The Grange advance. [volume] (Red Wing, Minn.) 1873-1877, 1875-06-29

shaw on The cars, CHI? IllJsec about that
He probably didn't tell her he was mar.
ried - She got down to the "P. S., .
glanced over couple of lines, and then
I yelled right out: ''Not coming home till
next week! Trains showed in! Great
press of busincss!<<7 I'll see whether he
isn't coming! Bub, where's the tele.
graph otiice?" And she ran across the
street and sent him dispatch which made
the operators hair stand up as he re.
ceiyed and read it:--Detroit Free Press.
ell. IN 1oHE WITH'4 R0IcE: l.. a.. I:
+ was in Vienna, intent upon seeing all
the sights Of that magnificent city. It
was hot summer Sunday, day which
at home would have been spent in read.
ing the newspaper and trying to keep
cool; but such Incidence could not be in
du]ged in the capitol of Austria, when
time was precius and places of interest
unnumbered. My travelling companion
was a young Scotch physician, who was
making tour of the continent before set
thing down 70 practic in Glasgow: He
had just finished his studies, but had al.
ready seen good deal Of tie world, and
was an excellent man to travel with. l
had fallen in with him at Dresden, and
We were about the same age, and both
; ''on pleasure bent, The Scotch1nan,
with as little Scotch stiffness and preju-
dice about him as possible, and an Am
erican, Of cosmopolitan tastes and varied
experiences formed co-partnership
which only terminated with the end Of
our travels.
On this particular Sunday, as we sat
down to breakfast, [ took out my we'll
worn guide-book to find out what the in
telligent stranger is going to do; for
whatever may be said against these little
volumes of extra7agant description and
superfuous advice, have always consid-
cred it great comfort to have my days.
work all planned out for me, and the re-
sponsibility of properly disposing of my
time taken off my shoulders. | found
tfat we should go to St. Stephens cath
edral for early service, and happen in at
St. Augustine in time to hear the won:
derful music, which, according to our au-
to be overlooked by the conscientious.pil-
grim.
| Acting upon this advice we fastened
to the grand St Stephens, tried to un-
derstand what the hoarse priest was
saying, strolled about the spacious aisles
looking at tombs, pictures, and monu-
ments, puzzled over some old inscriptions
which we couldn't read, got chilled
through from the contrast between the
swcltering weather outside and the ever
cool interior, and then left. Taking a
1facre, we drove to St. Augustine S, the
church where the beautiful monument to
IQueen Somebody is. We took back
seats nearly under the organ, and busted
ourselves looking at the church and the
people entering, until the music began.
This is what everybody seemed to have
come for. The seats were filed, the aisles
were crowded, and every one waited pa
tiently3for the first notes Of the organ.
At last#the service began. A few low
chords led to chorus, well, but not ex-
Extraordinarily sung. I began to be a lit
tie disappointed. Was this the best mu-
sic in. Vienna? We could do better than
| this in New York. My unmusical com.
panion,. to whom all singing was the
same, lnurged me and asked III were not
about ready to move on. We would wait
a minute, suggested, as the crowd was
SO dense that it would be difficult making
] ones way though it. Another chorus,
boisterous and contrapuntal then a bass
solo, commonplace and Wearisome then
a short organ prelude, and-ac revelation.
Y es it seemed revelation Of divine mel
ody, a very unfolding of the gates of par.
adise 1t was female voice, rich. sweet.
full. and fresh. | cannot at all describe
| ~ h1,t ho7 cf1 /,
me. So tender, so sublime was her song
that my soul was reused from it's leth.
argy, and even MY Scotch companion
whispered: "That' what we came for
listen!' The audience was hushed as by
magic; those who had been rcstlcssy
moving about the alSles, after the man.
ner Of irrevcrent European church-goers.
S God still; all were attentive; all turned
their heads and drank in those eloquent
tones. 1t was a pathetic little adagio
she sang, | have no idea what mast r
composed it, or from what it was taken.
| have never tried to find out that, but |
know that it expressed the deepest, dear.
est religious longings of great heart. land
was rendered with a consclcntiousnesS Of
its full significance, an appreciation Of its
meaning that was nothing short of a rev.
citation to me. l strained my neck to see
the singer. but she was hidden from view
The song went on increasing in fervo,
and tenderness; some wept, all were sub
dued, the chul ch seemed sanctifed bv
heavenly melody, and we sat wondering
at what we heard, as St. John did at
what he saw. The close came with sol.
emn, long drawn cadence, the voice
ceased, the spell fingered moment, and
was broken by the rough voice of a
priest from the altar. ''Comc,'' | said