The times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1890-1903, 1890-09-07
The SONGS of Other DAYS.

Inc NoHLa bi NiItf bANNs
From dawn 10 dewy eve the sound Of his
whistle used 10 culi,en tine air. With the
early milk came the brisk strain Of Dandy
Jim, Of Caroline; the morning rolls were
handed i'm to the air of Old Dan Tucker; the
butchers boy rendered the pleasing melody
f Lucy Long, or Lucy Neal; the thoughtful
schoolboy measured his pace schOOlward -
the solemn strains Of | ncle Ned, and Pc
turned thence 10 the liyclier measure Of ON,
Susanah, In the domestic group. he
speedCd the hours with Stop dat kuOckin',
Sich "A Gittn' Ups airs. Wait f0T the Wagon.
Carry Me Back 20 Ole Nirginny, and the
Swanee J. ~. Folks then didn't look up
their geography books TO learn whether
somebody had spclt the word "suwanee.'
He had melody or two from tn Mexican
war the Maid of Monterey. whisiled 10 a
hymn tune. our excellent grandfather
used to regale himself. while he sat over
long at table. taking more wine than was
good for him. 10y warbling such ditie5 a,
The Derby Ram, The Fine Old English
Gentleman, Since We're I'm Good Company.
No, sir. No, Old Resin the Bow iva, OA
the Blue Canaries. CTui-kccn Lawn,
The Lighthouse. The Bottle. with 90
choice assortment Of hurting s0ugs.
Meantime, the young ladies at the
piano-thcy were grandma aud 1.-THE girls, -
as she calls them lifted their voices 90 Meet
Ne BY Moonlight. We Meet. Twas i'm 70
Crowd. Blue-Eycd Mary. My Heart and
Lutte. Long. Long AGO. Home sweet Home.
with assorted screnadcs and the like artles-
compositions. After the gentlemen APP
peared. not little flushed, The melodies of
Mr. Thomas Moore were In order. alOns
with songs of arch type; ON. Dear. What
Can the Matter q Lords of Creation. and
Miss Myrtle. How many old heads ought
10 wag low as they recall a stanzl of Miss
Myrtle.
he can sing ike a tulihuch OF i.nuot.
And talk Ike an archbishop. too:
She can play you 20 rubber ami WIN li.
If she's got nothing better To TO.
She can chatter Of poor laws and uthc1.
OF the value 90 labor and land.
What pity when clarmlne women
Ialk.of things whiSh they don't under
stand. Dis.
And it was upon This condition %: affairs
that negro mlnstrclsy arose and for a iCW
brief years carried nearly aii before 10.
Most of the little that WAS len of the old
singing was Swept before the airs of D0ni-
zetti. Bellu.. Bale, and the rest of that
tuneful choir. These We're forthwith set On
The barrel organs, whence they were learned
by the delightful small bOy. lie did not
then. more than now. attend grand opera.
but his pcscatOre lgn0biie. his Soldier Life.
his II -egct0, and fay0rte something
from The Crown Diamonds. -hrillcl on
all airs. Ills attention was divided by
Jeanette and Jeann0i, Blue Juniata Roll
ON, silver Moon. Gayly the lruubadour,
and a certain NapOitaiuo az whom Doe
was dreaming. These gems glOwed iI
their glory at the same time as The
opera pieces and the first score or two
OF the minstrel tunes. The small boy
Whistled them all with yi-or and precision.
and be Whi,ticd them all thc time. Tho
mere expert OF him cultivated trii's and
imprOysed variations and altogether he
was good deal of a canary. Then appear
ed the dramatic lyric Wilkins and his
D.nah. which for brief season hauished aii
other musical compositions from the face OF
the earth. When this blast had blown itself
OUT the bowed flowers Of harmony lifted
their heads again: bat meantime John
brougham and others had been presenting
Irish comedy, and some blooms from
tina; field, w dow MacAree, The
Bould soldier Boy. and others. We're
added 90 the musical pOsy. And oar father
IL is painful 90 confess. nc was addicted o.
nocturnal yocaiZati0n. His skill iu cXccu-
ton may Doe inferred from hl- taste IN selec-
ton. II is the appalling truth that heWOulf
chant his Landlord. lill, his smoking
song. his Cheer Up, his Rolling Home. hi.
hoW. Itfudifr lta-I crude Ul IiS PERFORM
ances was his l-pi-dcc lie would lend q
mighty chorus 90 the Young gentleman
from The Point while they sang songs OF
triumph about lAmpico's Fatal shore.
The Land Of sun and Flowers. ana
invoked hcncdicli0u7 ON the memory Of
Gallant Brady. Then came the war. And
still the small boy whistled brayely enough.
lie Touched the Elbow. BE Kissed Him
for His Mother, lie was Johnnie Came
Marching Home. lie Marched Through
Georgia. He Tramp, Tramp, Tramped.
lie >hOOed His Flies. And then came
peace; and amid its cankers, first. the Old
mnstrelsy declined: then the barrel ORGANS
took mp with new tunes; and e. the sum
and en- Of DO all and this is the one odd
feature Of the buslness-the small boy Lost
his whistle. There is no more music In
him now than i'm a moulting cat-biri.
silently the bakers lad delivers the morn
ing rolls. No mute az "a funeral il stilicr
than the butchers youth. The milkmau
pursues his round with an air as of con-
yicton Of sin. Even the TOM girl wears her
hat on her head instead of swinging 10 by
one Of its strings. and the spirits that used
TO Ciieuesce in whistle arp now c0rkcd up
ana work on her moral nature. The time
is out OF joint. and
at, Ohi for the sound Of time that's dead
And the note ola pipe That is s,ill.'
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