The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1893-06-22

ers that they were quite angry and gave
up their parts altogether.
In vain did the wiser heads in the vii
lage demonstrate, for soon, indeed
most of the villagers had followed the
lead of their holder neighbors and
altered their songs to suit themselves.
So it came about that only few re-
tanned the simple, sweet melodies
which the singer had left them. OF the
rest, some had put in new notes and left
out old ones, some had changed the key
of their song to another which they
thought more suitable to their voice.
and some had so varied and simplified
their songs that the original theme
could scarcely be discerned. Most, in
deed, were, in this way and in that.
quite different from the songs left them
by the singer. 1t was true that few
who thus changed their scrolls found
out their mistake too late, and tried to
erase the alterations they had made
But here and there they had forgotten
note in the original melody, which,
try as they might, they could not re-
store. ~
The villagers were in this condition
when, one morning as, according to
their custom, they looked up to the lit
tie empty cottage on the cliff, they
found, to their great surprise, that IL
was again occupied. They had waited
so long that at first they could r1ak
credit their own eyes; but as
looked they saw the yellow smoke sdrf
up from the chimney, and they could
no longer doubt that at last the singer
had returned TO them. With mipgled
feelings they awaited his summons to
the study, some with joy of hope full
filed, Others with "a sense of theb own
insufliciency and shortcomings and
some with "a heavy weight of thame.
And, truly, many Jagged behind when
the little procession wound up the
mountain to the cliff. None, hpwever,
was so covered with dismay end con-
fusion, or SO stepped in ingratitude,
that he stayed behind altogether.
Even the most willful of them all
cared too much for the singerfor that.
So, administering, half-lingeing, the
villagers went to greet HIM.
When all were gathered together in
the study they knew so well and saw
him standing as they had so tften seen
him, erect in the freight, watching
them with the old luminous. tender
eyes, now smiling, now sad, they fell at
his feet with cry, and, Kidding up
their worn and blotted SCROLLS, they
sobbed out their joy and Their sorrow,
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children from their tasks st school.
The singer heard them with gentle
smile. He passed among them touch
ing now one and now another who
seemed most in need of comfort. BY
and by hush fell upon them all.
, "My people," he began slowly, II
have not lacked tidings of you in the
distant villages where have dwelt.
have heard how it has Jared with the
songs which l left you, and how you
have forgotten the melodies which I
taught you. You have spoilt their
beauty and their sweetness, and YOU
have perverted their meaning by ladd:-
tions and renderings of your own. But
because you have not forgotten me, thu
singer, have come to you that ! nay
teach you again the songs which sang
to you. Faulty indeed now would be
the opera if l should join all these
blotted scrolls into one, for the far-
monies are grown discordant. You
must learn them over again. But that
you may not fail another time, | wish
you to understand the full meaning of
each song that l gave you, and how
necessary each is to the harmony of the
whole. Then, with renewed hope and
earnestness, You may set to work once
more. |, therefore, knowing how you
had failed, have brought with me, from
othervillages which have better learned
the tasks which set them, choir of
singing men who will sing your opera
for you, and show you how each song
goes, and its place in the whole
He opened an inner door. There in
the full glow of many candles, stood
band of men and boys, and on their
faces was light that resembled the
singers. They all carried scrolls writ
ten in the singers own hand. He him
self, stepping forward, gave them the
signal. On a sudden they began all at
once to sing, and the sound broke on
the people like sea of light They
raised their faces from the ground and
wiped away their tears. They seemed
bathed in the glorious harmony: With
wonder they looked at each other One
said: Surely that cannot be my little
song" and another: Gould mine have
sounded like that?" And they clasped
each others hands as in the old DAYS,
and wept with joy. Then the singer
began to sing above them all song
which they had never heard. 1t filed
the pauses of the other songs, and glor-
fled them.
When the last notes died away, they
stood hushed and awed, and their faces,
shone like the faces of the choir men.
They said: Sing us again that new
song" But the singer answered, smil-
ingly: Nay, you must learn your own
songs first. Then will sing you the
new one, completing your harmonies
with the master song" The villagers.
still clasping each others hands, with
their hearts full of JOY and love of the
singer, cried out, eagerly: Give us
again our old songs, that we may learn