The Elon College Weekly.
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BURLINGTON (N. C.) BUSINESS HOUSES.
Boy Dry Goods frcnn B. A. Sellars & Sons.
See Burlington Hardware Company for Plumbing
Get your Photographs at Anglin’s Studio.
Cooper Dry Goods Company.
B. A. Sellars &Sons for Clothing and Gents’ Fur
nishings.
See Dr. R. M. Morrow when in need of Dental
Work.
Real Estate, Infurance and Loans. Alamance In>
surance & Real Estate Co.
Barber Shop, Brannock & Matkins.
Dr. J. H. Brooks, Dsntal Surgeon.
See Freeman Drug Co. for Drugs.
ELON COLLEGE, N. C.
Do your Banking with the Elon College Banking
and Trust Company.
For General Merchandise see J. J. Lambeth.
For an Education go to Elon College.
GIBSONVILLE. N. C.
Dr. G. E. Jordan, M. D.
HIGH POINT, N. C.
People’s House Furnishing Co.
WHEN THE SHADOWS FALL.
O’er my soul like strains of music,
Steals a peace that hushes all
The day’s harsh care, and life grows
sweeter.
When the shadows fall.
Loved ones gone once more surround
me.
Coming back at memory’s call;
And life’s dearejt hopes are granted.
When the shadows fall.
Rich with hope the future beckons.
Barriers in the way are small;
Mine the strength that knows no failure.
When the shadows fall.
Thoughts the highest, purest, noblest.
Only waiting their recall.
Throng to greet us, cheer, sustain us.
When the shadows fall.
When our day of life is ended.
And we hear the boatman’s call.
May he find us ready, waiting.
When the shadows fall.
J. W. Barney.
Powers of Melody.
(An Oration delivered by Russell
Arndt Campbell, at the Annual Enter
tainment of the Clio Society, February
22, 1910.)
That famous writer of old must have
realized something of the power and in
fluence of song when he said, "1 care not
who writes a nation’s laws, if 1 may write
its songs," and surely his statement is not
without some proof. A man’s whole
nature is, to an extent, and that to a very
great one, reflected by the kind of music
he delights most in hearing.
The man of the world, of little aim and
less ambition, whose ideal in any field can
be reached without extending the arm
and whose sole purpose of existence is to
spend his week’s wages; who is delighted
and highly entertained by the rendition
of such melodies as, "Say, Be Good to
Me, Kid," or "Gee, But Ain’t This a
Lonesome Place ? " and a thousand oth
ers of their kind, while he deludes him
self into the belief that his ideals are
being developed and his aesthetic nature
being cultivated, is not likely to rise above
the level of a mere wage-earner. The
man who holds up for his ideal of the
American stage the garish lore of the
musical farce with its regiments of chorus
girls and dancers, who think that real art
consists in the glitter and glare of lights
and gorgeous display of colors seen in
the production cf our modern comic opera.
is not a great benefit to any community
nor is his influence upon society the most
wholesome. Let us hope that the pop
ularity of such as this has reached its
zenith and will rapidly decline in succeed
ing generations.
But there are melodies of the simpler
and less classical sort, which tend to
awaken one’s better nature and which
appeal to the heart of every true Amer
ican citizen. To hear again the songs
which we have heard from infancy, those
soothing melodies which have made us
content so often in the past to forsake the
kingdom of toys and seek rest for our
play-worn limbs in the warm embrace of
a fond mother’s arms is but to live over,
as it were, the scenes which in reality
have gone never to return.
Where is there a man who has ex
perienced the loss of a loved one, whose
heart is not touched by those endearing
strains of "The Vacant Chair," or whose
very being is not thrilled by Samuel
Woodworth’s immortal contribution to
American folk-song, under the title of
"The Old Oaken Bucket," who cannot
say with the author in profound sincer
ity:
"How dear to this heart are the scenes
of my childhood.
When fond recollections present them to
view ;
The orchard, the meadow, the deep
tangled wild-v\ood.
And every loved spot which my infancy
knew " ?
The scenes of our childhood are for
ever held dear, and to hear again these
old melodies is but to awaken in our souls
recollections of those year* which were
without a doubt the most pleasant which
we shall ever be permitted to enjoy.
