The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1917-01-18
Quarterly Chautauqua
Report

o clock while the Prison Orchestra played
march entitled "Sons of St. George,
which was rendered with startling, sweet,
and artistic execution.
Neatly printed programs were distributed
to the visitors with the motto of the Chau-
tauqua Circle, ''Drink deep or taste not of
the Pierian Spring. showing the order of
exercises as follows:
March-Sons of Saint George
HdrryBunce, Prison Orchestra
BY ORCHESTRA
Overture Cavalry F. con Suppe
BY ORCHESTRA
Song-Ireland, My Erin
Words by J. r. Flood, Chautauqua Circle
Music by Harry Bunce, Prison Orchestra
BY H. MoLoNEY
Paper-Jurisprudence
BY MR.. w. A. SADLER
Trombone Comedy -"Slidus Trombonus'
NJ. L. Lake
BY MR.. JESSE WHITE
Talk-Henry Ford
BY Mr.. R. E. STONE
Song-Ireland Must be Heaven for My
Mother Came from There, Joe McCarthy
BY MR.THoMAS SHARKEY
March-Nameless
Harry Bunce, Prison Orchestra
BY ORCHESTRA
Prof. R. ]. Reichkitzer, Musical Director
Pres, Mr.. J. S, gave very pleasing and
cheerful address in which he expressed a
hearty welcome in behalf of the Pierian
Chautauqua Circle to friends and visitors,
who were so kind and interested as to attend
these entertainments and make it possible
to present social and literary topics of an
educational merit.
The next number on the program was an
overture entitled: ''Light Cavalry This
was spending rendition because it was
played with snap and such artistic execution
which made it pleasing number.
The President followed by introducing
MIR. H. NJ, announcing song entitled:
"IRELAND, MY ERIN"
Out from the dusk of still summer evening
Comes to my heart the old calling once
more;
Far have wandered, yet still | am grieving
For a wee cot on far distant shore.
q e&ha bor So;
Dancing like moonbeams on crest of the
There in my dreams and forever I'm stray
ing,
Back to Old Ireland, the mother o me.
Ireland, my Erin, no distance can sever
Sons of your sod from dales and your fen,
Hushla, my heart, you are dear to us ever,
Though we may never more see you again,
Lochs there are slvery patches from Heaven,
Colleens are sweet as the angels above,
Lads there are bold, and hearts thrill past
believin',
Ireland, my Erin, my one only love,
Fresh is your breeze in the gray morning,
sending
Swiftly the boats where the schooling
shad break,
Light winged the trilling lark upward as
cendipg..
Rending the heavens a new dawn to
wake.
Fair is your noon-time so mellow and
tender,
Shedding its splendors O er things that be,
But for the home in the cleaning yender,
Back to Old Erin, the mother o me.
This masterpiece is composition of
joint authorship in which the words are the
thoughts of Mr.. ]. R. F. of the Chautauqua
Circle and the music by Mr.. H. B. of the
Prison Orchestra. Mr.. M. is our noted
baritone singer. His voice is pure bari
tone of good range, clear and true. He
sang with great sweetness. Mr.. NJ. was
enthusiastically enchored and responded
with the chorus receiving most hearty ap-
plause, The music to this melody is very
gentle and ryhthmic, it waves an air of
sweet cadence. The authors of this COM
position of deep musical thought have
found work that is not to be shelved with
one or more public presentations as though
to look upon Titan or Tintoretto once
and turn its face to the wall, saying, 81
have seen it, 1t is the outcome of soul
too great and grave for repining and a never
failing spring of melody and abandon of
true inspiration. Such work as this is
rare exotic, it brings with it message of
the souls sweet songs to help beautify, re-
fine and educate. The words and music
in this composition leave an impression
that appeals to the most elevated, breathing
an incense of beautiful thoughts as fruit fol-
lows the blossom.
The paper by Mr.. w. A. S. anent
Jurisprudence was full of good things.
Mr.. S. proved that he was deep thinker,
a fluent and able speaker. His elegant and
correct English, scholarly and logical pre-
sentation made his one of the best papers
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