The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1894-06-27
THE OLD SONGS.
'Wnaecvor the Vogue of seyie In nrr,ssc
They Never Loso Favor.


'Wnoee"or the Vogue of u ssy1e In nrussc
They Never Loso Favor.
1t vas hotel pnrloy; brilliant nj
'enlst 9ed Just rendered enc Of Wagn@is
most diftiCnlt pieces and murmur of
well lEed applause followed. Then
very softly and tsnderiy, Like sweetly
fre1nnlous old vutoo redttng pathetic
nemm1es, the ivory keys sent the plain.
fve inelofy of Aud Lang Syne'' sigh
ing thrpugh tho room The idle chatter
eeasei' esHry mind was busy with Bit
ger sweet memories, and tho air wns full
OF tho scent Of vanished clover, the
warm fragrance Of nswty tossed hay,
the ctiifo of b;'bbling brooks. The simple
su1o knocked Mt the door Of every heart,
ana tho ghosts m decd days came troop
ing forth III answer
A stout dame ON the mus1fctsn's hft
looked away through tho open window,
beyond the moon flooded hills, and a
Sigh scdntillatod the tet upon hor ample
BOSOM She had gone back to o sum
mer eve years ago and was dressed
IN faded pink calico and Tapping sun
bonnet again. Her bare toes sank deep
IN the yellow dust Of the country road
as sho drove the COWS homo through tho
lonely, cool shadows. John Edward,
frockled faced and honest eyed, camo
'sheepishty ont Of the woods and Joined
her. and the cows were late that night
Tor what has young love to DO with
time?
a dig1hficd old gentleman, beside her
blew his nose and incidentally wiped
his eyes He WAS thinking of tho morn
ing when he went out to sock his for
tune and turned under tho windy or
chard trees to Il wave of Inst farewell to
a mother. who stood In tho door with
her check apron to her eyra- He had
whistlcd "AuM Lang Syno" to keep
back the rising sols as he trudteed upon
his way
Not word was spoken when tho last
memory haunted noto died away in ST.
lcncc. but every one had paid the tribute
OF tear 10 Aud Lang Syno'
An almost forgotten poet, Robert
Hinc@dy Messenger. quantity wishes for
old wood to burn, old books to read and
old friends to talk with in an ideal old
age, and he might also havo added old
tunes to be played III tho long twilights
i'll which he doncd and dreamed in an easy
Chair. It Is Il faIt that nouo of the pop
ular slHEgs of late years survives mayffy
eXistHfcc- They catch tho lip, but do not
hold tue hart and arc written to cater
to tho popular fancy, unlike tho old
tunes which are birth marked with the
joys Mtd WOES Of tho human race.
Music hall melodies mny come and
go and be forgotten, but ms long AZ n
sprig Of heather blossoms OH Scottish
moons Highland Mary will bring
tears to Scottish eyes and the cruelty
of Barbara Allen" will go down
through all the ages while lads 90 court
ing and lasses are capricious Every
sailor lcavees BLACK Eyed Susan" In
port behind him, and there is chord
in every bosom st to tho wanderurs
immortal cry, Home. Sweet Homo
Annie Laurie will live AZ long u4 tho
English lanGn;44A Mother n Handel
nor Beethoven onnpossi the Mar
soillaisn, yet it became tho battlecry
OF a natinn- Ii is not to the music Of the
symphony societies that tho dying turn,
but to Rock Of Ages -
Many OF Gilbert & Sullivan's cntchy
melodies are borrowed from old ballads,
and they hnve even Mother Goose" to
thank for snInc of their success.
St,nu1s may SIT tho feet to dancing,
Wagner tickle the hrain and Mozart
please the car, but nothing can touch
the heart like the Old tunes. -Philndcl
phia Press