MUSIC AND NONSENSE.

Poverty Bay Standard, Volume X, Issue 1128, 21 August 1882, Page 2

MUSIC AND NONSENSE.

Vert many good people cannot sing, at least not very well. No wonder ; and we fear that Moody and Sankey threw back the musical education of this country many years. If you go into one chapel you may hear the line from Dr Watts rendered thus—

And see Sal-nee Bal—see salvation uigh i or possibly, in another— Where my Sal—my Sal—my salvation stands, Sometimes this is sung to the tune. “ Job"— And love Thee Bet— And love Thee better than before. And thus— Stir up thia stu— Stir up thia stupid heart to pray. What is funnier still— And more eggs—more eggs—more exalts our joy. This to the tune of “ Aaron"—

With thy Benny— With thy benediction seal, Fancy a grave congregation declaring— Before his throne we bow—.wow—wow—

ow—ow Or a lot of young ladies piping— Oh for a man— Oh for a mansion in the skies, And the tenors following with— Oh my poor Poll, Oh my poor Poll, Oh my poor polluted soul. Or this—

Oh send down Sal, Oh send down Sal, Oh send down salvation from on high. Yet these are less comical than— And we'll catch the flee— And we'll catch the flee—ee—eting hour. Do you call that music ? Then there is the pronunciation, too. Go to any other chapel, and even to some of the churches, and you'll hear sad havoc made with the language. In a recent oratorio we were invited to Wejoice I Wejoice gwately, by the choristers, while one of the soloists asked— Wow shall abide the day of his coming 1 All this wants putting right.