Seattle daily post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, W.T. [Wash.]) 1881-1888, 1884-11-27

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asoft Der ~ fountain
Lin4csinR fnIis ~ soufheRu moon.
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weary looks, yet tender, y
Speak their fond farewell.
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Nita, Juanita.
Lean thou on my heart
This song, passionate in phrsssolo0
ties for fine voice 70 display is power
Sang ~ duet BY the girl Who sun,
alto, the girl who sung air" II was mar
velously thrilling and inspfsfnR- IL I'm
tender, sympathetic qualities that maxi
it msRni6eent boating spnR-
Among the pathetic folk-soaRs Of {
day that Il past II one called The Long
Long, Weary Day. =
y II
!. The long, long, weary day
In tears II passed away.
Yet still at evening ! am weeping.
Az from my windows highs
look out on the night,
! still am weeping,
Ny ions watch keeping"
The idle jingle Of words which makes
up the song Of today vas not accepted
Ia those uiden singing times. There
wns o direct and Irresistible appeal 20
the affections. Take such . song az
:" We Have Lived and Loved Together"
In these days of easily sstranGed hearts
tbs old song may NOS have the poyef 70
move freely the tears. as Il once did, and
lead to an early reconciliation:
1--WE have lived and loved together
Through many changing years;
We have shared each others gladness
And wiped each others tears
We have never known sorrow
That was long unsosthed by thee,
For thy smile can make a summer
When Garkrsess else would be-
It would be an outrage on the science
Of classic music perhaps to say that
g Roll on, Silver Moon" with the accom-
pauipent Of flute or ACCORDION, was
once among the Joys thar made home q
hallowed spot. And many world wise.
world weary man has listened to the
silver-tougusd Patti with less enjoyment
Than he did TO the girl with the blue
dress on. who first made his heart thrill
with s5ilver Moon" II IL an old fash
loned, quantity worded madriRal:
= As / strayed from my cot at the eloss
of the day,
Mid the ravishing beauties Of june,
'Neash jsssamins shade espied q fair
maid,
And abe plainsively sighed to the
moon: n
Rod on. silver mnon. guide the traveller
Oh his way,
While the nishtingale's song is in
tune;
Bat I never, never more with my true
love will stray
By the soft silver light Of the moon"
MANY who read this will recall the
time when they first heard the plaintiye.
pretty air, and begged the manuscript
version from the singer TO copy or CON-
NIT TO memory.
In some neighborhoods these songs
were forever Legendary; some visiting
girl sang them from memory; some one
Else translated them; words and even
lines were omitted and supplied at will.
No one ever in lifetime saw the words
Dr music printed. !.
These songs are songs OF places as vel
10 people. The young man who has
three kinda of wine at dinner cannotbe
expected TO appreciate Grnndfaher
" Old Oaken Bucket. IL
is not one Of the renembsances o. his
But who viii deny that It
would be better for him II i we're.
Songs without words suit him the best,
for he has no memories that be wishes
10 revive. The Hutchinsons drew crowds
with the old songs. People went 2 long
distance 10 hear them or Ossian dodge
sing the old familiar ballads. We may
and burlesque them, bat we have
nothing half 30 good in our modern col
|ections; and when some grand singer
stands up before $500 people, 1t 10 not
he trilIing OF an Italian bravura. or
French chauson, that melts all hearts TO
silence and tears: IL is tho dear old bal |
ad of "rhe Last Rose Of summer" or
hat world sung tremolo OF the heart,
. Home, Sweet Home"