on
the stage, was to have its back well up
about something--and its tail erect to
which was attached National flag
bearing the inscription---"Hail to the
Chief who in triumph advances"--
while the Band was to play ''Lo! the
Conquering Hero COmes"---just as n
entered the door, head thrown back,
advancing singing" diddle diddle
the cats and the fiddles," at which the
cat was to give her tail (beg pardon NJ
an extra swoop, and the Band to play.
All was the stiffness of painful, anx-
ious expectancy-Pussy had thrown a
beautiful curve in her back, and the
flag was waving grandly-the Band
had a big ready, but n didn't advance,
the solemnity of stiffness increased,
now only disturbed by passing MUIR
muring breeze and the distant notes of
a stray cat behind some old lady's cur
A |
ward the aisle, the great central figure
was expected, but it failed to put in an
appearance. just then an electric
whisper reached the ears of ALA whis-
per from an Amaranthine bower in Il
far off Elysian field beyond the clouds,
and soft as the breath ofa Sylvan deity,
borne to us on the breast OF the cooling
evening zephyrs as they famed our te-
vered brows, telling us, "N-imrod will
not be here, he is hunting cut-worms
and potato-bugs with his little bow and
arrow by moonlight. An Angel had
spoken---N's guardian angel, and it
knew. Indignation seized poor Pass,
and she trailed the emblem of my
country's glory--with its pretty motto
in the dust, and Topped her caudle APP
pendage (how is that for modest N?)
and retired through an adjoining
window, in unutterable disgust, the
hair on her back looking like huckel-
berry bush in hail storm, purring as
she VENT
"Oh meet me by moonlight alone
And then I'll unfold thee tair
While the Band in melting cadences
gave US that solemn dirge--
Ding dong bell
The Cats in the Well"
While all this while N-imrod the
mighty hunter you know, was miles
away with his little bow and arrow
My sore disappointment and that of
the audience, and my feline partner,
chow is feline for a change N?) can be
imagined but not described. Myshow
was busted---my tableauX defeated
my ambition crushed---and my fine
conception of the beautiful and patriot
ic lost. Mournfully yours,
'Of several D's."
BRIDGEPORT, O., June 8, 1878.
Constitutional Convention Sum-
mary.
Of a.,