Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1890-09-10

OF wonders many and manifold9
A tale that often comes to me
And fills my heart and haunts my
BRAIN,
And never wesries nor grows cid.
HE recites the LEGEND of Ben RAB-
BL
!Sicilian.-Ol1 Edschi, forbear to-
night
Your ghostly legends of alright,
And let the Tslmud rest in peace;
Spare US your dismal tales of death
That almost take away ones breath:
So doing, msy your tribe increase,
He plays a merry air On piano, then
turns to jew
While -nu spoke, telling your legend
marv Gus
ddenl in my memory woke.
The tho ght of one now gone from u.s.
An o d ,bate, meek~and mild.
My ..Iend and teacher, when a child.
W 40 sometimes in those days of old,
T % legend of an angel told
1t ran, as 1 remember thus.
He recites KING ROBERT OF SICILY.
All applaud; Landlord stands up.
LandLord-Listen my friends, and you
shall hear (etc.)
He recites PAUL REvERE's RIDE.
Landlord-( Taking sword DOWN This
sword WAS in the fight.
Poet-1t is the sword of good knight.
Though homespun was his coat-of-
mail
What matter if it be not named JOY
ense, Coleda, Durindsle.
Excalibur or Aronndight,
Or other name the books record?
Your ancestor, who bore this sword
As Colonel of the Volunteers,
Mounted upon his old grey mare,
Seen here and there and everywhere.
To me a grander shape appears
Than old Sir William or what not,
Clinking about in foreign lands,
With iron gauntlets on his hands,
And on his head an iron potp'
(All laugh. Landlord hangs up
sword).
.Student--The ladies and the cavaliers,
The arms, the loves, the courtesies,
The deeds of high emprise L singi
Thus Ariosto says, in words
That have the stately stride and ring,
OF armed knights and clashing
swords,
Now listen to the tale 1 bringi
Listeni though not to me belong
The flowing draperies of his song
The words that rouse. the voice that
charms.
The landlords tale was one of arms;
Only tale of love is mine,
Blending the human and divine,
tale of the Decameron, told
In Palmicri's garden old,
By Fiametta, laurelcrowned,
While her companions lay around.
He recltes TIE FALCON OF HERR
FEDERICO.
Musician takes up his violin.
Nusician-My other story was too
long;
So now L give you but a song,
An old tradition of the North;
But first, to put you In the mood,
will little while prelude
And from this instrument draw forth
Something by way of overture.
He plays, and then recites The BAL
LAD OF CARMILHAM
Poet-List to tale of Charlemagne,
When like thunder-cloud, that low
And sweeps from mountain-crest to
coast
With lightning flaming through its
showers,
He swept across the Lowland PLAIN,
Beleaguering with his warlike strain
Paira, the country's pride and boast,
He recites CHARLEMAGSE.
Theoko0ian--Percha your chron
icler in writing this,
Had In his mind the Anahasis,
Where Xenophone describes the sd-
vance
Of Artaxer1es to the fight;
As first the low grey cloud of dust,
And then a blackness DER the fields,
As of q passing thunder-gust,
Then fash of braZen armors bright,
And ranks of men, and spears up
thrust,
Bowmen and troops with wicker
shields
And cavalry equipped in white
And charlots ranged in front of these
With scythes upon their axle-trees.
Neighing of horse heard outside.
SicilIan goes to the window and looks
outl.
.SiciLidn--Alasi alas for human greed,
That with cold hand and stony eye
Thus turns an old friend out to die,
Or beg his food from gate to gatel
This brings a tale into my mind
Which, if you are not disinclined
To listen, will now relate.
He recites The BELL OF ATRI.
THeoEogian-Among the noblest IN the
land
Though he may count himself the
least,
That man / honor and revere,
Who without favor, without fear,
In the great city dares to stand
The friend of every friendless beast,
And tames with his unhInching hand
The brutes that wear our form and
face
That were wolves of the human race. 4"
[Applausel.
Student-CLsyingh his hand on Spanish
jews shoulder).
Wake from your dreams, oh Edrchi !
Or dreaming, speak to us and make
A feint of being half awake,
And tell us what your dreams may be.
Out of the haZy atmosphere
OF cloud-lsnd deign to reappear
Among Us in this Wayside Inn;
Tell us what visions and what scenes
illuminate the dark ravines
In which you grope your way. Be
gInl
Spanish Jew recites KAMBALU.
Poet Now 10, your glittering caravan
"On the road that leadeth to Ispa-
ham
| Hath led us far into the East,
Iuto the regions OF Cathsy;
Spite of your Kalif and his gold
Pleasant has been the tale you told,
And full of color
STUDENT -Tha. at least, no one will
| question or gainsay.
SicilIan leads Theologian forward.
IheoIogion.-Many a legend do 1
know,
Writ by the monks of long ago,
Who loved to mortify the flesh,
So that the soul might purer grow,
And rise to a dIviner state.