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Show The Missing Remnant. A certain Lancashire town boasts a full brass band, including a big drum. The drummer, according to the Tat-ler. Tat-ler. Is about five feet high and rather deaf, but he thinks nobly of his importance im-portance to the band. When the band parades, it always takes the same course through the main streets; but the other day the leader, for some purpose known only to himself, turned down a bystreet. The little drummer did not see what was happening in front of him, for to compensate for his lack ot heigh, he holds his drum high before him. So with his gaze concentrated con-centrated on his music he banged away, and marched straight ahead, as usual. About five minutes afterward he finished his part, and, hearing no other instruments, he stopped. Part o the crowd had accompanied him, and they gave him a cheer. But he was 111 at ease. He shoved his drum to one side and gazed ahead; then on the other, and did likewise. But he saw no band. Then, In uneasy astonishment, astonish-ment, he turned to the smiling bystanders by-standers and Inquired: "Heigh! Has ony o' you seen the remnant o' a band anywheres about "ere?" |