Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1874-01-24
Mr. Covil1e. Of DanbuPy. Undertakes
TO SOOthe the Wrathful Mr. Phillip

Win q Song.
That Is very beautiful story of the clergy
man who visited an insane asylum, and was
attacked by maniac, but who broke into
song and sung il 80 clearly and sweetly that the
maniac was subdued, and when he stopped
from exhaustion, the maniac cried for more,
and he sung more, and the maniac gave up.
This story made a very strong impression on
Mr.. Coyile, of this village, and the more he
thought OF IL, the more he was impressed by il.
day or two after reading this beautiful story,
Mr.. Coville's boy caught boy named Phillips
near the foundry and filled his hair with tar.
The boy went straight home, OF course, with
his shocking looking head, and as his home is
on the same street as that of Mr.. Coville's, Mr..
Phillips hurried there at once. He Moderated
requested that Master Coville be passed out
and cut up between them. Mr.. Coville eN-
pressed his indignation at the outrage his son
had committed, and promised to punish him
severely for 1t. But this was not what Mr..
Phillips wanted. Instead of comforting him
the promise appeared to irritate him. He
danced out to the walk, and cl1tched an imagi-
nary boy by the hair and struck an imaginary
boy in the face with a ferocity that was dread
full, and then danced back again, and howled
for Master Coville to be brought out. Mr.. CO.
Vile was frightened at his vehemence, and
sought by all the powers of persuasive oratory
to soothe him, but he was not to be quelled. At
every fresh argument he repeated his singular
demonstration, with such intimidating a1d
tons as swapping his fingers, and shaking hi
fist in the face OF his neghbor. Having ex.
hausted his reasoning, and Phillips becoming
l.
about to beat a retreat for the safety of his
own person, when the beautiful story of the
Clergyman and the maniac suddenly flashed
into his mind. Here was sure and unexpected
relief Mr.. Phillips had danced down to the
walk and was dancing back, with a half doz en-
imaginary boys in tow whom he was belabor,ng
in most murderous manner, but Mr. Covilie
did not mind him. He felt that he had the
turbulent mass of passion within his control.
and as he realized his power a faint smile of
triumph and pleasure stole into his face; then
he began IL is since Mr. Covilla m
dulged in the luxury OF vocal music,
and his catalogue of pieces is neither
large nor varied, but he took up the
first one that presented itself, and rolled it out
1t was "a Life on the Ocean Wave" a very
pretty piece, and quite popular when Mr.. CO.
Vile retired from singing. 1t is long time, as
use his voice, and it worked a trife awkward
and uneven at first, but he remembered that his
purpose was a noble one, and he did not shrink
from criticism. As he advanced along in the
song he was pleased but not surprised to see
Phillips first stare at him, then drop his hands
at his side, and afterwards draw back and look
around as If he were planning an escape. But
Mr.. Coville did not stop. He gathered strength
as he proceeded, and turning his eyes to heaven,
and keeping time with his feet, rOared along
through the measure with amazing force. He
bad got up on the highest note he could find.
and was bursting into perfect apOpletic howl
of melody, when he felt himself caught abrupt
ly by the collar, and the next instant was made
aware that he was on his back on the walk, and
that man looking dreadfully like Phillips
was pounding his head against the frozen
ground, and doing something with his ribs
that appeared to be entirely uncalled for
Then he felt himself slide through a planning
mill, and opening his eyes saw that Phillips was
gone, and that Mrs COville was trying to get
him on his feet. In this direction he gave her
all the help possible, and getting up, looked
around for the planning mill, but not seeing it,
allowed her to lead him into the house. To ali
her questions she could get no answer, but oc-
casionally, while she was applying the liniment,
he would start with "A life the 0caau--'
and then suddenly stop, smile family, and softly
rub his nose. 1t was several hours before he
acted natural again, but aside from conceling
that possibly Phillips dent have the right kind
of madness, or he himself may not have got
hold OF the right tune, he shows no disposition
to converse on the matter. Sunday afternoon
young Coville, to be smart, and thinking that
his father was asleep in the chair, undertook to
start the tune, for the edifcation of his mother
and the futility of that air for enchanting an