The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1898-03-28
PROF. SANDERS LECTURE
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Since we must work-and feel our
| curse,
| Let us not shirl-our fate adverse.
Time glides away-Our babes will cry;
How long we stay-Night cometh nigh.
! Then let us strive-till work is done;
| Keep heart alive--till rest Is won.
Our work is great-mych yet to do;
| Time will not wait--however we WOO
| The last verse sounds like an addi-
ton more matter of fact than religious.
| But why so strive-our daily pay
viii just contrive-to pay our way.
What's the use of over eXertion.
| They are day-laborers; their pay is
| just enough to keep them alive. If
they finish all the work up to-day they
! may be in want of work tomorrow.
A delicious bit of genuine Hindu prac-
tical philosophy!
| While these very verses were being
written down the leader of the singing
| fancied that the opportunity was IA
| Iva ~
| So without a moments hesitation he
added three more verses.
Our pay is small-O excellency! kind
sir!
| We. one and all--ask you for more.
This generous man--if we but pray
| He'll find plan-to give more pay.
| His Highness then--will hear our pray
And give us men-good gifts to share.
| 1t is needless to add that their petit
ton was granted.
| The sweetest of all folk song are
| those sung in the homes-songs which
| young mothers sing to their baby
| boys, which housewives sing when
| they pound the rice and prepare the
evening meal, which little children sing
together as they romp, the songs of
| marriage and of mourning, songs
which are sung when a young man at
tains maturity and puts on earrings,
etc. I have only time to give two of
| these domestic songs-one a lullaby,
| the other a wall.
| The lullaby I obtained with the ut
| most difficulty. / only heard of it by
direct and persistent inquiry. tried
| in many ways to have it sung to me.
obtained the words without much
! trouble, but to get the song itself
seemed impossible. No boy or man
| would sing it, since 1t was a womans
song. No mother would sing it to me
since I was not a child. Finally Just
| before taking my steamer l prevailed
| upon a student to teach 1t to me by APP
pealing to his loyalty and pledging Sc
| crecy. He visited me secretly and
fairly whispered the tune into my ear
in a room with every crevice closed.
was told that there were many such
songs, but could not get hold of any
| more.
will render the verses before sing
| ing them:
''Will my little boy sleep in his beauti-
full cradle Of flowers?
Close, close your eyes, little apple Of
my eye, sleep away.
Hew down an olive and make for baby
| a basket-eradle
The cradle must be plated with gold;
and swung with ropes of pearl.
The pearl-trader is a good man; he
will give pearls for my boy.
Conander flowers will bloom about
him; pepper plants will bear fruit.
If my darling goes out to play and the
sun is too hot,
| His uncle will make shelter of flow
ers in which baby can play.
What will my baby's big uncle give to
this little boy?
He'll give a nice mich COW and rope to
tie UP the calf.
0 tiger! do not growl! Let my little
boy sleep!
| Nothing is sadder than a wall. 1t
mocks all attempts at reproduction or
| imitation. 1t is most startling to one
who hears 1T for the first time. No
sooner has the breath departed from a
| body than the nearest female relatives
dishevel their hair, put on their mean
est clothing, removing their jewels,
seat themselves in a close circle in the
courtyard and begin this piteous. pierre
ing wall, .Eighyo-o-o, efghyo-o" AS
| quickly as possible the relatives of the
dead person are notified. They go at
once to pay a visit Of coincidence to the
stricken household. Each woman, as
she enters the compound, goes silently
up to the little circle and joins it. At
| ter few moments of unspoken sympa-
| thy, all take up the piercing wall to-
gether. Soon the nearest relative Of
ten begins a song-as she rocks to and
fro in the extremity of her grief--a
song which extols the virtues of the
dead At her first pause another takes
it up and then another, and thus the
plaintive melody is continued until a
fresh group of relatives or neighbors
arrive. Curiously each woman uses
| words which express her individual
grief. If she has lost a husband she
sings a song which extols his virtues;
| if a son she sings about him, SO each
one not only unites in the general la
mentation, but rehearses at the same
time her own bereavement. I have in
! my collection such an elegy as a wife
might sing in remembrance of her
husband, one which a mother would
sing about child, one which woman
would sing for her friend.
It's words are very odd.
o my beloved, dearest lord of my
heart, my literally sugary love.
The house and yard are lonely-great
sadness has come to me-