The Russellville Democrat., 1878-10-17
Rubenstein's Piano Playing.
Jup BROWNS DESCRIPTION THEREOF.

Jud, Iuey S'tN you Heaiu heheh- . stein play when you were in New York. Well, tell us about it.
 What, me? ] nights well tell you about the creation of the world"
 "Comc, now; no mock modesty. s6o ahead"
 'Wcll, sir, he had the blamedest, biggest, cattycorncredest banner you ever laid eyes on, Somethin' like I distracted billiard table oh three legs. The lid was h'isted, and mighty well it was. If it hadn't been, he'd a-torn the intile insides clean out, and scattered 'em to the four winds of heaven
 a Played well, did heY
 H@''You bet he did; but don't inter- run me. When he first set down he peared to kecr mighty little bout play. and wiaht he hadn't come. He twcedle-leedTd Q httle on the treble. and twoodle-oodle le-oodlc'd some on the bass; just ioolin, and boxin' the things jaws for bcin' in his way. And says to q man sit tin next to me, s l, what sort of a fool playn' is that? And he says 'Hec'shr But presently his hands | commenced chasin one mother up and down the keys like . passel of rats scampeyin' through garret very swift. Parts oft was sweet, though, and reminded one of sugar squirrel turning the wheel of candy cage.
 "'Now,' l says to my neighbor, she's shown off. He thinks he S a doin' if, but he aiut got no idee, no plan of nothin. If he'd play me up a tune of some kind or other, I'd
 But my neighhor says 'Hee'shn very impcrtineut.
 s'I was just about to git up and go 'lome, bein' tired of that fooishness, wheE l heard little bird waking up away of in the woods, and calling sleepy like to his mate, and l looked up and see Raben was beginnin' to take some interest in his business, ard I set down again. It was the peep O day. The light come faint from the east. The breeze blowcd gentle and fresh; some more birds walked up in the orchard; then some a~ more in the trees near the house, s,snd all begun singin' together Peo- Die begun to stir and the gal open ed the shutters. Just then the first beam of the sun fell upon the bios sons, a little more and it techt the roses on the bushes, and the next thing it was broad day; the sun fair lf blazed, the birds sang like they'd split their little throats; all the leaves was moyin' and fiashin' dia' mons of dew, ana the whole wide < world was bright and happy as a king. Seemed to me like there was n breakfast in every house in the land and not Il sick child or a woman anywhere. It was a fine mornin' And says to my neighbor, that's music, that is.'
 "But he glared at me like he'd like to cut my throat
 'l'resently the wind turned; it be ehn to thicken up, and kind o s gtay mist come over things; l go @ low spirited d'rectly. Then sllVeI rain began to fail. l could see tho drops touch the ground; some flash cd up like long pearl earrings, an' the rest rolled away like round ru bies. It was pretty, but melancholy Then the pearls gathered themselve into long strands and necklaces, ant then they melted into thin siIve streams running between golde .. pravels. and then the streams lolne' each other at the bottom, and mad n brook that flowed silent eXceE that you could kinder see the music specially when the music went alon down the valley. l could smell tn flowers in the meadow. But the su didn't shine, nor the birds sing;
 was q foggy day, but not cold lo most curious thing was the httI white angel boy, like you see pictures, that ran ahead of the musj brook, and led it on, away out of til world, where no man ever was never was, certain; l could see th' just as plain as see you. Then u moonlight came, without any sunsc and shone ou the grayeyards, whe
 some few ghosts lifted their han'
 and went oyer the wall and betweC
 the black sharp-top trees splend
 marble houses rose up, with tiI