Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 15, Number 44, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 25 April 1885 — Page 1

Vol. 15.

No.

44.

THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

THB oyster will now take a much needed vacation, and the strawberry will come to the front.

THK filthy slaughter houses must go, and if the butchers desire to make a fight against this there is a summary way of dealing with them.

THK spring fever damages the meat trade. As warm weather comes on the appetite craves a bite of greens and vegetables more than fries and roasts.

JOHN RKOAN SSJB he is going to have big postofflce envelope delivery at his place of business. Such a scheme to attract customers discounts newspaper advertising.

THE complaint from Kansas foi several years was the lack ot rain, but they had enough this week, a river overflowing its banks and drowning fifteen or twenty persons.

BUT little over a week and the city election will be upon us. The week will no doubt be filled with many interesting episodes, and the fight though short, promises to be quite brisk.

THE spring is here, and with it the carpet-beater, the painter, the papeihanger, the caloiminer, and the multitude discomforts of the home. Happy mortals will we be when the house cleaning wave has rolled by.

IN view of the reports from the Board of Health it would be a good idea for every citizen to examine the condition of his butcher's slaughter house. It in probable less meat would be eaten until a reformation took place.

IF the Chatanquan societies are going to pmduoe amateur Sbakesperean actors it is time for a protest to be entered. The woods are a considerable distance from the heart of the city, and we should all have equal chances.

"COMB ASHORE" is the title of a new serial story, by Robert Buchanan, commenced in this week's Mail. It will have several illustrations each week, and will run five or six weeks. This 1* a delightful story of an artist's summer jaunt, and of strange and stirring adventures by the shore of the sea.

IF Bayless Hanna does accept the proffered mission at Persia it is $rtnin that he will stay until his term expires, as it will cost him $2,500, or half a year's salary to come home. Poor Bayless has been set upon so severely that he hardly knows whether he's on hta bead or feet. One portion of his anatomy he is certainly sure of though. His back is up.

THE city oouncil at its meeting Tuesday evening passed the metropolitan fire ordinance, by a unanimous vote, and now with the police and firemen organised under the metropolitan system, Terre Haute is In better shape than ever before as regards the protection of her business and moral interests. The present council will long be remembered an the one accomplishing this great good.

THE sensation of the week was the receipt of a huge official envelope by A1 Schaal, which, coming from the postmaster general's office, gave rise to the rumor that Mr. Schaal had received the appointment as postmaster. The crowd on Wall street was so dense that teams could not pass, and it was noticeable that of the countless hundreds gathered there none but "original Schaal men" oould be found. Col. Hunter also received a letter, but as his envelope was not as large as the other be intends to file a protest with the pro per authorities. He thinks he's entitled to as much free advertising as any one else.

WHAT THE MAIL HEARS,

That Judge John T. Scott and Attorney Harper do not speak as they pass by since the latter was fined 950 by the judge for contempt of court.

That the new Metropolitan fire ordinance is an excellent measure. That Lawrence Kreta ought to be retained as head of that department.

That Collector Hanlon is going to retain Herbert Madisoa Vn the office of deputy, because he want* one man there who knows something abeut the business.

That the campaign fund this year will be minus the policemen and firemen's contributions.

That JuMus Brlttlebank and James Wisely will shortly write a book on "What We Know About Boiler Explosions."

That the Gazette's heart will be broken if U. R. Jeffere is not nominated for mayor on the Republican ticket.

That Mr. Flibeck will positively refuse to be chairman of the Republican oom-

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LAST Tuesday morning as you read in the Express the list of men fined the day before for drunkenness—drunk on Sunday—you may have wondered how these men got drunk when the law says the saloons shall be closed on Sunday. The law is violated, as is well known, and the men who sold the liquor ought to have been sent for and made to pay these fines. One who has sentenced a great many men to jail for drunkenness, is of this opinion—that the men who sell the liquor ought to pay for the losses. The man eat ns $10 a week. He loses his wages, his family suffer and have to be supported while thecommunity is deprived of bis labor. The only gainers by this transaction, be says, are the liquor sellers. He proposes that no license to sell liquors shall be issued to any one who will not give bonds to pay all expensed which the public suffers from excessive drinking—the cost of prosecution and support of the drunkard and bis dependent family.

