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Music.
MUSIC .
WITHOUT music Avhat heart could be happy on earth ? Without music Avhat soul could be happy above ? T ' was from angels we learnt it—they sang at our birth , And they taught us by music to live ancl to love . How oft when the mind is depressed e ' en to sadness
, Ancl misery ' s tear from its fountain must flow , Will a touch of thy chords disperse clouds into gladness Ancl warm up the heart with a heavenly glow . So , when in devotion our voices are blending With music ' s sweet chorus , we praise Him who above
Gave to angels the mission , with mercy descending , To teach us by music to live and to love . E . D . R . C . ===== iT jAKo
Anniversary Of St. John.
ANNIVERSARY OF ST . JOHN .
— . ^§ on & y r HHE superstitions of the Dark Ages have furnished us with some interesting -L- tales in connection with the 24 th of June ( St . John ' s Day ) . These old traditions of the earlier centuries have some foundation to rest upon , but just how much I cannot ascertain . They are interesting stories , and appear like the revelations of buried centurieswhen two worlds seemed to be neihboursand
, g , " the old camp-ground " was the border land , where flesh and spirit met in ancient fellowship . As an illustration or example of this , I copy the following from an English work : — " There is a quaint old tradition which comes down to us from ancient times , tottering under its load of age and replete with superstitions of the past . On the borders of Alsatia there lies a great citydating its foundation far
, back to the old Roman days , and rich in those architectural relics of the olden time which are ever so dear to the antiquary . " ' Quaint offspring of eenturial years , the town of Strasburg stands ; Rich in the love of a mighty past , in legend and in story ; Rich in high-hearted , honest sons , a country's truest glory ; Rich in its old Cathedral Church , with clustering ivy spread ,
The Santa Croce of the land , where sleep her noble dead . ' " The story runs that once in every twelve mouths , on the eve of St . John , when the quiet burghers of that ancient city are Avrapt in slumber , and when the hour of midnight clangs out from the loud-tongued bell ivhich hangs in the old cathedral tower , the spirits of the stonemasons by whose hands the sacred pile was erected arise from the tomb ancl once more re-visit the
scene of their former labours . Up from the dark ancl gloomy crypt , along the columned aisles , and vast , dim nave , across the white , gleaming marble floor , chequered with ghostly shadows that stream from pictured oriels , past the stone-carved statues that keep watch ancl ward with their swords ancl sceptres , comes the long train of death-like , night-wandering shadows . Clad in their quaint old mediaAval costume , the Masters with their compasses ancl rules , the
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Music.
MUSIC .
WITHOUT music Avhat heart could be happy on earth ? Without music Avhat soul could be happy above ? T ' was from angels we learnt it—they sang at our birth , And they taught us by music to live ancl to love . How oft when the mind is depressed e ' en to sadness
, Ancl misery ' s tear from its fountain must flow , Will a touch of thy chords disperse clouds into gladness Ancl warm up the heart with a heavenly glow . So , when in devotion our voices are blending With music ' s sweet chorus , we praise Him who above
Gave to angels the mission , with mercy descending , To teach us by music to live and to love . E . D . R . C . ===== iT jAKo
Anniversary Of St. John.
ANNIVERSARY OF ST . JOHN .
— . ^§ on & y r HHE superstitions of the Dark Ages have furnished us with some interesting -L- tales in connection with the 24 th of June ( St . John ' s Day ) . These old traditions of the earlier centuries have some foundation to rest upon , but just how much I cannot ascertain . They are interesting stories , and appear like the revelations of buried centurieswhen two worlds seemed to be neihboursand
, g , " the old camp-ground " was the border land , where flesh and spirit met in ancient fellowship . As an illustration or example of this , I copy the following from an English work : — " There is a quaint old tradition which comes down to us from ancient times , tottering under its load of age and replete with superstitions of the past . On the borders of Alsatia there lies a great citydating its foundation far
, back to the old Roman days , and rich in those architectural relics of the olden time which are ever so dear to the antiquary . " ' Quaint offspring of eenturial years , the town of Strasburg stands ; Rich in the love of a mighty past , in legend and in story ; Rich in high-hearted , honest sons , a country's truest glory ; Rich in its old Cathedral Church , with clustering ivy spread ,
The Santa Croce of the land , where sleep her noble dead . ' " The story runs that once in every twelve mouths , on the eve of St . John , when the quiet burghers of that ancient city are Avrapt in slumber , and when the hour of midnight clangs out from the loud-tongued bell ivhich hangs in the old cathedral tower , the spirits of the stonemasons by whose hands the sacred pile was erected arise from the tomb ancl once more re-visit the
scene of their former labours . Up from the dark ancl gloomy crypt , along the columned aisles , and vast , dim nave , across the white , gleaming marble floor , chequered with ghostly shadows that stream from pictured oriels , past the stone-carved statues that keep watch ancl ward with their swords ancl sceptres , comes the long train of death-like , night-wandering shadows . Clad in their quaint old mediaAval costume , the Masters with their compasses ancl rules , the