The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1876-01-13
Harmonic Society.

Judge LongDOn, singing by Miss Miller, NJ. d.
Jones, ID. Stones and Eben Jones, speech. by l..
May, Esq.
Committee on Concert reported gross receipts
Sll7, expenses SIS.
II. Mackley, Esq, was elected honorary men,
ber OF the Society.
The committee in behalf of the Society return
thanks to the public for so literally sustaining
the first grand concert, and hope TO give them
something better next time.
The following original poem was read by f.
Crandall, when making the presentation to
Mr.. Jones:
My friends, We have passed the threshold
Ofa newborn year;
The Centennial Of our Nat ion Is liberty,
That boon to US most dear.
That venerable man, with hoary locks,
Old Father Time,
Whose picture filled our you thful heart
With feelings awful and sublime
With that same old scythe within his grasp,
Is steadily marching on,
His step is as vigorous as when
The universe, enraptured, heard the song
or the stars, as they grandly sang together,
Thousands Of years agone.
His ancient blade is quite as sharp,
His strokes are full as strong.
This is the time. to retrospect the year
Now numbered with the past,
That this year we may shun the rocks
On which we foundeged last.
We would like TO bring before your vision
A panorama, full and clear;
But the old machine for making rhymes
Is sadly out Of gear
Cogs broken, screws loose, journals rusty,
And something lacking In the upper henri
sphere.
You should see the matter we ground out.
Twas such a complex mixture:
A Jackson lawyer could not weave II
Into a decent texture.
There We're grasshoppers politics, hard times,
Potato bugs and fires,
Floods, smallpox, butchers bills,
And lots OF things no gentleman desires;
Boss Tweed, narrow gauge, whisky rings,
Scandal and fraudulent votes,
Money tight, men ditto, more patent medi-
cines,
Murders and protested notes,
Hot weather, suicides, entertainments,
And few stump speeches;
Weddings, and the same old SANDER,
About the ladies wearing breeches.
Intermixed with the bad, was much Of good;
Amongst which was our Harmonic;
Which we intend to keep alive,
And learn the science of dominant and
tonic,
Regardless of the SCOTS and sneers,
Or of the grins saTdonic
OF wise professors who spill their ink
Into paragraphs ironie.
Ladies and gentlemen,
With your kind permission,
We will now proceed TO execute
very pleasant commission.
We are delegated 10 have a chat
With a man by the unusual name OF Jones.
Not our President Jones,
Who started over the hills and over the
stones,
On his way to Dixie with a darkie,
Travelling hand in hand.
We mourn our fallen chief
Who went to Dixie with that coatraband.
We are not after the genial Jones,
Who, meet him where you will,
The people after him are yelling:
"The Sword Of Bunker Hill."
We have never seen the sword,
But have heard him sing that song,
And every time we heard 1t, wished
II were more than twice as long.
Neither is 1t the Jones who mangIes the base,
And slays the bumble-bee,
And lacerates the minor modus,
Whenever he sings up q.
Who slides and stamps and glldes.
In manner excruciaiing to hear,
And heart-rending and disgusting
To an educated ear"
There is another Jones' who sings the tenor
And blows the clarionet;
He Is jolly good fellow,
But not the man we're after yet.
Nor Is IL the Jones who sings the alto,
And is noted for his drawing.
Whenever we want a caricature,
He shall have a showing.
But we will not detain you
In trying to go through the Jones list.
For, should we undertake IT,
A thousand, more or less, would be missed.
You have heard of the little waif
Found floating on the water,
That was taken in charge, and tenderly reared,
BY Pharaoh's lovely daughter.
He was afterward the chosen leader
Ofa favored band
Who followed him, through sea and wildeI-
ness,
In search Of the promised land.
Old Phoraoh's : hosts. who followed them.
Were swallowed in the sea;
A warning to our enemies
Ofwhat their fate may be.
Our leader, too, like theirs,
Has name which rhymes with posies,
Aud we hope he will never get lost in the
woods,
But that his path may be strewn with
roses.
In his ability to lead,
His band full confidence reposes,
And like Israel Is children, we
VIII follow the lead of Moses.
Your dignihed department we have seen,
As over other shoulders you have been as
sailed,
You correctly thought the right would still,
As in the past, 1t has prevailed.
The pointless shafts of sarcasm
Have fallen harmless at your feet,
And those who hurled them have met
An ignominious defeat.
You were unScathed by the contumely,
And the bitter words OF scorn.
The stately OK hecds not the gnat
Which alights upon bis horn.
The crowded concert room,
Filled by your friends mdssc,
To all intents AMI purposes,
Has sent your adveTSaries TO grass.
Those hundreds OF friends
Now ask you to accept
This tribute TO your worth,
And token of their respect,
with their heartfelt wish
That you MAJ live a hundred years,
And at last be called to join the upper choir,
In the the bright celestial spheres.