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Updated: June 23, 2025
Five fair-browed, innocent young faces circling about the idolized wife, and baby Annie nestling in her cradle beside the hearth, playing with her waxen fingers and crowing softly. Death had stolen his household jewels; but recollection robbed the grave, and music's magic touch unsealed "memory's golden urn." "Oh! death in life, the days that are no more!"
And, with all our ignorance, we are yet sure that everything has a cause, and we would fain hold by the brave word of Emerson, "Undoubtedly we have no questions to ask which are unanswerable." But Epictetus had never lived in Concord. Our music's in the hills.
No classical strains, no 'music for music's sake, ascended from that furnace; no ditty of love or frolic, but the plain, religious outcries of the people: Heaven is my Home, Jesus, Lover of my Soul, and Shall we Gather at the River? Voice after voice dropped. The fire raced on. A few brave girls still sang: Shall we gather at the river, There to walk and worship ever?
He was aware of an intense exhilaration, a radiant sense of well-being, and at the music's beginning of a small palm pressed again to his, a light form within his arm ... of shy, enchanting eyes out from the shrouding black. "Do put that veil away," he youthfully entreated. "It's quite time. The others are almost all unmasked." Her glance about the room returned to him with mock plaintiveness.
Pee-wee declared that it was such a table d'hote dinner as he had never before tasted. He was always partial to the scout style of cooking and he added, "You know how they have music at table d'hote dinners. Well, this music's got it beat, that's one sure thing. Gee, I'll hate to leave the boat, I sure will."
"The great Lord-keeper led the brawls, And seals and maces danced before him!" the grave Pavane, likewise a favourite with the Virgin Queen, and which I should like to see supersede the eternal polka at Almack's and elsewhere, and in which "Five was the number of the music's feet Which still the dance did with live paces meet;"
It seemed fashioned out of certain ineluctable, mysterious experiences that had budded, ineffably sad and sweet, from out our lives, and had made us new, and set us apart, and that now, at the music's breath, at a half-whispered note, at the unclosing of a rhythm, the flowering of a cluster of tones out of the warm still darkness, were arisen again in the fullness of their stature and become ours entirely.
We were much interested in watching the negro work. They wove in a great deal of their peculiar, wild, mournful music, whenever the character of the labor permitted. They seemed to sing the music for the music's sake alone, and were as heedless of the fitness of the accompanying words, as the composer of a modern opera is of his libretto.
Miss G. Indeed I'm not used to sing without my piano; but, to oblige the major, I'll sing by note. Miss GALLAGHER sings. Softly breathing through the heart, When lovers meet no more to part; That purity of soul be mine, Which speaks in music's sound divine.
"Hush, grandmamma; the others like music for music's sake, or perhaps for my sake; but Mr Copperhead likes it for his own sake, and therefore he is the one who insists upon it. But this is not the reason why I have come home so soon. Mr. May has been taken suddenly ill." "Lord bless us!" cried Mrs. Tozer, "deary, deary me! I'm very sorry, poor gentleman, I hope it ain't anything serious.
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