The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1904-02-11

gone before.
II time would permit l would like
to speak of music and its influence on
the world in general. 1t is to me the
grandest and most sublime Of the
seven Liberal Arts and Sciences. 1t
is the only thing earthly that we have
any account of in heaven. Shakes
peare put it none too. strongly when
he said:
The mar that hath not music in his soul,
And is not moved with concord of sweet
sounds,
Is tt for trsssons, stratagems and spoils- ].
The motions of his spirit are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebas-
Let no such man be trusted
"Again he makes a lover say to his
sweetheart. z
How sweet the moonlight
Sleeps upon this bank,
Here we sit and let
The sounds of music creep In our ears.
Soft stiffness touches and the night
Becomes thetonches of sweet harmony
Music is the only universal language
in existence. The confounding of,the
language at the Tower of Babel did
not destroy toe language of music. 1t
speaks today the same language to
every inhabitant of the earth that it
did whom the loud Timbrels sounded
the grand chorus DER Egypt's dark
seas. The German who cannot under
stand a word OF English will go into
ecstacles over the playing of The
Blue Danube;' or The Watch on the
Rhine;' and the Frenchman in a
strange land will weep tears of JOY on
hearing The Marsaelles Hymn and
our own American when among peo-
pie whose language he Cannot under
stand, will shout for Joy when be hears
played America, The Star Spangled
Banner, Hail Columbia or Yankee
Doodle because they speak a Ian
guage to him that he understands.
Life is a motion, and motion is vi.
bration, is music. The gentle zephyrs
that stir the leaves of the trees; the
tornado that fells the forests in its
mad career. the roar of the oceans
waves as they dash against the rock
bound coast; the cannonading and
rumble and crash OF The thunder; the
dashing of the rain drops on the roof;
the continual hum OF the great cities;
all these in one is the basis and foun-
dation of the music as we have it 10
It's present form. The universe IS a
magnificent operahouse In which the
combined music of the earth and air
is the grand anthem that is contin-
ually being heard by all the inhabi-
tants of the world. The standard
keynote the 'tonic'-on which all in
struments are keyed, is derived from
the basic sound Of all this music of
nature and of the spheres.
In my time / have heard many
world famous bands, such as the
Washington Marine BaDd::' 'Sousa's
great Chicago Band, Pat Gilmore's
Band; The German Prussian Band;'
The Mexican Military Band, of IS
pieces, and yet, in the language of
our W 'HoCsier Poet slightly
changed for the occasion. i want to
hear the old Band play
" ITS good to 60 back in mem'ry to the days
Considerin' it's been fifty year an more
Since then Oh dear. l see a wonderful
And many things have happened that's new
Especially at evening when yer new BAND
band fellefs meet,
In fancy uniforms and all and play out on
.swnat's come Of old Dave viunedge and the
sax horn fellers-say
1 want to hear the old band play.
Whats come of Alex Thompson, an Merit
Brown, an where's Bert Capron ut?
And Plat and John Mcdonald, Charley Reeve
Gene Hutchinson an that
Air Doc Brown who played the drum tw.ct
as big as Jim;
An wIlliam Henry salisbury-say what's be
c0meo' him? 1
I make no doubt yer new band now's a COM
pointer band !
An plays their music more by note than
what they play by hand.
An, stylishef ano 9rander tunes; but some
i want TO hear the old band play.
""Such tunes as John Browns Body and
Sweet Alice don't you know.
And The CameIss Is .A-coa In and John
Anderson Ny joe
And = dozent others of 'em-sNumber Nine
and M mbor Leven
Was ~fsvosites that fairly made : Teller dream
And hen the boys 'u'd sersnade I've laid
I've even hserd she iecus-blossemn droppin'
When Lilly Dale er Hazel DELI had sobbed
and died away
/ want to hear the old band play.
.'Your new band masby beats It, but the old
bands what ] said
1t allus peared TO kind o'chord with sumpin'
in my head
An whIf:s I'm no musicianer, when my
Nigh drowned out, an memory squares ner
jaws an sort o. says
She won't an never viii forsit, / want IT, jss,
An, take the light rizhtout o'here ind git
back West ag'fn
Ard stsy there. when 1 git there, where /
never hat to say
want to hear the old baud PLAY.