Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1896-11-02

planets with the SpiIlU OF Dattlo anu Cal
it Mars, after the god of war. And We
give to the eighth sign Of the zodiac the
name Of the scorpion, creature which
is chiefly celebrated for its deadly sting.
But, after all, these sym bols are express
i've of the way nation feels toward ma,
ton. Discord wide as the continent and
bridging the seas.
Creation Groans.
I suppose you have noticed how
warmly in love dry goods stores are with
other dry goods stores, and how highly
grocerymen think of the sugars of the
grocerymen on the same street. And in
what eulogistic way allopathic and
homeopathic doctors speak of each other,
and how ministers will sometimes put
ministers on that beautiful cooking in
strument which the English call a spit
an iron roller with spikes on it-and
turned by crank before hot fire, and
then if the minister being roasted cries
cut against it the men who are turning
him say: Flush, my brother! We are
turning this spit for the glory of God
and the good of your soul, and you must
be quiet while we close the service with
Our hearts in Christian love.
The earth is diametered and circum-
ferenced with discord, and the music
that was rendered at the laying of the
world IS cornerstone, when the morning
stars sang together, is not heard now.
And though here and there, from this
and that part Of society, and from this
and that part of the earth, there comes
up thrilling solo of love, or a MARBLE
of worship, on a sweet duet Of patience.
they are drowned out by a discord that
shakes the earth.
Paul says, 1.-THE whole creation groan-
eth. y And while the nightingale, and
the woodlark, and the canary, and the
plover sometimes sing SO sweetly that
their notes have been written out in
musical notation, and it is found that
the cuckoo sings il the key Of D, and
that the cormorant is a basso in the
winged choir, yet sportsman s gun and
the autulnnal blast often leave them
ruffled and bleeding or dead in meadow
or forest Paul was right, for the groan
in nature browns out the prima donnas
of the sky.
Tartini, the great musical composer,
dreamed one night that he made q con-
tract with satan, the latter TO be ever
in the com p0Ser's service. But one night
he handed to satan violin, on which
Diabolus played such sweet music that
the composer was awakened by the emo
ton and tried to reproduce the sounds,
and therefrom was written Tartini's
most famous piece, ''The DEVILS So
all melody descends from heaven. and
only discords ascend from hell. All
hatreds, feuds, controversies, backbit-
ings and revenges are the devil sonata,
are diabolic fugue, are demoniac phan-
tasy, are grand march or doom, are al
legro Of perdition.
The Ear of Bach.
But if in this world things in general
are out Of tune to our frail ear, how
much more so to beings angelic and de-
ifc! It takes 2 skilled artist to fully APP
preciate disag reement of sound. Many
have no capacity to detect defect Of
musical execution, and, though there
were in one bar as many offenses against
harmony as could crowd in between the
lower e of the oass and the higher G Of
the soprano, it would give them no dis
comfort, while on the forehead of the
educated artist beads Of peTspiratiOn
would stand out as a result Of the har-
rowing dissonance. While an amateur
was performing on a piano and had just
struck the wrong chord, John Sebastian
Bach, the immortal composer. entered
the room, and the amateur rose in en-
barrassment, and Bach rushed past the
host, who stepped forward to greet him,
and, before the keyboard had stopped
vibrating, put his adroit hand upon the
keys and changed the painful inharmony
into glorious cadence. Then Bach turned
and gave SALVATION to the host
But the worst Of all diecord is moral
discord. If society and the world are
painfully discordant to imperfect man,
what must they be to q perfect God!
People try to define what sin is. It seems
to me that sin is getting out Of harmony
with God, disagreement with his holi-
ness, with bis purity, with his love, with
his commands, our Will clashing with
his will, the finite dashing against the in
finite, the frail against the puissant, the
created against the creator. It thousand
musicians, with flute and cornet-a-pis-
ton and trumpet and violOncello, the
hautboy and trombone and all the wind
and stringed instruments that every
gathered ia Dusseldorf jubilee, should
resolve that they would play out Of
tune and put concord to the rack and
make the place wild with shrieking and
grating and rasping sounds, they could
not make such a pandemonium as that
which RACES in a sinful soul when God
listens to the play of its thoughts, pas
sions and emotion-discord, lifelong
discord, maddening discord.
The world pays more for discord than
it does for consonance. High prices have
been paid for music. One man gave
1925 to hear the Swedish songstress in