The comet. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1877-1882, 1879-04-19
For THE COMET.
She couldn't Play"
BY vALETINE voX.

| bl fALEIlNE WA
: I like music. Yes, I'm very fond O
music. firmly believe that could sit a
night long on an eight ounce track and lis
ten to beautiful music. don't know, per
haps if were put to the test, might al
ter my opinion in this respect, but my pres
ent state of mind authorizes me to say tha
would wiggle around on that track AM
tell the music to ''go on" In fact the en-
tire Vox family have long been famous fo
their fondness for music My grandfather
William Wimbledon Vox, came to his deatf
by standing out on the gallery one freezing
January night, with no clothes on wortl
mentioning, and drinking in the swee
strains of brass band and my uncle
Joseph Mapleton Vox, broke his neck
while endeavoring 10 construct French
guitar.
l never had enough music but twice dur.
ing my life.
The first of these occasions was when
I swallowed music box, while boy.
There came very near being vacancy in
the Vox family on that occasion.
However, I survived the event, and the
music box, after playing around in my in
terror for day or two, finally became dis
couraged and bursted. Perhaps it was dis
satisfied with its apartments.
The other time, when I got my fill of
music, was only an evening or two since,
when called around to see my girl.
After we had sat in the parlor for about
an hour, conversing about the weather and
the price of bacon and coal oil, I began
to feel weary of the grocery business, and
requested Miss Angelina to step over to
theIpiano and play and sing some for me.
Greatly, can't play, Mr. Vox, said she,
tossing her head around like duck in a
thunder storm
"Why, Angelina!' remarked her mother
(the old lady was in there too).
After the old lady and had spent about
an hour in begging and entreating Angelina
to honor us with little music, and I was
beginning to fervently wish that the whole
family, Angelina included, was at the bot
tom of the Atlantic ocean, she consented
to sing "just one little song, if Mr.. Vox
would promise not to criticize her"
gave her the required promise, and she
took her seat at the piano.
In few moments "Come where my love
lies dreaming" was flying around that room
at the rate of forty miles a second, and the
piano sounded like fire engine at Chi
cago confagration,
When the last note had died away, Ange-
lima looked around at me inquiringly. Of
course remarked that it was just lovely
know 1 lied, but had it to do.
BY this time it was growing rather late,
and I arose to go, but the old lady begged |
me to stay just one moment longer and
hear Angelina sing "When the roses come
again"
resumed my my seat and Angelina
struck up on "When the roses" etc.
Then the old lady made her play "Pass
under the rod" When she had finished
this, came to the conclusion that 1 had
passed under the rod long enough, and
once more endeavored to take my departure.
But Angelina and the old lady wouldn't
allow it. "must stay and hear her play
little more"
1 was desperate, but took my seat again.
'I'll remember you love in my prayers"
next assailed my delighted ears, and was
followed by about 10 instrumental pieces.
Then she went to singing again. She spent
he next ten minutes in Gathering up the
shells from the sea shore" After this she
Padded her own ''canoe" for awhile, and
inally wound up on an old instrumental
piece that would have caused Blind Tom,
ould he have heard it, to fade away and
lie. '
Then she got up, and after grinning like {
monkey with new cap, sweetly remark
d that she scarcely ever played for CONS :
any-only occasionally for the amusement /
f the children" c
With an inward feeling of pity for the !
ars of the poor children, seized my hat, .
ade her goodnight and proceeded home +
-ard, sadder and q sleepier man. +,
like music-I adore music, but Ill he !
licked to death by three-legged mule, :
efore I'll sit up three-fourths of the night :
gain and listen to an insane, crack>voiced
,male perform on sixty year old piano. I