Connecticut western news., 1877-05-04
RecOllectiOns of a GIee Club.
BY PARMENAS MIX.

Those old songs-even now they come faintly to my ear, borne on the gentle zephyrs of memory. catch De Gol- yer's tremulous air Che never had much confidence in his voice, Dunlap's melt ing tenor and sfBlueskin's" heavy bass, which was so very deep and strong that the other singers were obliged to get right down to their work in order to secure vocal representation. My voice comes to me also; lost it several years ago-it wasn't much of loss.
 Alone in my own room at midnight when the village is still and my wearied creditors are asleep. I often recall the old days. Again I stand beneath the pallid moon with my silver-tongued companions and sing. Neither of us could read music-it was our business to sing 1t. There were few synical critics who alluded to us as "Euter- pean homicides,' and named among our victims, ''Nelly Gray" "Annie of the Vale," and an Irish lady named "Belle Mahone." Strong in the assur- ance, however, that the severest criti. cism is often directed against superior merit, we paid little attention to un- complimentary opinion. We had each of us been told that with the proper cultivation and practice we might take high rank in the musical world, conse- quently we continued our midnight serenades, scattering our melodious favors promiscuously among our female acquaintances. am quite certain that if outdoor exercise was as conducive to vocal improvement as it is to physical development, we would now be drawing heavy salaries as vocalists. am pained to say tbat we are not. Indeed, the overworked and discouraged air that characterizes each one of us to-day is not the result of drawing heavy salary over the rocky routine of our profes- sions. Pecuniarily we are unincum- bered.
 hardly think that shall ever forget my performances with the old glee club. I was in love at the time, and the fair being who entrapped my affections was, quite naturally, made the innocent tar get of 8 great many of our musical broadsides. We sang ourselves hoarse beneath her window. As general thing we would continue the entertain ment for an hour or more. When at last our list of songs was exhausted we would steal noiselessly away, drawing g mental pictures of white robed being sitting up in bed wiping away the tears that had been drawn out by our affec- ting allusions to certain "Poor Old Slave" and somewhat famous piece of cutlery known as the ''Sword of Bun ker Hill."
 One night we went around rather earlier than usual and took up our ac- customed position on the sidewalk be- meath the window where we supposed our victim lay, fondly hoping that we'd come 'round and entrance her for an hour or two. We opened up with ssFather, Come Home." DeGolyer, with his tremulous air, had got as far as
 'ofs-arther. deerfarther, come home with mean. l "0WT
 when the door was softly opened and a sweetly-familiar voice requested me to step that way. It was Madeline, bless her dear heart, and felt confident that we were to be invited to partake of wine and cake. She drew me quietly into the hall and said:
 'Parmenas, you know think the world of you and would never find fault with anything you did, but father is so curious. Now your singing doesn't annoy me bit-I sleep very soundly, and am not disturbed in the least by voices in the street. But father works in boiler shop, you know, and he says he hears racket enough during the day without being pestered at night. He just now woke me up-he had his shotgun in his hand, and he told me that if didn't go down and put a stop to your singing he'd cripple you all for life. Pm so sorry, Parmenas-can't you go off to the woods somewhere, and sing?"
 faintly replied that I supposed we could, and sheepishly withdrew. When 1 reached the sidewalk the boys wanted to know what was up. As l couldn't think of divulging the awful truth, told them in hushed accents that Miriam da's grandfather was lying dangerous ly i'll, and that when DeGolyer struck up "Father, Come Home," he thought it was the angels calling him, and com menced to sink very rapidly. The fam fly return their heartfelt thanks, I ad- ded, but earnestly request that we shall discontinue the serenade. "Blue-skin, ,'' the heavy bass, wished to revive the pa- tient~by singing s'The Old Sexton. :" but better counsels prevailed, and we silent ly left the premises.
 After that, somehow or other, lost all interest in musical affairs, and with drew from the club. My companions, however, continued to serenade, with varying success, until one night while they were endeavoring to charm red headed girl with whom "Blue-skin' picked up a filtration, they received their quietus. They were singing: 'sOn, on, the boys came marching,
 l Like grand, majestic sea-"
 When the girls father emptied a wash tub of water on their heads from an upper window. It came down like a "grand, majestic sea, "you understand. It may be that the old gentleman mere ly wished to illustrate the song-at any rate, the boys took it as an insult, and that was the end of the glee club.
 Dr. schl1emann's Discoveries.
 If +ba indafatioahIe Dr. Sch1iemann