There is a measure of justice in the scheme, and it is this justice which license laws recognize. The revenue from licenses is expected to cover apart at least of the expense caused by the excessive use of liquor. If it does not cover all, it is because public opinion has not yet arrived at the point of declaring that it shall. In Illinois and Missouri, where licenses range as high as $1 ,000, the revenues from liquor in some counties pay all county expenses, decrease the number of liquor shops and the amount of crime.

But, strange to say, the most hostile and persistent enemies of this system of compensation and. equity are not the liquor-sellers who have to sustain it, but the prohibitionists who would sacrifice a practical remedy to a theoretical one at any time would save men from drowning not by teaching them to swim or compelling boats to carry life-preser-vers, but by prohibiting them ever to go near the water.

THE Detroit Free Press says a theological school in Connecticut has sent a representative to Pittsburghfto study the labor problem, it being the design of the management to give its graduates "that knowledge of human nature and of the temptations and trials to which it is exposed in the effort to make a living which a good many preachers are destitute of." This is a new departure and may gi^e the students wider ideas of life. A well known and devout New England clergyman was once asked by a young preacher how he could best ma] himself successful in his ministry. "The first thing you need to do," was the reply, "is to forget most of what you learned at the theological seminary." And the Boston Herald says: "A student, who afterward became one of the most famous and popular preachers in the country, said that he left the theological seminary because he shortly found that the man employed to instruct them in the art of preaching had written but four sermons, and preached them mostly to college classes, and that the instructor in theology had never visited a sick room or prison, or ministered unto the hungry, the naked or the struggling poor."

A DRUNKEN man passed our window yesterday evening, making ludicrous efforts to walk in a straight line. We did not laugh at him for we had just read this paragraph "Do not laugh at the drunken than reeling through the streets nowever ludicrous the sight may be just stop to think. He is going home to some tender heart that will throb with intense agony some doting mother, perhaps, who will grieve over the down* fall of her once Bin less boy or it may be a fond wife, whose heart will always burst with grief as she views the destruction ol her idol, or it may be a loving sister who will shed bitter tears over the degradation of her brother, shorn of his manliness and self-respect. Rather drop a tear in silent simpathy with those hearts so keenly sensitive and tender, yet so proud and loyal that they can not accept sympathy tendered them in either words, looks or acts, although it might fall upon their crushed and wounded hearts as refreshing as the summer dew upon the withering plant."

A DENTIST In Utica, New York, who went through a car of emigrants the other day while they were engaged in eating their dinner, declared that they ail bad sets of sound, white teeth, evenly grown and well planted, and not a tooth brush among them. He attributed it to their eating only coarse food and foregoing sweets, whereby they avoid the acids thereby generated. This is an excellent theory, but is contradicted by the fact that negroes eat any quantity of sugar and have excellent teeth. The true reason is that the general physical health and constitution of those who live out of doors and live simply have better physical development than those who do not. Their bones, their muscles, snd all the organs and parts depending upon nutrition are sounder and stronger.

The program for the Brsinig benefit concert, printed by George Hebb is an arttstte piece of typography.

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Cb-5 TEJRJRE HAUTE, IND., SATURDAY EVENING APRIL 25, 1885.

SONGS OF SENTIMENT.

THE SONGS WE USED TO SENG.

"I cannot sing the old songs 1 sang long years ago. For heart and voice would fall me now,

And foolish tears womd flow. For bygone hoars come o'er my heart With each familiar Btrain 1 cannot sing the old songs,

Or dream those dreams again.' —[Old Song. On a recent rainy Sunday we rum aged through a collection of old songs and music, yellow with age—many of the melodies a seeming recollection of dreamland. Snatches from these songs we give below. Elderly readers will find a moisture in their eyes as they read them and memory will take them back to the glad, unconscious days of youth and happiness. The youthful readers may wonder what there is in these foolish old songs to make any one care to hear them again. But as these grew older, and come to have a past, and the fashion of singing the old songs 1b revived, they will learn that songs of sentiment once heard are forever remembered, for their sweet, pathetic strains sink into the heart, and there lie dormant until fond memory touches the chords with magic fingers,

