A Street Troubadour 



rescue the intended bride. So the attempt was 

 given up. Evidently this Troubadour wants 

 no new lady-love. His songs seem to be rather 

 of war, for the barber has discovered that when 

 he wishes to provoke Randy into his most 

 rapturous musical expression it is only neces- 

 sary to let him demolish, not the effigy of a 

 Canary, but a stuffed Cock Sparrow. And on 

 these occasions Randy develops an enthusiasm 

 almost amounting to inspiration if the dummy 

 have a very well marked black patch on the 

 throat. 



This, however, is mere by-play. All his best 

 energies are devoted to song. And if you 

 stumble on the right barber-shop you may see 

 this energetic recluse, forgetting the cares, joys, 

 and sorrows of active life in his devotion to 

 music, like some monk who has tried the world, 

 found it too hard for him, and has gladly re- 

 turned to his cell, there to devote the rest of his 

 days to purely spiritual pleasures. 



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