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Updated: May 26, 2025
Religious faith has produced the finest architecture, the finest painting, the finest music, the finest literature in the world. The late John Philip Sousa, the famous composer and bandmaster, said that the reason why there was not so much great music produced in the twentieth as in the nineteenth century was that religious faith had declined. According to him, creation is based on faith.
Sandy River had seen and scowled at Yankee cavalry before, but never before had the inhabitants had an opportunity to ignore a mounted band and bandmaster.
"Certainly," said the bandmaster hastily. "To-night?" "I'll do my best, Billy." The boy held out a shy hand; the officer bent from his saddle and took it in his soiled buckskin gauntlet. "Good night, my son," he said, without a smile, and rode off into the meadow among a crowd of troopers escorting the regimental wagons.
I have to remind him that if they were not brave men our army would have been victorious, and there would have been no more war after Bull Run." The bandmaster assented thoughtfully. Once or twice his worn eyes swept the room a room that made him homesick for his own. It had been a long time since he had sat in a chair in a room like this a long time since he had talked with women and children.
"Follow your route without the elephants. And you, bandmaster, keep your men playing. When you have gone by, we will give the other show a chance to go on if there's enough left of them to do so." Realizing that Phil had given them sensible advice, the Sparling show moved on with band playing and colors waving, but above the uproar could be heard the thunder of the fighting elephants.
"I reckon you don't know how glad my sister and I are to see you down here," said the boy politely. "When are you going to have a battle?" "A battle!" repeated the bandmaster. "Yes, sir. You're going to fight, of course, aren't you?"
I won't marry then, not I! I'll 'old on and learn the orf'cers' ways an' apply for exchange into a reg'ment that doesn't know all about me. Then I'll be a bloomin' orf'cer. Then I'll ask you to 'ave a glass o' sherry wine, Mister Lew, an' you'll bloomin' well 'ave to stay in the hanty-room while the Mess-Sergeant brings it to your dirty 'ands." "S'pose I'm going to be a Bandmaster? Not I, quite.
The trooper staggered upstairs with his burden, leaving a trail of dark, wet spots along the stairs, even up to the girl's bed, where he placed the wounded man. The bandmaster became conscious when they laid him on the bed, but the concussion troubled his eyes so that he was not certain that she was there until she bent close over him, looking down at him in silence.
"Of course Alma can put it right, but tonight ?" He looked significantly at the Bandmaster. "Leave it to me, my dear friend. Just you leave it to me," said the other firmly. Lars Peter tried hard to follow their conversation. They were funny fellows to listen to, although the case itself was serious enough. He began to feel drowsy with the heat of the room after his long day in the fresh air.
September 7 also saw the arrival of Wilde's regiment of Punjabis, 700 strong, followed the same day by the Kashmir contingent of 2,200 men and four guns, sent to our assistance by the ruler of that country. I was sitting in my tent with the bandmaster of my regiment, a German named Sauer, when we were saluted with the sound of distant music, the most discordant I have ever heard.
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