The poet and the singer are dust the ears they once thrilled with their melancholy music have listened to the diviner melodies of Heaven, but the songs ring in other ears attuned to the minstrelsy of earth, and bring tears to ether eyes, and sad memories to other hearts. It is not the music alone that has this charm of immortality—the words of the old songs have lived as thq words of songs of to-day never will. They were not written to sell. They were the swan-songs of beating hearts in many cases, and in their burden of sadness revealed the secret of a troubled life. Take the old once-familiar song of "Lorena," written by the Rev. H. D. L. Webster, a young clergyman who was in his youth disappointed in love. It was the popular song nearly half a 'century ago. Since the verse is not even good poetry, it must have been the sentiment which endeared it to the hearts of the young people of the past. It can be found in many an old scrap-book, or in the band writing of those days, on a sheet of gilt-edged paper laid away among locks of faded hair, and other relics of memorial value only...

"We loved each other then, Lorena, More tban we ever dared to tell, And wlmt we might have been, Loreaa,

Had but our loving prospered well. ,. But then 'tin past, the years are gone, I'll not cull up their shadowy lorras, I'll say to them, 'lost years, sleep on,

Bleep on nor need life's pelting storms.' It matters little now, Lorena, The pastf Is in the eternal past, K® Our heads will soon be low, Lorena,

Life's tide is ebbing out, so fast, ft $ & There is a future, Oh, thank God 1 Of life this is so small a part, i'¥« 'Tls dust to dust, beneath the sod, km

But then, up there, 'tis heart to heart."

There was not the finisded culture, now so necessary in music, when the singers of the past sang the songs of sentimeut. In any gathering there would be one girl who could accompany herself on the piano, or the melodeon, and keep the company spell-bound while she sang. One or two might leave the room—not because they criticised the music, but to rush away and wipe off the falling tears as some clear voice rang out: "Do they miss me at home, do they misB me?

Twould be an assurance most dear To know that this moment some loved one Were saying 'I wish he were here.'"

There was Ben Bolt. How wild everybody went over that song.' How many are there of the present generation who can sing that through, who kuoweither the tune or the word "Oh, dont you remember sweet Alice, Ben

Bolt?

Sweet Alice, with hair so bro.wn Who wept with dslight when yon gave her a smile,

And trembled with fear at your frown.

"In the old church yard in the valley, Ben Bolt, In a corner obscure and alone, They've fitted a slab of granite so gray.

And sweet Alice lies under the stone.' "The Watcher" was a great favorite about the same time that Mrs. Stephens wrote her novel of "Ihe Lamplighter." The query arnoug young ladies of that period was first "Have you read 'The Lamplighter?'" One copy often supplied a neighborhood. Next, "Have you heard 'The Watcher?" My cousin sings it beautifully." Everybody's cousin sang it. It was a ballad of order lachrymose. "The night was dark and fearful,

The wind went sailing by,

watcher, pale and tearful, LooKed forth with anxious eye.

How wistfully she gaxeUi No gleam of morn appears: W-f? Her eye to Heaven *he ralseth

Jn agony of tears.

A hundred lights are glancing fef In yonder mansion fair. And merry feet are dancing,

Tbey heed not darknen there. Oh, young and Joyous creatures, One light from out your stor* Would give tbe dear boy "a features H'i To his mother* ga*e once more.

The morning sun is shining, *V She beedeth not Its ray Beside her babe-reclining

The pale, dead mother lay. A srnUe her lips was wresting,

A smile of hope and love,

'rsA»If she still were breathing There's light for us above?"

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them, but they were regarded by the elders as too worldly. But these same elders liked to hear them on week days, and kept time vigorously while the pretty girl with spit-curls sang them. "Joys That We've Tasted" is another song with a spark of immortal fire in it: "Joys that we've tasted

Mav sometime return, But the torch when once wasted, Ah, how can it burn 8]3 en ors now clouded, »y when will ye shine ke is the goblet, lud wasted the wine. "Many the changes •,

Since last we met Blushes have biightened, And teais have been wept Frksfts have been scattered,

Like roses in bloomSome at tbe bridal, •'•••r. And some at the tomb. "I've stood in yon chamber.

