Onc"t they was a little boy wouldn"t say his prayers, An" when he went to bed at night, away upstairs, His Mammy heered him holler, an" his daddy heered him bawl, An" when they turn"t the kivvers down, he wasn"t there at all!
An" they seeked him in the rafter-room, an" cubby-hole, an" press, An" seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an" ever"wheres, I guess; But all they ever found was thist his pants an" roundabout, An" the gobble-uns"ll git you--Ef you Don"t Watch Out!
An" one time a little girl "ud allus laugh an" grin, An" make fun of ever" one, an" all her blood an" kin; An" onc"t, when they was "company," an" ole folks was there, She mocked "em an" shocked "em, an" said she didn"t care!
An" thist as she kicked her heels, an" turn"t to run an" hide, They was two great big black things a-standin" by her side, An" they s.n.a.t.c.hed her through the ceilin" "fore she knowed what she"s about!
An" the gobble-uns"ll git you--Ef you Don"t Watch Out!
An" Little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue, An" the lamp wick sputters, an" the wind goes _woo-oo!_ An" you hear the crickets quit, an" the moon is gray, An" the lightnin"-bugs in dew is all squenched away,-- You better mind yer parents, an" yer teachers fond an" dear, An" churish them "at loves you, an" dry the orphant"s tear, An" he"p the pore an" needy ones "at cl.u.s.ters all about, Er the gobble-uns"ll get you--Ef you Don"t Watch Out!
THE LIMITATIONS OF YOUTH.
BY EUGENE FIELD.
I"d like to be a cowboy an" ride a fiery hoss Way out into the big and boundless West; I"d kill the bears an" catamounts an" wolves I come across, An" I"d pluck the bal"head eagle from his nest!
With my pistols at my side I would roam the prarers wide, An" to scalp the savage Injun in his wigwam would I ride-- If I darst; but I da.r.s.en"t!
I"d like to go to Afriky an" hunt the lions there, An" the biggest ollyfunts you ever saw!
I would track the fierce gorilla to his equatorial lair, An" beard the cannybull that eats folks raw!
I"d chase the pizen snakes And the "pottimus that makes His nest down at the bottom of unfathomable lakes-- If I darst; but I da.r.s.en"t!
I would I were a pirut to sail the ocean blue, With a big black flag a-flyin" overhead; I would scour the billowy main with my gallant pirut crew, An" dye the sea a gouty, gory red!
With my cutla.s.s in my hand On the quarterdeck I"d stand And to deeds of heroism I"d incite my pirut band-- If I darst; but I da.r.s.en"t!
And, if I darst, I"d lick my pa for the times that he"s licked me!
I"d lick my brother an" my teacher, too.
I"d lick the fellers that call round on sister after tea, An" I"d keep on lickin" folks till I got through!
You bet! I"d run away From my lessons to my play, An" I"d shoo the hens, an" teaze the cat, an" kiss the girls all day-- If I darst; but I da.r.s.en"t!
RUBINSTEIN"S PLAYING.
ANONYMOUS.
"Jud, they say you have heard Rubinstein play when you were in New York?"
"I did, in the cool."
"Well, tell us all about it."
"What! me? I might"s well tell you about the creation of the world."
"Come, now; no mock modesty. Go ahead."
"Well, sir, he had the biggest, catty-cornerdest pianner you ever laid your eyes on; somethin" like a distracted billiard table on three legs. The lid was heisted, and mighty well it was. If it hadn"t, he"d a-tore the intire sides clean out, and scattered them to the four winds of heaven."
"Played well, did he?"
"You bet he did; but don"t interrupt me. When he first sat down he "peared to keer mighty little "bout playin", and wish"t he hadn"t come. He tweedle-eedled a little on the trible, and twoodle-oodled some on the ba.s.s--just foolin" and boxin" the thing"s jaws for bein"
in his way. And I says to the man settin" next to me, s" I, "What sort of fool-playin" is that?" And he says, "Hush!" But presently his hands began chasin" one "nother up and down the keys, like a parcel of rats scamperin" through a garret very swift. Parts of it was sweet, though, and reminded me of a sugar-squirrel turning the wheel of a candy-cage.
