A JUDGE OF MUSIC.

Evening Star, Issue 3545, 3 July 1874, Page 3

A JUDGE OF MUSIC.

Our neighbor Chubb (says Max Adeler) has not much of an ear for music, but he has spent a considerable sun in having his daughter taught ho & to hammer a piano, and he is proud of her accomplishments. He was talking with us over the fence the other day, when a series of dreadful sounds came from his piano through the open parler window. Presently Chubb remarked, “ D’yoti that, Adeler ? Just listen to that, will you ? I hat s what I call music ” Then there were i few additional bangs on the instrument, a flourish or two, and then more discordant thumping. “Splendid, isn’t it?” .-aid Chubb. ‘ Mary Jane's bustin’ the music right out of that machine, you observe. Them’s the 'trauss waltz s, I believe, she’s rastlin’ with uow. Just listen.” We remarked that from the energy displayed Mary Jane at least eemed to be really in earnest ; but whether she was treating Mr Mrauss exactly right was an op. n question. “ I don’t know nothin’ about muse, Adder,” observe.! hubb, but 1 kin tell the real whe I hear it, and I can ait and hear Mary Jaoe i-lay them walizes and the ‘ Maiden’s Pray-r’ until it makes me cry like a child.’ v e asserted that, if she played those compositions as she was, d ung now, it would make anybody cry. A deaf mute would shed tears. “ Listen to that now, will you ? exclaimed Chubb, as a wild tumult of sound came from the parlor. “ Isn’t that splendid? If I didn’t know it was Mary Jane a-tearin’ around among them waltz -s, I’d think it was one of them fellers who play at the concerts. Let’s go over and hear her.” We entered the house and sought the parlor, Mary Jane was nowhere to be seen, but, to the infinite disgust of Chubb, there was a red haired man, with a list as big as a loaf of bread, tuning the piano. Chubb asked us not to tell anybody, and we won’t. It is related here in confidence, and must 20 no further. b