Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1878-03-15
FOr the Beacon.

''Nus!c hath ehsrnsto soothe the ssvags breast" |"
Perhaps il has, but am supposed 10
be somewhat Of lamb-like nature, yet
] must acknowledge The faintest echo.
musical aFouses ali the dormant savage.
ness Of my disposition. u aets upon
me ss does the thrilling wsr-whoSp upon
our red untutosed brothers ol the Forests.
Yes, IL coaverts ne into . savage.
an in dilemms, Q quandaEy, worse
still, on the supreme edge Of despair.
il is nay misfortune 70 live in tene-
Iuent hease. There is sscmethiag next
door which perhaps in antediEasian
times did duty as . piano, sad night
ly q young.lady exercises her Engess On
Il and % the same time plays upon my
nerves IN no gentle manner. She thinks
she can sing. Now 4 indulge ocess-
ionslly in that amusement, bot ] have
resolved 10 withdraw from the Choral
: Club and shall certainly have 10 vacate
these premises or that girl must stop
yelling I" Ah.kelle morte" every spare
interval. Shade Of Verdi come and
tell her how 10 pronounce the words.
Lately I aave been somewhat Of . re-
eluse. She must know it, for every
evening I am reminded There's q let
ter in the candle for thee," and i-whis-
per back, eOnloand you and the letter.
Immediately follows " Tia evening
bsingu my heart 10 thee" and before ]
have time 20 eommeat ssdibly, here
comes IL love my love-" ss IL ] cared
whether she did OF net. Alter few
moments cessation Of hostilities, comes
ia pathetic tones, 81 cannot love an
other" Nobody asks you, I mutter.
Then in o voice that thrills through is
the invltstion given "Tske back the
heart" ssy something and make
desperate effort 90 concentrate my
thoaghts. when here comes "Did you
think Of me to-day" followed by take
me 10 your heart again" and thea IN
most enlreating accents "Speak 10 me..s
Ill be drawn and quartered Il ] can
stand this, ] calculate, aad just ss my
nerves are al their highest tension and
sny head throbbing here comes ''Then
You'll remember me-" ! rather think
] shall. 7 cay 10 myself Like Oh on
the troubled waters, welcome as the
dinner bell wken an hungry, hoats on
the tremaloes siF "Good night---fare.
well" -, !. : - =. - a.s .-s.
Ihreashe . long satis6ed smen Is the
last Aote dies a1ay, ior knew that j.
the signal thsa ass sAaEtysdom 10 over st
least for the rest Of the evening. u
think Il might have added . new intsrs
esttd thu '.fnfereq.i. bad nsnfe 'iniro-.
duced place -whese such exhsleraiing
sounds would Fevefale from mora till
night. .TFE9z nNhagh Nxla31
Sometimes I think am dong pen
zee for my past misehiesoas pfanks. ]
remember with whsa plessureI i esed 10
carry around ny base drum md rat tat
tat away Just under poor Miss wilkins
window, and how enjoyed her frantic
efforts % sprinkle ny devoted head.
What fun I had tying tins TO the eau.
die appendages Of any iuckless stray
dog aud Introducing him into the hbta-
~ js.st in the midst Of grandpa's nap.
realize now the emotions Of those
two perseeuted beings, and I think am
doing condign penanee.
Al little boys take warning. Don't
blow horns. don't beat drums, don't or
nament dogs. doa't. don't DO aaytkiag
that might brins retributicn on your
mankood or old zee.
III had an eucmy snd wanted TO pun
ish him I would Try and eonsign him 90
quarters like ny own. where bis soul
would be entranced with sounds sweeter
than the songs .of Gree or The strains oi
0rpheus. .
present 10 al martyrs like myself
che sondplenes, ~ ....,,