""Now," I says to my neighbour, "he"s a showin" off. He thinks he"s a-doin" of it, but he ain"t got no ide, no plan of nothin". If he"d play a tune of some kind or other I"d----"
"But my neighbour says "Hush," very impatient.
"I was just about to git up and go home, bein" tired of that foolishness, when I heard a little bird waking away off in the woods, and callin" sleepy-like to his mate, and I looked up, and I see that Rubin was beginnin" to take some interest in his business, and I set down agin. It was the peep of the day. The light came faint from the east, the breeze blowed gentle and fresh, some birds waked up in the orchard, then some more in the trees near the house, and all begun singin" together. People began to stir, and the gal opened the shutters. Just then the first beam of the sun fell upon the blossoms a leetle more, and it techt the roses on the bushes, and the next thing it was the broad day: the sun fairly blazed, the birds sang like they"d split their throats; all the leaves were movin" and flashin" diamonds of dew, and the whole wide world was bright and happy as a king. Seemed to me like there was a good breakfast in every house in the land, and not a sick child or woman anywhere. It was a fine mornin".
"And I says to my neighbour, "That"s music, that is."
"But he glared at me like he"d cut my throat.
"Presently the wind turned; it began to thicken up and a kind of thick grey mist came over things; I got low-spirited directly. Then a silver rain began to fall. I could see the drops touch the ground, some flashed up like long pearl earrings, and the rest rolled away like rubies. It was pretty, but melancholy. Then the pearls gathered themselves into long strands and necklaces, and then they melted into thin silver streams running between golden gravels, and then the streams joined each other at the bottom of the hill, and made a brook that flowed silent, except that you could kinder see music, especially when the bushes on the bank moved as the music went along down the valley. I could smell the flowers in the meadow. But the sun didn"t shine nor the birds sing; it was a foggy day, but not cold.
"The most curious thing was the little white angel boy, like you see in pictures, that run ahead of the music brook, and led it on and on, away out of the world, where no man ever was--_I_ never was, certain.
I could see the boy just the same as I see you. Then the moonlight came, without any sunset, and shone on the graveyards, over the wall, and between the black, sharp-top trees splendid marble houses rose up, with fine ladies in the lift-up windows, and men that loved "em, but never got a-nigh "em, and played on guitars under the trees, and made me that miserable I could a-cried, because I wanted to love somebody, I don"t know who, better than the men with guitars did.
"Then the sun went down, it got dark, the wind moaned and wept like a lost child for its dead mother, and I could a-got up and there and then preached a better sermon than any I ever listened to. There wasn"t a thing in the world left to live for--not a single thing; and yet I didn"t want the music to stop one bit. It was happier to be miserable than to be happy without being miserable. I couldn"t understand it. I hung my head and pulled out my han"kerchief, and blowed my nose well to keep from cryin". My eyes is weak anyway; I didn"t want anybody to be a-gazin" at me a-snivilin", and it"s n.o.body business what I do with my nose. It"s mine. But several glared at me as mad as mad. Then, all of a sudden, old Rubin changed his tune. He rip"d and he rar"d, he tip"d and he tar"d, and he charged like the grand entry at a circus. "Peared to me that all the gas in the house was turned on at once, things got so bright, and I hilt up my head ready to look at any man in the face, and not afear"d of nothin". It was a circus, and a bra.s.s band, and a big ball, all going on at the same time. He lit into them keys like a thousand of bricks; he gave "em no rest, day nor night; he set every livin" joint in me a-goin", and not bein" able to stand it no longer, I jumpt, sprang on to my seat, and jest hollered--
""Go it, my Rube!"
"Every man, woman, and child in the house riz on me, and shouted, "Put him out! Put him out!"
