The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1874-06-23

naustiUie, SOtue lauleS recOuutlOB tue loss
Of twelve, fifteen, and twenty of each, the
former having been constructed of home.
spun and muslin, but chiefly of fine FIVE
and six hundred linen, and the latter of
linsey, tow, flannel, kersey, dimity, BON.
bazine, and caamanco. co.-CHARLE D..
DEsnLEs, in Harrer's Magazine for Mly.
TURNING A CRANK.-When the spring
has come and the birds have opened their
throats to do little singing and the
spears of grass begin to creep modestly
from their winter cells and adorn them.
selves with the green color so fashionable
in nature at this season Of the year, there
is usually an iuunlaton porthward Of
people whose business it is - turn q
crank in the street in front of your house.
The lousy organ grinder is an inscparabe
adjunct of gentle spring; you expect him
just as much as you do the turning of
your fancy-if you are youn. mau-to
thoughts Of love, or just as you antici,
pate that merricr cackle Of your hens, or
the thrill of vcrnal joy that makes your
dog more frisky than usual To some
the event of this old creature is unwel.
come they regard him as they do their
spring bitters.a necessary evil but when
you look upon him from the high plane
Of aesthetics and in the light Of great
philosophers principles, he doesn't seem
such an unbearable monster. He appears
under your window and unlmbers his
machine, some evening at twilight, per.
haps when you are recalling the scenes of
your youth, and gives your fond recollec.
tions little impulse by playing long
forgotten air which the red haired hired
girl across the way used to sing from
morn TIL dewy eve iu tho sweet davs of
your childhood. He s,rs up in the
bowels Of his instrument that grand old
Pleyel's hymn which your parson sang,
nasally, years and wears ago, when you
lived in your native village, an upregen.
crate child Now why isn't he better
than prima donna, or, indeed, than a
whole orchestra ? lie serves your music
up to you at your own house, saving you
the trouble Of visit to the theatre, and
he keeps all-or at least good assort
ment-of the musical notea in his labora
tory. ready to be worked up into any
kind Of piece, grave or gay.
And think of the delighted tbrongs o.
young children that tag the tatterdemal
ion about, drinking iu his melodies nc
abandoned molasscs barrel has so large q
constituency of flies as this music. peddlel
has Of boys and girls. lie is foreigner
too, an Italian, he came from the classic
land Of Horace and Tully. 1t ought tc
be al everlasting boud Of sympathy be
tween America and Italy that so many o
ltaly's sons minister to the pleasure o
American ears.
But you despise this human rubbish
because he goes about the WORLD doin,
nothing but turn crank yet his life il
IA wonderful cpitomc of human existence
its vicissitudes, its dull commonplace, it
routine and the organ. grinders abomi
nable contrivaucc often voices the feel
ings Of your heart when you are sick o
yourself and the weary, stale, fiat and III
profitable ses Of this world Nor ar
you so greatly superior TO him as yo,
imagine, though you, overweening man
think you could turn the crank Of tn
universe. if you had a chance. So dro
him penny or give him some col
yctuals, and remember that there ism
half so wide difference between hr
: and the little animal that irisks about O
his instrument -SpriaQfeld RepnJlica,i