The herald and mail. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 1873-188?, 1875-07-23
HOW THEIRISH HEART BEATS.

| An Extraordinary Incident of the Amer
lean Teams Visit to DubIIn-~ Enthusi-
| Rstte Reception of the " Star Spangled
| Banner.
| Dublin correspondence June 23) of the New York
| Times.
| After fifteen minutes of the most tre-
mendous enthusiasm ever known in q
theatre, Miss Bessie SudlOw, we'll known
| in Niblo's and other New York theatres,
came forward to sing the "Star Span
| gled Banner" She seems to have made
| hosts of friends at this side of the
ocean. She looked pnCOmmonly well
| and much more womanly than when
last saw her at home. She sung the
song splendidly, though manifestly af-
fected by the great crowd and the en-
thusiasm of the time. When she had
finished the applause was deafeDing.
Mrs. Dakin sent her a beautiful bon
quet, and the whole party handed down
basket of flowers ornamented-and
wax flowers can be ornamented-with
the stars and stripes. Miss Sudlow
kissed the flag and sang the song again.
[ can hardly tell you, in the hope of
credence, the scene that ensued. Our
people were very well pleased-the
Irish were boundless in their enthusi-
asm. Matters were not made easier by
the conductor of the band. He played,
ana the forces at his disposal being
superb in number and skill, he played,
magnifcently, "The Star Spangled
Banner" "Hail Columbia" "Tramp,
Tramp" "Yankee Doodle" "Red,
White and Blue" and one of the negro
melodies. The first two went off well.
I learned from Mr.. Michael Gum, who
is public man here, that Tramp,
Tramp" had political insignificance in
Ireland. This was soon made manifest |
by the cheering with which it was re-
ceived, and the effect was heightened |
when the audience, numbering nearly |
5000, sang the last verse in good time |
and with amazing power. Was there
ever such a people for merriment? Now |
they were on the tiptoe of good humOr. |
In five minutes they were hoOting, yell |
ling, kissing, whistliDg and groaning |
Red, White and Blue" because the
flag of England was thus composed. |
One-half the crowd was of one opinion |
and the other of very different. They
maintained the noisy contest all the
while, and there was no peace until the
band had concluded. Then the weight
of the crowd began to tell upon two
stairways leading from the pit floor to
the stage. Half dozen times the Occu-
pants came down pell nell On the people
below them, and then they fought and
laughed and cursed and shouted in a
manner more surprising than pleasant.
A very unfortunate young gentlemen
with a very excellent tenor voice came
forward after one of these encounters
and essayed to sing the I" Death of Mel
son." Had he proposed to sing "The
Marseillaise in Berlin singing house
he could not have raise a more thunder
Gus storm. The audience lashed them
selves into terrific rage. l need hardly
tell you the song celebrates the English
victory over the French at Trafalgar.
The very instant the vocalist sang the
second line, showing the French to be
fOemen, the uprOar began. They Missed
the singer off the stage-hissed him in
a manner which you should hear before
you could believe. He ran off soon
enough. Thev were not satisfied.
They demanded a song of their own
choosing; but he was inexorable, and
so the programme, so far as vocalism
band played various selections from
operas but the audience hooted to the
last, and cried out for the programme"
III lu5GF "Ihtus IiIhIly bLlSS BaJb 'lI6u,
Or recover ed their good humor and 1
fearing lest the Americans should mis-
take their local and native pleasantries !
for anything but what they were, they
gave tremendous cheer for the team,
,omically adding, eve wish you every ,
success, except at the match" [ con.
slider last nights experience suggestive.
The Irish people ought to be let alone. {
They are naturally good natured. exu- ,
Oerant, humorous and easily led. When I
hey don't get what they want, they sell
lom look far for it, and they readily
content themselves, though they are
very angry if you say so. But to tease
With philosophy people who cannot
listen to a song which celebrates the /
death of man to whose {
memory and exploits there is the grand
EST memorial in Dublin, is foolish in +
he extreme.