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# The Biographical Dictionary of America/Baker, Edward Dickenson

​BAKER, Edward Dickenson, senator, was born in London, Eng., Feb. 24, 1811. He was brought by his father to Philadelphia in 1815. Being left fatherless at an early age, he supported himself and his brother by following the occupation of a weaver. In 1830 he removed with his brother to Springfield, Ill., where he studied law, was admitted to the bar, and established himself in practice. His oratorical ability brought him into prominence, and in 1837 he was elected a member of the state legislature. In 1840 he took his seat in the state senate. In 1842 he was one of three Whig candidates for the office of representative in Congress from Illinois before the nominating convention, John J. Harding and Abraham Lincoln being the rival candidates, and Harding was nominated and elected to the 28th Congress. In 1844 the three same candidates, presented themselves, and Baker was nominated and elected a representative to the 29th congress. In 1846 the three candidates again presented their names, and Abraham Lincoln was elected to the 30th Congress. He volunteered for service in the Mexican war in 1848, raised a regiment in Illinois, and fought gallantly in the battles between Vera Cruz and the city of Mexico. General Shields being incapacitated in the engagement at Cerro Gordo, Colonel Baker was given the command of his brigade and led it during the remainder of the campaign. Returning to Illinois at the close of the war he was elected a representative to the 31st Congress in 1848. In 1850 he declined a nomination to the 32d Congress and became interested in the Panama railroad. He removed in 1851 to California, where he led the bar as the most eloquent orator in the state. In 1860 he took up his residence in Oregon, and was elected in the same year U. S. senator. He took his seat, March 4, 1861. At the extra session of Congress, called July 1861, Senator Baker supported the administration in an able and eloquent speech. He addressed a mass meeting in Union Square, New York, after the firing upon Fort Sumter, urging eloquently the preservation of the Union. He volunteered for active service, and raised in Philadelphia and New York the "California" regiment and commanded a brigade at the battle of Ball's Bluff, where he fell from his horse, mortally wounded, Oct. 21, 1861.
# The Biographical Dictionary of America/Baker, George Augustus

​BAKER, George Augustus, painter, was born in New York city in 1821. The son of an artist, bred in an atmosphere of art, his talent soon became manifest, and when quite a young man he gained favor as a successful painter of miniatures on ivory. From 1844 to 1846 he studied in Europe with good results, and devoted his time after his return almost wholly to the painting of life-size portraits. His best results were in painting portraits of women and children, in which line he was unexcelled by contemporary artists, and his pictures commanded large prices. Among his works, outside of portraits, may be mentioned, "The May Queen," "Wild Flowers" and "Love at First Sight." He was a member of the National academy of design, elected in 1851. He died April 2, 1880.
# The Biographical Dictionary of America/Baird, Spencer Fullerton

​BAIRD, Spencer Fullerton, naturalist, was born at Reading, Pa., Feb. 3, 1823; son of Samuel Baird. He was graduated at Dickinson college, Pa., in the class of 1840; attended the College of Physicians and Surgeons, New York city; became professor of natural history at Dickinson in 1845, and later accepted the professorship of chemistry in addition. In 1850 he was made assistant secretaries and in May, 1878, succeeded as secretary of the Smithsonian institution. He sent out natural history ​parties, taking charge of the specimens they collected and editing their reports. He also collected many valuable specimens which he added to those brought in by the parties, and these laid the foundation of the United States museum at Washington. In 1871 he was chosen U. S. commissioner of fish and fisheries, and was so successful in his work of protecting and promoting the culture of fish in the rivers and lakes of America that some European countries followed his teachings. He received the honorary degree of M. D. from the Philadelphia medical college in 1848, and in 1856 Dickinson college conferred upon him the degree of Ph. D., and in 1875 he received the degree of LL. D. from the Columbian university. For a number of years he occupied the position of a trustee of Columbian university, and also of the Corcoran gallery of art in Washington. During the years 1850 and 1851 he was secretary of the American association for the advancement of science, and in 1864 was made a member of the National academy of science. He received many honorary medals from foreign societies, a medal from the Acclimation society of Melbourne in 1878, from that of France in 1879; the first honor prize for the International fish exhibit in Berlin in 1880; and the order of St. Olaf from the King of Norway and Sweden. More than twenty-five kinds of animal life have been named in his honor, as well as several extinct species. Prof. George Brown Goode's bibliography of his works from 1843 to 1882 include 1,063 titles. Among his most widely used works are his translation of Heck's "Bilder Atlas"; the "Iconographic Encyclopædia" (4 vols., 1852); "Catalogue of North American Reptiles" (1853); "Mammals of North America" (1859); "Birds of North America," with John Cassin (1860); "Review of American Birds in the Museum of the Smithsonian Institution" (1864-'66); "Distribution and Migrations of North American Birds" with Thomas M. Brewer and Robert Ridgway (5 vols., 1874-’84). He was scientific editor of Harper and Brother's publications. 1870-'78. (See Baird's "Manual of North American Birds," (1887).) He received eight votes for a place in the Hall of Fame, New York university, in October, 1900. He died at Woods Hull. Mass., Aug. 19, 1887.
# The Biographical Dictionary of America/Baker, Benjamin Webb