Let a boy be reared in a home where
such songs as these are heard by him daily
1 and their image will remain indelibly
I stamped on his heart wherever he may go.
i He may sink into the lowest possible depth
of disgrace, may be steeped in the black
est of crime, he may wander the world
over, but some day there will fall upon
his willing ears in the midst of all his
I debauchery some escaping strain of
I "Nearer My God to Thee" or "Home
Sweet Home," which will fan that re
maining spark of manhood into a flame
which shall consume his old ideals and
habits, leaving the real man standing
I forth like true steel, so much the stronger
for its contact with fire.
Again, is there anywhere a lover
whose soul is not stirred on hearing the
simple strains of "Robin Adair," who will
not appreciate the tender pathos of this
exquisite love song the better for know
ing that Robin was a real man, that the
song was really written from a heart over
flowing with loneliness for him, by Lady
Caroline FCeppel, who had been banished
from her home because she loved the un
titled Robin ? 1 dare say none. Who
can hear the beautiful melodies of "The
Last Rose of Summer," without being
moved by compassion for Martha, or
what woman in the position of Countess
Arline could refuse the humble petition
of Thaddeus when he pours out before
her his love from the very depths of his
soul in the too all inadequate strains of
"Then You’ll Remember Me " ? 1 don t
believe such a woman exists.
Another very impressive style of song
is what we call patriotic or martial.
Imagine an army leaving home to engage
in war in a foreign land. The individual
soldier realizes he is leaving behind him
friends, parents, sweetheart, wife, children,
home, all the world has that is dear to
him, yet he goes. And why ? Be
cause he could not act otherwise. His
very nature impels him in that direction;
he sees by his side the crowded throng
of eager spectators, hears their cheers,
prayers, their myriad good-byes, sees
handkerchiefs waving, showers of bou
quets falling. He hears the heavy tread
of infantry, the jingling of canteens, the
rattle of muskets, yet these things only
tend to increase his weariness. But let
the bugle sound, the drum roll or the
band strike up some lively, patriotic
air, and note the change. His pulse
quickens. His eyes sparkle. His
limbs receive new vigor. His musket
becomes lighter. He sees before
him the billowy folds of the Star Spangled
Banner waving in proud majesty high
above the heads of the noisy crowd,
while from , the rear he hears the
strains:
"Let music swell the breeze and ring
from all the trees
Sweet freedom’s song."
Here he is, colors in front, music in the
rear, between these most potent forces
whtch carry him along without his real
izing what is being done.
The Government is aware of the pow
ers of music to enliven its wearied soldiers
and realizes its value in reviving their
drooping spirits in time of war. Hence,
it has made ample provision whereby such
may be supplied to those enlisted in the
: various branches of its military service.
Turn, if we will, to the church and
[ note the effect of song here. Imagine a
I service without music, and think what it
1 would be. 1 dare say half the effect
would be lost. The Psalmist has taught
us to "Make a joyful noise unto the
Lord and praise him on an instrument
j of ten strings." "Music is the child of
prayer, the companion of religion," says
I Chateaubriand ; and how much better we
can enjoy a sermon, having once been
drawn into a religious and pensive mood
by the dulcet tones of the organ. Some-
I how we feel the presence of the Divine
I One is near under such conditions.
I How grand it is to hear the massive
' pedal tones as they thundered forth, re-
! minding us of the Omnipotent Hand
j which made and controls all, which
noteth everything, even to the sparrow’s
fail! We think this magnificent. We
call this grand. We believe it to be the
grandest experience possible to mortal
man. Now if this be but to know in
part, if this be but to see through a glass
darkly, what must it be when we have
bidden farewell to the fond dreams of
this world, crossed the silent river and
gone up to that Celestial City ; when
the boundless octaves of the deep and
the infinite melodies of heaven, together
with the m.yriads of angelic voices and
the vibrations of the very universe it
self shall burst forth in one magnificent
chorus to the praise of Almighty God!
Some Toasts.
"Here’s to the minister who said that
all women would find husbands. And
here’s hoping that the old maids will not
be 'dying' to get miarried."
"Marriage: The gate through which
the happy lover leaves his enchanted
ground and returns from paradise to
earth."
"The Union of the States and the
union of the sexes: The one was the
beginning of man’s independence; the
other the end of it."
"Our Land—May we live happy in
it, and never be sent out of it for our
country’s good."
No Better.
Sillicus—"Do you believe there is
honor among thieves ? "
Cynicus—"No, they are just as bad as
other people."
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DR. J. H. BROOKS
, DENTAL SURGEON
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BURLINGTON, - N. C.
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