The morning call., 1891-09-06

this commander, who could have calmly or
dered his men in the face of death, was
so much touched by the song that saw the
tears gather in his expressive eyes. was
he thinking of the terrible struggle that h Is
country had lately passed through, that ne
himself may have fought IMP Or did the
memories of wife and children far over the
sea come up with irresistible sway?
Another little incident l should Ike TO
mention to show that what threats ana an
ger could not do music did. and the lmmor-
tai Shakespeare is again forever true where
be says:
The man that hath not music in himself,
Nor s not moved with concord OF sweet sounds.
Is 1T for treasons. stratagems and spoils. .
Let such man be trusted.
IRISH SCHOOLS.
Children grow very weary with the long
hours in Irish schools. Those III authority
have not yet reached that height OF good
care by which American and English chill
dIen are allowed home for lunch. n doubt
a half-hnur recess tor lunch brought by the
pupil is the rule, but II Is not nearly sucn a
complete change and consequent refresh
ment And so the children languish from
o'clock, and often it was possible for sew
eral to slip out or run away from the singing
lesson, One little girl, encouraged by the
repeated success of some of her school
mates in thus getting home an hour earlier,
determined to make bold burst ana ny.
1neE6 was SUMS epliI6 VA az "NAAAS
or she was tired, not even music had chsr ms
to detain her that day. to rouse her dul LED
conscience to a sense of duty, or TACT Oh
to-mOrrOw's possible punishment Unfor-
tunately the great George was unusually oo-
servant, and in laundering voice, with
passionate rolling eyes, ordered the mo nj
tors to take the names of the miserable de-
linquencies. Next day, Saturday, hat
holiday, when singing class came round,
George Washington appeared, formidable
sight to some. Up he marched to the des K.
and with cruel deliberation $50 the guilty
thought read out the names OF about ten
girls. my young friend among them, and
commanded them to stand in full view OF
all-some of whom felt wonderfully good,
not having offended yesterday, but the day
before. However high the ten held their
heads they were all inwardly quaklng.
Then such a TRADE, such torrent of violent
words were deluged upon their devoted
heads until almost half-relenting for their
misdeeds one little girls heart was turned
TO the obStinacy of a mule by the last angry
fling, "To think that / should have TO
teach such girls" said in most scathlng
manner. Wild horses could not have moved
her then. But in a moment the angry
teacher cooled down, and because he was
also generous, bore no malice, so turning to
the class he gave the order for new song
to be sung Then 1t was That the wrainIul.
hurt little heart was broken, that all her
outraged feelings died away, and what all
sCoidng could not do the sweet strains OF
The Shamrock Isle was long
The pri lie of poets song,
For learning shed her radiance through the land,
And heroes OF renown
Their banners all lay down.
To come hunt bic pilgrims TO her strand
REsENTFUL HUMoR.
Full well ACCOMPLISHED, and melted away
the resentful humor. filling the young pu oil
with compunction for having vexed teacher
who had the power of giving such exqus site
pleasure, even if it were akin to pain. The
song was nothing very CLASSICAL you may
say, yet with power and pathos enough to
stir many soul
Another pathetic incident happened in
one Of our pleasant lessons when the master
would not insist on any theory nor new
song, the time being spent In singing faV-
orltes of both teacher an d pupils. We were
all joining in the simple ballad Break 1t
Gently TO Ny Mother" and as the alto and
soprano blended IN sweetest harmony we
were touched to see a girl quietly soobing,
and when the lie lcher observed her lie could
not hide the quick tears of sympathy, as we
all remembered this girl had just recently
lost dear brother while he was bravely
performing his duty at sea.
There are those who remember the con-
certs which Mr. Washington used to organ
ize and lead, and how popular and we'll at
tended they were. An orchestra packed
with hundreds of his young people-b oys
aud girls; the Ulster Hail. capable of hold
ing several thousands, without standing
room, was a scene not to be easily forgotten;
and enthusiasm increased when the grand
Muiholand organ burst forth. ami tn au
dience greeted the appearance OF Ge orge
Washington In the beartiest manner On
these occasions a pupil of extra musical
ability would he brought forward. and sew
eral who have since gained distinction owed
their first recognition from this observant
teacher. When the time came for George
himself to sing, will those WHO have heard
him ever forget the patnos. the tenderness
with which he could render songs OF sad
significance, nor again the inimitable man
ner, the comical faces with which he would
inform the audience
Oh! I'm not myself at all, Molly, dear;
It's my shadow the wall, Molly. dear.
HE was a short mani; or it might be
Barney O'Hay" or Kate Kearney"?
George Washington passed away many
years ago. II WAS found a most diff
cult task to fill his place. Indeed, that can
never be DONE for individuality and eT-
sonal influence are immortal. AMI so they
live in the memories of his pupils and of
those whom they have taught. | grow gar
rulous on such theme, and conclude with
the lines so often sung in class, and by
which | would bring back the former loved
nusie-master to the memories Of some of
his pupils now far away from the scenes of
their youth
Music oh. how soft. how sweet.
Language fades before thy spell,
Why should feeling ever speak
When thou canst breathe her soul so well
Friendships balmy words may teign,
Loves are cen more false than they.
Oh, tits only mu5c's strain
Can sweety soothe and not betray.
KATE McBR IDE