""Put your great-grandmother"s grizzly gray greenish cat into the middle of next month," I says, "Tech me if you dare! I paid my money, and you jest come a-nigh me!"
"With that several policemen ran up, and I had to simmer down. But I would a fit any fool that laid hands on me, for I was bound to hear Rube out or die.
"He had changed his tune again. He hopt-light ladies, and tip-toed fine from end to end of the key-bord. He played soft, and low, and solemn. I heard the church bells over the hills. The candles in heaven were lit one by one; I saw the stars rise. The great organ of eternity began to play from the world"s end to the world"s end; and the angels went to prayers.... Then the music changed to water, full of feeling that couldn"t be thought, and began to drop--drip, drop, drip, drop--clear and sweet, like tears of joy fallin" into a lake of glory. It was as sweet as a sweetheart sweetn"d with white sugar, mixed with powdered silver and seed diamonds. It was too sweet. I tell you, the audience cheered. Rubin, he kinder bowed, like he wanted to say, "Much obleeged, but I"d rather you wouldn"t interrupt me."
"He stopped a minute or two to fetch breath. Then he got mad. He runs his fingers through his hair, he shoved up his sleeve, he opened his coat-tails a leetle further, he drug up his stool, he leaned over, and, sir, he just went for that old pianner. He slapt her face, he boxed her jaws, he pulled her nose, he pinched her ears, and he scratched her cheeks till she fairly yelled. She bellowed like a bull, she bleated like a calf, she howled like a hound, she squealed like a pig, she shrieked like a rat, and _then_ he wouldn"t let her go. He ran a quarter stretch down the low grounds of the ba.s.s, till he got clean into the bowels of the earth, and you heard thunder galloping after thunder, thro" the hollows and caves of perdition; and then he fox-chased his right hand with his left till he got away out of the treble into the clouds, whar the notes was finer than the pints of cambric needles, and you couldn"t hear nothin" but the shadders of "em. And _then_ he wouldn"t let the old pianner go. He for"ard two"d, he cross"t over first gentleman, he cross"t over first lady, he balanced two pards, he cha.s.sede right and left, back to your places, he all hands"d aroun", ladies to the right, promenade all, in and out, here and there, back and forth, up and down, perpetual motion, doubled, twisted and turned and tacked and tangled into forty-"leven thousand double bow knots.
"By jinks! It _was_ a mixtery. And then he wouldn"t let the old pianner go. He fecht up his right wing, he fecht up his left wing, he fecht up his centre, he fecht up his reserves. He fired by file, he fired by platoons, by company, by regiments, by brigades. He opened his cannon, siege guns down thar, Napoleons here, twelve-pounders yonder, big guns, little guns, middle-size guns, round shot, sh.e.l.ls, shrapnels, grape, canister, mortars, mines and magazines, every livin" battery and bomb a-goin" at the same time. The house trembled, the lights danced, the walls shuk, the floor come up, the ceilin"
come down, the sky split, the ground rock"t--heaven and earth, creation, sweet potatoes, Moses, ninpences, glory, tenpenny nails, my Mary Ann, Hallelujah, Sampson in a sim-mon tree, Jerusalem, Tump Thompson in a tumbler cart, roodle-oodle-oodle-oodle-oodle-ruddle- uddle-uddle-uddle-raddle-addle-addle-addle-riddle-iddle-iddle-iddle- reedle-eedle-eedle-eedle-p-r-r-r-r-lang! per lang! per lang!
p-r-r-r-r-r lang! Bang!
"With that bang he lifted himself bodily into the air, and he come down with his knees, his ten fingers, his ten toes, his elbows, and his nose, striking every single solitary key on that pianner at the same time. The thing busted and went off into seventeen hundred and fifty-seven thousand five hundred and forty-two hemi-demi-semi-quavers, and I know"d no mo"."
OBITUARY.
BY WILLIAM THOMSON.