New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1912-05-19
PEPYS AT THE POPS
Being the Pages of His Boston
Diary, Dated May 6. 1912,
and Now First Deciphered.

This night. being cold and unkind
night. even for this cold and nclement
Nav, 70 the great concert room. which Is
called symphony Hall. and which is much
changed for that the summer-as the social
aiuanacks SAYS come. All about were
little tables close packed, Vhereat did SIT
a multitude Of folk-gentry, burghers, ap-
prentices, the youth OF the university, who
do much affect these merry makings, ana
idlers from the coffee houses. 4 great
COMPANY OF women, too. ali IN their newest
frocks and spencers and headgear OF the
spring, vhereat my wife and two young
sparks that she had brought with her
(Which was great follyD were much amused
And they did babble OF ribbons and feathers
and other gauds and fashions III " WAS
wearyIng to hear. while I smoked at my
tobacco and thought soberly Of them tha'
must needs pay for all this hnery. Wheh
they had done with this, they ogled about
and discovered my lord This and nus iau!'
and Mr. That, the rich merchant ana III,
Such, the Inner. and Mr.. SO, the poet anu
who was with each OF them. Ana 10 so"''
they smiled 20 show their great acq"di"'
ance. whereas seeing others they huubeu
and smjled another way-as tho saying IS
ont of the corner Of tho mouth.
Rut I. looking around and shutting m!
cars 10 all their tabble, could discover ohiy
tho baberdashers boy, who, In the after
moan had sold me my new and smart cra-
vat Seeing him, | pulled the harder AT d
,ankard of ale-for II IL lawful ana even
tho ,rode 10 drink at this place-ahd
thought upon the mutability Of things ana
,ho strange minds of women. Between my
,bouehts did gaze about upon the TWO
e,ai,or,os yrber. sit they who care not 10
cot tho sandwiches they call them no"
after his Iordship-and toy with conl"'s OF
dr,nL at ale and beer and wine. or even
burn the tobacco. For there De sun many
soher as well as gamesome ioIk IN inns
town. and all and sundry go to this music
making.
When my women had stilled themselves
for O. little while heard the music gladS'
A great tand OF many Instruments Hl''i"s
upon a platform made it-viollhs OF many
kinds and piping flutes and hauttOSs'
brazen trumpets and drums smitten iuHu'y'
over ALL this band, to give the time, was
Master Strube, who did lead In right h'eS
fashion, as though he liked 1t no less IMAM
did ,he folk And some around whispered
my wife that he had not made his music
so spiritedly for many year
As for M, the fumes Of sentiment rose
10 my brain ike the fumes OF tobacco 10
nv nostri which is my way when near
nusic. As The band played the waltz
betbought myself of my loves carry anu
agone, and how my wife knew not OF them,
nor even suspected. Yet had | stepped
dances with them to those same waltZes.
Ivbereat | smiled. while my wife and her
sharks did believe that I was smiling at
thougbt OF THE Pink Lady" which the
hard nIayed next and which had much de
lighted me and all this town not many
months back. when Master Strube came
TO his opera tunes. Ike that with when
DaliIah tricks Samson. then we're the
women stu. for they do Ike, though they
should be past such things or 100 uhrlpo
for them the song of love.
Between whites came the critick OF music
whom | know at the coffee house. 70 tell
me how the next tune was out or great
new opera. "The Jewels OF the Madonna,
which We shall hear next year. Nheh II
was done | did think II merely jigging
Italian tune such az they play upon guitars
and such Whereupon he told me II should
be so, since It was serenade OF Naples In
an opera OF low folk. For my part, | do
not understand these matters and care not
10 understand them, preferring the old
largo of Master Handel. which tho band
ala MAY As an extra. Whereat my wife,
who was now aweary Of her gossip and her
ogling and who pretended that sho dls-
liked the smoke that she might show her
now smelling bottle. said that | was "A
hourgeoIs. But II be so. what then, said
7. are YOU, since We be one flesh? Whereat
she tossed her head and said II was time
for the sparks to go home. So into the mud
again, and home and to bed, after merry
evening which is good for young and old
in tho springtimr. But, for tho old, 1t Is
rot good TO mix the ale OF Bass and the
wine of the Rhineland. 7 must try TO re-
noember.-H r r, In The Boston Tran
script