Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1896-11-07

warmly iii love dry goods stores arc with
other dry goods stores, and how highly
grocerymen think Of the sugars of the
grocerymen on the same street. And III
what Il eulogistic way allopathic and
homeopathic doctors speak of each other,
aud how ministers will sometimes put
ministers Oh that beautiful cooking in
strument which tho English call spit
Az, iron roller with spikes on it-and
turned by crank before hot fire, and
then if the minister being roasted cries
out against it tho men who are turning
him say: Hush, my brother! We arc
turning this spit for the glory of God
and the coed of your soul, and you must
be quiet while we closc-the service with:
Blest be the tie that binds
Our hearts in Christian lovo.
The earth is diametered and circum
ferenced with discord, and the music
that was rendered at the laying of the
worlds 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 MARBLE
of worship, or a sweet duct of patience,
they are drowned out by discord that
shakes the earth.
Paul says, 1.-The whole creation groan-
eth. - And while the nightingale, and
81, aud tho and tho
plovcr sometimes sing 80 swcetly that
their notes have been written out in
musical notation, and it is found that
tho cuckoo sings i'll the key of d, and
that the cormorant is basso i'll tho
winged choir, yet sportsman s gun and
the autumnal blast often leave them
rutlled and bleeding or dead i'll meadow
or forest. Paul was right, for the groan
i'll nature browns out the prima donnas
of the sky.
Tartini, the great musical composer,
dreamed one night that he made coll
tract with satan, the latter TO be ever
in the composer S service But one night
no 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
nata," dream ingenious, but faulty, FOR
MI melody dcscends from heaven. and
only discords ascend from hell. All
hatrcds, feuds, controversies, backbit-
inCs and revcnges are the devil sonata,
are diabolic fugue, arc demoniac phan-
tasy, are grand march or doom, are al
legro Of perdition.
The Ear of Bach.
But if in this world things i'll general
arc out of tune to our frall ear, how
much more so to beings angelic and de-
ific! 1t takes skilled artist to fully up
prcciate disagreement of sound. Many
have no capacity to detect u defect of
musical execution, and, though there
were i'll one bar as many offenses against
harmony as could crowd in between tho
lower L of the bass and tho higher q OF
the soprano, it would give them no dis
comfort, while on the forehead of the
educated artist beads of persplratlon
would stand out rs result of the har-
rowing dissonance. While an amateur
vas performing OH piano and had just
struck the wrong chord, John Sebastian
Bach, the immortal composer, entered
the room, and the amateur rose III 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 tho
keys and changed the painful inharmony
into glorious cadence Then Bach turned
and gave SALVATION to the host.
But the worst of all discord is moral
discord. If society and the world are
painfully discordant to imperfect man,
what must they be to perfect Godl
People try to define what sin is. 1t seems
to me that sin is getting out of harmony
with God, a disagreement with his hoh-
ness, with his 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. If thousand
musicians, with flute and cornet-a-pls-
ton and trumpet and violoncello, the
hautboy and trombone and all the wind
and stringed instruments that every
gathered in 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 pandemonium as that
which RACES in 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
1928 to hear the Swedish songstress Ill
New York, and another $625 to hear
her in Boston, aud another $3.50 to hear
her i'll Providence. Fabulous prices have
been paid for sweet sounds, but far
more has been paid for discord. The
Crimean war cost $1,700, 900, 600, and
the American civil war 50, 500, 600, OOp
and the war debts of professed Christian
nations are about SIS, 900, 900, 600. The
world pays for this red ticket, which
admits it to the saturnalia of broken
bones and death agonies and destroyed
cities and plowcd graves and crushed
hearts, any amount of money satan
asks. Discord! Discord!
Will BE Put In Tune.
But l have to tell you that the song
that the morning stars sang together at
he laying of the worlds cornerstone Is
to resound again. Mozarts greatest
overture was composed one night when
he was several times overpowered with
Sleep and artists say they can tell the