But one was not there Hushed was the lute-string, '4nd vacant the chair, Iitxfcf love'n melody.

Where are ye borne? Never to smile, ,' Never to mOuta!" There is not probably in the whole wide range of English verse a more exquisitely horded poem than this. Skirling melodiously on the valley of sadness, it rises in its closing strains to the sublfttiest hights of inspiration, and becomes a psean of victory.

We Have Been Friends Together," was Also a popular song. It was often sung at social gatherings with a purpose: "We have been ..friends together,

In sunshine and in shade. Since first beneath the chestnut tree In infancy we played.

But coldness dwells within thy heart, A cloud Is on thy brow We have been friends together,

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Can alight word part us now Juanita, with its difficulties of pronunciation, won a strong hold on all hearts, snd is still found in tbe repertoire of ballad singers. Tbe name is pronounoed Wah-ne-ta: "Soft o'er the fountain

Lingering falls the southern moon Far o'er the mountain Breaks tbe day too soon. In thy dark eyes' Bplendor, ,, ,.

Where the warm light loves to dwell, Weary looks, yet tender, Speak their fond farewell. Nita I Juanita!

Ask thy soul if we should part Nita I Juanita I Lean thou on my heart." This song, passionate in phraseology and melody, affords splendid opportunities for a fine vo'ce to display its power. Sung as a duet by the "girl who sung alto, tbe girl who sung air,'' it was mar velously thrilling and inspiring. It has tender, sympathetic qualities that mad«f it a magnificent boating song.

Amongthepatbctic folk-songs of a day that Is past is one called: "The Long, Long Weary Day:" ,, «'The long, long weary day

In tears is passed away, Yet still at evening I am weeping, As from my window's hight 1 look out on the night, i, 4 'K~- I still am weeping

My lone watch keeping." The idle jingle of words which makes up the songs of to-day was not accepted in those olden singing times. There was a direct and irresistible appeal to the affections. Take such as "We Have Lived and Loved Together." In these days of easily estranged hearts tbe old song may not have tbe power to move freely the tears, as it once did, and lead to an early reconciliation: "We have lived and loved together/

Through many changing years. We have shared each other'sgiadnets And wiped each other's tea s.

^'iWe have never known a sorrow That was long unsoothed by thee, jV For thy sml can make a summer,

When darkness else would be." It would be an outrage on the science of classic music perhaps to say that "Roll on, Silver Moon,"," with the accompaniment of flute or accordion, was once among the joys that made home a hallowed spot. And many a world-wise, world-weary man has listened to tbe silver-tongued Patti with less enjoyment tban he did to tbe girl with tbe blue dr^ss on, who first made his heart thrill with "Silver Moon." It is an oldfashioned, quaintly worded madrigal:

"As I strayed from my cot at the close of the day, 'Mid the ravishing beauties of June,^ Neath a jessamine, shade, I espied a fair maid,

And she plaintively sighed to tbe moon Boll on silver moon, guide the traveler on bis way,

While the nightingale's song Is in tune But I never, never more with my true love will stray

By the soft, silver light of the moon." Many who read this will recall the time when they first heard the pretty, plaintive air, and begged tbe manuscript version from tbe singer to copy or commit to memory.

In some neighborhoods these songs were forever legendary some visiting girl sang them from memory, 89meone else translated them words and even lines were omitted and supplied at will No one ever in a life-time saw the words or music printed.

These songs are songs of places, as well as people. The young man who has his bottle of wine at dinner can not be expected to appreciate Grandfather Wood worth's "Old Oaken Bucken." It is not one of his remembrances of Us childhood. But who will deny that it would be better for bimif it were. Songs without words suit him tbe b«rt, for be has no memories that he wishes to revive. Tbe Hutchinson* drew crowds with tbe old songs. People went a kmg way to bear them, or Osaian

It used to be a question among the grave old deacons of those days whether these songs were fit to be song on Suntiay. Tbe young people argued that they were, becaase tbey wanted to sing K. Dodge, ring the old familiar ballad*.

