Democratic Sentinel, Volume 5, Number 33, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 23 September 1881 — Music-rounding'. [ARTICLE]

Music-rounding'.

I don’t like your chopped music, .any Tray, says Oliver Wendell Holmes. That woman—she lias more sense in her little finger than forty me lical societies • —Florence Nightengale—says, that the music you pour out is good for the sick, but music you pound out isn't. Not that exactly, but something like it. 1 have been to hear some music—pounding. It was a young girl with as many white muslin flounces round her as the planet Saturn has rings, who did it. She gave the music-stool a twirl and fluffed down on it like a whirl of soapsuds in a hand-basin. Then she worked her wrists and her hands, to limber ’em, I suppose, and spread out her fingers till they looked as though they would pretty much cover the key-board, from the growling end to the squeaky end. Then those hands of hers made a jump at ihe keys as if they were a couple of tigers coming down on a flock of black and white sheep, and the piano gave a great growl as if its tail had been trod on. Dead stop—so till you hear your hair growling. Then another jump and another howl, ,aa if the piano had two tails, and you had trod on both of’em at once, and then a graud clatter and a scramble, and strings of jumps, up and down, back and forth, one hand over the other, like a stampede of rats and mice, more than like anything I call music. I like to hear a woman sing, and I like to hear a fiddle sing, but the noises they hammer out of their wood and ivory anvils—don’t talk to me, I know the difference between a bullfrog and a woodthrusli. Kidney-Wort has cured kidney complaints of thirty years’ standing. Try it.