--‘"Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast,"’ writes a correspondent, and we have no doubt of the truth of the assertion, because William Congreve
wrote it more than a century ago, and it has never been contradicted.
A suggestion, however, is appended to the text, which we do not so readily subscribe to, namely: that the authorities employ a band of music for serenading purposes, during the fall
Serenading, we submit, is ‘"played out;"’ and while it might be soothing to the feelings of the invalid soldier to listen to strain of music in a long and weary night, the same investment in substantial comforts would unquestionably be more acceptable.
Besides, we have some regard for the reputation of our musicians, as well as sympathy for human suffering.
What can be more distressing to the ear attuned to harmony, or the flesh accustomed to warmth, than an attempt to finger the guitar, fiddle or flute, in a frosty, biting atmosphere?
The youthful swain who thus attempts to please his lady love is really an object of commiseration, and we doubt if any effort, under such circumstances, would be appreciated.