We may parody and burlesque them, but we have nothing half so good in our modern collections, and when some grand singer stands up before 3 000 people it is not the smooth trilling of an Italian bravura, or a French chauson, that melts all hearts to silence and tears it is the dear old ballad of "The Last Rose of Summer," or that world-sung tremolo of tbe bearL, "Home, Sweet Home."

PURELY PERSONAL.

Hon. Wm. Mack is taking a rest at Nashville, Tennesee. J. F. Gulick has moved from Mulberry to 218 north Sixth street.

Judge Mc~Sutt and wife started on Monday for N*JW Orleans. T. H. Riddle teturned yesterday morning from Cincinnati.

Mr. and Mrs. C. W. Manconrt have been in St. Louis this week. Mrs. Dr. Long and her son Milton, have returned from Florida.

Mrs. W. E. McLean has gone to Washington to join the Colonel. MIKN Ssllle Gfroerer spent a portion of this week with friends in Indianapolis. s, 1 JfotnsaiS.

Mrs. M. M. Riddle desires her friends to know that her residence is now 012 Mulberry street.

M. A. Murphy, of the Express, will build him a home on north Eighth street this summer. iR. A. Campbell, of the C. A E. I. started yesterday morning for a ten days' trip to New Orleans.

George M. Allen, who has been quite sick this week, was able to get up to tbe office a few minutes yesterday.

Dlmmltt Power, who has a position as bookkeeper with a St. Louis firm, is at bis home hete on a sick furlough.

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Ulss Jessle fJurbman will shortly the positiou of stenographer in the office of R. A. Campbell, general agent of the C. A E. 1.

Miss Daisy Tinkbam, who has been visiting friends in this city for several weeks, will return to her home at Homer, Ills., on Monday.

Wm. Wurtzebacb, lately pressman in tba Express office, left this week for Grand Rapids, to accept a positiou in the press room of tbe Democrat.

The Baptist church is likely to lose Its pastor again. Rev. J. K. Wheeler has been Invited to a Hartford, Connecticut church, where the salary is about double that paid here.f

R. A. Morris, of this city,'has been drawn as a juror in the U. 8. District Court, at Indianapolis, and Samuol Coltrin, of Lost Creek township, as a juror in the U. S. Circuit court.

Noyes Andrews, once a well known and well-to-do shoe dealer, was on Tuesday pronounced Insane and was taken to the Insane asylum on Wednesday. He is sixty years of age and has a wife and six children. Excessive drink has caused his mental trouble, which causes him to believe that an effort is being made to separate himself and wife, He is vory violent at times.

R. Forster's big furniture hotititi, 320 Main street, is now well filled with an extensive variety of the most elegant Parlor and Bedroom Suites, which he is seeling at prices to suit tbe times.

No living man can tell a girt baby from a boy baby, and yet if be makes a mistake the mother can never forgive him. And speaking of mistakes every man makes a mistake who does not order his spring suit made at J. L. Brennan's, whose elegant fits and handsome goods are the admiration of all. Doing his own cutting, and with tbe most economical expenses, he can afford to give the very lowest prices. "What is laughter?" asks an inquiring friend. It is the sound you bear from bystanders when your bat blows off. Talking of bats, have you seen the elegant new atyles on exhibition at S Loeb A Co's, corner of Fifth and Main streets. Take a look in the corner window as yon pass and if you do not see anything to your liking walk inside, and we are sure from tbe immense variety of styles you will be salted, and at prices as low as such bats can be bought.

—Whenever you think of fire or life insurance, think also of John R. Hager, who succeeds to tbe oldest agency in this city and represents tbe best companies in tbe world. It is a comfort to know that you are well insured against loss, and it is still more comforting to know that your investments are in sound and solvent companies such as eompose Mr. Hager's agency.

WOMEN'S WAYS.

Lafayette has a church social run by ladies who tip the scales at 170 pounds and over, each.

Shoe dealers report that a long-felt want in the trade is a number two shoe that will go on a number six foot.

No lady can pay bier visitors a higher compliment tban by greeting them with an honest and sincere welcome at her do or

The will of a New Hampshlre^minri, which has just been probated, leaves $10,000 to bis wife in case she remains single for eight weeks after bis death.

