The Madison daily leader. [volume] (Madison, S.D.) 1890-current, 1894-07-26
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It was hotel parlor; brilliant pi-
aniss had Just rendered one Of Wagner'ss
most difficult pieces, and murmur uk
well bred applause followed. Then
very softly and tenderly, Ike i asweetly
tremulous old voice recising pathetic
memories. the ivory keys sent The plain
tive melody Of "Anld Lang Syne'' sigh.
ing through the room. The idle chatter
ceased, every mind was busy with bit
ter sweet memories, and the air was full
Of the scent OF vanished clover, the
warm fragrance of newly tossed hay,
the echo Of babbling brooks The simple
tune knocked at the door Of every heart
and the ghosts Of dead days came troop
ing forth i'm answer.
A stout dame ON the musicians left
looked away through the open window,
beyond the moon flooded hills, and .
sigh scintillated the Jet upon her ample
bosom. She had gone back TO sum-
mer eve years ago and was dressed
In faded pink calico and Tapping sum
bonnet again. Her bare toes sank deep
In the yellow dust Of the country road
rs she drove the cows home through the
lonely, cool shadows John Edward,
freckled faced and honest eyed, came
sheepishly ont of the woods and Joined
her, and the cows were late that night,
for what has young love to do with
time?
A dignified old gentleman beside her
blew his nose and incidentally wiped
his eyes He was thinking Of the morn
ing when he went ont to seek his for
tune and turned under the windy or
chard trees to wave of last farewell 20
o mother, who stood in the door with
her check apron 60 her eyes He had
whistled Aud Lang Syne'' TO keep
back the rising sobs as he trudged upon
his way.
Not word was spoken when the last
memory haunted note died away in Sd
lence, but every one had paid the tribute
of tear to Aud Lang Syne
An almost forgotten poet, Robert
Hinckly 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 have added old
tunes to be played in the long twilights
in which he dozed and dreamed in an easy
chair. It is fact that none Of the pop
ular songs of late years survives mayfiy
existence. They catch the lip, but do not
hold the heart. and are written to cater
to the popular fancy, unlike the old
/ tunes which are birth marked with the
joys and woes of the human race.
Music hall melodies may come and
go and be forgotten, but as long as q
sprig of heather blossoms ON Scottish
moors Highland Mary" will bring
tears to Scottish eyes, and the cruelty
of Barbara Allen" will go down
through all the ages while lads 60 court
ing and lasses are capricious. Every
sailor leaves BLACK Eyed Susan" in
port behind him, and there il chord
in every bosom set to the wanderer's .
immortal cry, Home, Sweet Home =
| Annie Laurie" win live as long as the
| English language Neither Handel
nor Beethoven composed the Mar
seillaise, yet it became the battlecry
! Of nation. II is not to the music of the
symphony societies that the dying turn.
but to Rock Of Ages. =
| Many of Gilbert d Sullivan's catchy
| melodies are borrowed from old ballads,
and they have even Mother Goose" to
thank for some of their success.
Strauss may set the feet to dancing,
| Wagner tickle the brain and Mozart
| please the ear, but nothing can touch
the heart like the old tunes. Philadel-
| phia Press