The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-11-26

wonders that grow on the sugar plum
tree.
When Roue, Junior, gets old enough 10
turn tune in his squeaky little voice.
WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO TEACH HIM
In music We are making nothing for the
next generation; we have what we call
popular songs that live a week, a month.
or are ground out by the hand organs for
year. There is no sentiment in them.
We laugh at sentiment The songs that
have been the most popular during the
last few years have hinged on the eXpe-
rience Of somebody on the BOwery; have
told the story of the Man Who Broke
the Bank at Monte CarlO;'' of the I'M
willingness of a paternal parent to buy a
bow-wow; of the charms of My Mary
Ann, and the delights and acquaintance
ship with Little TOttie Cough-Drops. -
And these will be sung, possibly, TO ROue,
Jr. And he will, very properly, turn up
his small nose with contempt. and
walk off to grandmamma. And grand
mamma, whose voice quavers just
as his does, will MARBLE to him
! how "Gaily the Troubador Touched His
Guitar" and then in a lower key, how
All the Darkies Are a Weepin,' Cause
Massa's in the Cold, Cold Ground" And
her voice will break down completely
when she starts to sing Way Down Upon
the Suwannee River" and Roue, Junior,
will see a tear coming down her cheeks
as she tries TO hum gayly the charms of
Nelly BLY," She will stop singing for
few minutes and remind him of the night
when his grandfather, with three other
young gentlemen, sang under her window
Come Where My Love Lies Dreaming"
And Roue, Junior, would look her in the
face, and say, "Grandmamma, those must
have been happy days And she said,
They We're, my boy, because we had
fnsN 5,,- III
we women rested on our husbands and our
God. But l don't think your mother likes
me to talk to you in this way; she wants
you to form opinions of your own, my
boy"
Poor little Roue, Junior, weak Of body,
not over strong in mind, he wants
SOMEBODY TO MAKE IDEALS FOR HIM,
and then he will try living up TO them
Is this generation doing it for him2 Oh,
no. We are wondrously proud in our own
conceit, and we are going round with
hatchets formed of big words, and knock
ing down all the representations of honor
faith and love. And we think we are
very clever. It is so much easier to
break than to make.
Blase Roue. Junior, one day got tired in
the Park, and he was taken to picture
gallery. And as have said before, he is
not very strong mentally or physically, so
he buried his head in his nurses apron,
and cried, and she called him naughty
boy for not approaching the great mas
tiers. They were on the pictures of to-
day, and the painters thought that some
end was gained by choosing the most I'M
pleasant subjects, and treating them in
that most unpleasant manner A land
scape that is a smudge of green paint
with dash of yellow over IL, is not GO
ing to make people long for the green
woods; it is only going to suggest to them
the last time they went over the ocean,
and how unpleasantly ill they were. A
Christ that is all human and never di-
vine. is only going to remind one of the
awful physical suffering Of the man and
never the greatness and divinity of Him
who came to save all men. Those are the
pictures that ROue. Junior, saw. Do you
wonder that he cried?