The New Orleans daily Democrat. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1877-1880, 1880-02-08
IA SERENADE In HIGH LIFE.

Pursuant to our purpose to chronicle all
important events In high life, OF the circum-
stances OF which we can gain reliable In
formation, we now wish to place on record
the actual facts OF a serenade rendered to a
well-known resident Of the Fourth District on
Friday evening. We desire to say, however,
that II any contemporary ventures to make
use OF this III m In its columns next Sunday,
we shall expose the perfidious act without
mercy. We have taken great deal OF trouble
to ascertain the truth as to this serenade
Our reporter sat upon disagreeable picket
fence for more than half an hour, In immi-
nent danger Or the Watchdog and to the ir-
reparable ruin of his trowsers, and, after all
this, we don't propose to have the fruits OF
our enterprise appropriated by any Buzzy-
fuzzy or Thingabob.
The fact Ia, though that this serenade Gre
ated a profound sensation In the aristocratic
neichborhOod~ of First and Coliseum streets,
II must have been about 10 20 D. m.-we like
to be exact in these matters-when the open
Ing strains OF Susie, my darling" broke
loose upon the shudderlng night. The neigh
bors were expecting nothing. They had set
tied down to a quiet evening. Some had
gone to bed and others were getting ready
to 20. but after the first note Of that serenade
exploded, people were on an equality. There
wasn't a creature within a circuit Of half a
mile who felt sleepy. 1t was thrilling sere-
made, for fact. As far as we can Judge,
there must have been about thirty instru-
ments In the band-all brass, and most OF
them extra large; and, after the initial toot
from the leader, they all struck out for them
selves, with q power and enthusiasm that
lifted the hair Of the average citizen Of the
vicinity, and caused every dog within ear
shot to throw his whole soul into howl.
All. music, music; what divine and potent
influence Ia thine. Spirits rush to meet each
other upon thy rushing wings. Thou COM
forrest the forlorn, thou bracest up the weak,
thou boostest the ambitious, thou meltest the
flabby heart OF the young man, and thou
causest the emotion of the young woman to
seek her heels. Thou disturbest the starry
night, thou tunest up the colic-strtcken III
FAINT, thou stillest the voice OF the tom-cat
upon the woudshed ROOT, and thou cuttest up
hixh links ia general. But no matter. Peace,
tempestuous hosom Get wiped, on clammy
brow! We were r.marking that this serenade
led off with 'Susie, My Darling" and 1t now
becomes our painful duty to record that 1t
flowed easily into "Grandfather's Clock,
whence. by very natural transition 1t wound
up with "Plait that hair, Lenore." We have
heard a good many serenades. but none which
stirred US up to the extent Of this one. 1t
was social upheaval Of unprecedented mag
nitude, and when its object appeared at
the back gate OF the premises of one Of our
moet respected acknowledgement there
with blue bucket full of water, fresh from
the kitchen cistern, and with many blushing
Acknowledgements Of the compliment
this happened. we say-perhaps we are get
ting a little In coherent-it seemed to us that
the DEMOCRAT had indeed been fortunate In