A Pittsburg man bases his petition for divorce on the ground that bis wife has bedomti so infatuated with base ball that neglects ber family in order to witthe games, and is now endeavoring 1 join a female base ball club.

Hulnian Is laid up with a

broken ankle, ihe result of a friendly wrestle with Ira Calder, last Sunday. Hon. Isaac N. Pierce is back in his old law office, 302^ Main street, tbe room he has occupied for twenty-one years.

Harve Carr, of Grand Rapids, Mich., came here yesterday, called by tbe dangerous Illness of his mother, Mrs. Tbos. B. Carr.

An American woman has been lectur* ingat St. James' ball on "Love, Court* skip and Matrimony." She deplores tbe restrictions that condemn a girl to alt in silence while he on whom she has fixed her young affections goes around proposing to other ladies.

Mrs. Whitney, wife of the Secretary, can afford to dress well. Her father is tbe millionaire Senator Payne, and one of her brothers, it is said, as a tiifiing Christmas gift, gave ber a $10,000 ornament of rubies. The diamonds she wore at her first Wednesday reception in Washington were very large and brilliant. Her ear-rings of solitaire diamonds, and tbe three solitaires which were set in a bar breast-pin, are unusually large and pure.

Ten years ago it was a rare thing to see a young woman in a public office, but to-day tbey not only hold places In the postofflce, pension office, and other government service, but are found in the offices of lawyers, insurance agents and doctors, and in banks and stores and commission houses. Indeed, tbey have become part and parcel of the business community, and areearning fairsalarles. In tbe North most of tbe telephone operators arte young women, and there is a fair sprihkllng of the sex among the telegraph fraternity. Since the typewriter came into use many girls and women have made their living by the use of it, and it is hardly possible to find a business which is conducted entirely without the female sex in sotoe depart-

4* A MUSEMBNTS.

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After two weeks of dime shows—that of this week has been dear at that price— it is refreshing to return to legitimate entertalnmentssuch as the three attractions booked at the Opera House for next week—tbe Mexican Orchestra, J. Iv. Emmet and Haverly's Minstrels.

The Mexican Typical Orchestra will play Wednesday and Thursday evenlugs. It has been playing In Indianapolis this week and yesterday's Journal says the expressions of delight are very pronounced by the audience. Tbe music, is both classical and popular, and extremely artistic. There are some Innovations upon the usual instruments of tbe orchestra—no reeds or brasses being used -but instead are bandolins, 'cellos and salterios, the latter an instrument of Mexican invention. Tbe effect of the instrumentation is pleasing in the extreme, and there is a tinge of tbe poetic and romantic in the orchestral work that Is characteristic of the children of the south. All tbe members of the orchestrasre native Mexicans, dressed in showy uniforms wearing elegantly embroidered and costly sombreros, and handsome togas or shawls."

J. K. Emmet in a new play is the gratifying announcemont for next Friday evening. In all of his plays the one character of "Fritz" is the prominent figure. And now Fritz, the minstrel, after wandeiing over tbe better part of the habitable globe, has finally embarked upon the sea of matrimony, in search of a sure haven. And this, if concurrent testimony is to.be relied upon, Our Cousin German has found in this new comedy-drams. It is entitled "Tbe Strange Marriage of Fritz," and is described as being humorous and pathetic, sentimental and amusing, and as affording the star, rather more tban ordinary opportunity for tbe display of bis rare musical gifts. He will intro-' dues new songs of his own composition, one with a banjo accompaniment. The mere mention of bis appearance here presages an overflowing house.

J. H. Haverly, after a tempestuous career in amusement enterprises has returned to bis first love—negro ruinstrelsy, and will bring here next Satur* day evening the finest minstrel organization he has ever controlled. This company under bis personal supervision. He says "this is the crowning climax, tbe realization of twenty years active ambition." He certainly has very strong organization, and the pro-1 gramme before us indicates a novel en- 0 tertainment.

There are twenty-two sisters In Car-

roll Mo., named Riddle. Their father would like to give some of them up.,

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