​BAKER, Benjamin Webb, educator, was born in Hutton, Ill., Nov. 25, 1841; son of John B. and Sarah E. (Adams) Baker; and grandson of Matthew and Samantha (Town) Baker of Massachusetts, and of John and Harriet S. (Webb) Adams of New York and Maryland. He lived on a farm until 1861, and from a child aided in the support of the family. He enlisted in the 25th Illinois volunteer infantry, 1801; was wounded several times, and was honorably discharged in 1865. He was graduated from the state normal school, Normal, Ill., in 1870; was principal of the grammar department of that school, 1866-'70, and was graduated from the Illinois Wesleyan university, Ph. B., in 1874, receiving his A. M. and Ph. D. degrees in course. He joined the Central Illinois conference in which he served, with the exception of two years in Denver, Col. (1881-'83) until ​1898. He was presiding elder of Streator district, 1885-89; financial secretary of the Illinois Wesleyan university, 1890-93; president of Chaddock college, Quincy, Ill., 1893-98, and president of Missouri Wesleyan college, Cameron, Mo., from 1898. He received the degree of D. D. from Chaddock college in 1898, and was a trustee of Illinois Wesleyan university, 1888-'98.
# The Biographical Dictionary of America/Baker, Charles Joseph

​BAKER, Charles Joseph, banker, was born at Baltimore, Md., May 28, 1821; son of William and Jane (Jones) Baker. He was graduated at Dickinson college grammar school in 1841; established a paint, oil and glass business with his brother Henry J. Baker in 1842, which became Baker Brothers & Co., New York and Baltimore. He was a director of the Franklin bank, 1859, and president, 1860; president of the Canton chemical company, 1870-77, and was instrumental in procuring the construction of the Union railroad tunnel, which gave the Northern Central and Western Maryland railroads a tide-water terminus at Canton. He was a member and president of the city council of Baltimore, and acting mayor of Baltimore during the imprisonment of Mayor George W. Brown in 1861. He was a liberal contributor to charitable and religious institutions. He died Sept. 24, 1894.
# The Biographical Dictionary of America/Baker, Harriet Newell Woods

​BAKER, Harriet Newell Woods, author, was born at Andover, Mass., Aug. 19, 1815; daughter of the Rev. Leonard and Abigail (Wheeler) Woods. Her father was president of Andover theological seminary. She was educated at the Abbott female academy, Andover. In 1835 she was married to the Rev. Abijah R. Baker. She began to write juvenile stories about 1850, under the pen names of Mrs. Madeline Leslie and "Aunt Hattie." Her books, which comprise nearly two hundred volumes, include the following: "The Courtesies of Wedded Life" (1855); "Tim the Scissors Grinder" (1861); "The Leslie ​Stories" (3 vols., 1861); "Worth and Wealth" (1865); "The Sisters at Service" (1879); "True and False Pride" (1879); "The Sunshine Series" (6 vols.); "Fashion and Folly" (1880); "Happy Home Series" (6 vols.); "The Governor's Pardon"; and, with Abijah R. Baker, "Theology in Romance" {2 vols.). She died in Brooklyn, N.Y., April 27, 1893.
# The Biographical Dictionary of America/Baker, Charles Simeon

​BAKER, Charles Simeon, representative, was born at Churchville, Monroe county, N.Y., Feb. 18, 1839. He received an academic education, was a teacher in 1856-'57, studied law and was admitted to the bar in December, 1860. He served during the first year of the civil war as lieutenant, 27th N. Y. volunteers, but being disabled at the first battle of Bull Run, was honorably discharged. He was a member of the New York assembly in 1879, 1880 and 1882; a state senator, 1884-'85, and a representative in the 49th, 50th and 51st congresses. He died in Washington, D. C., April 21, 1902.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Ha'e ye seen 1

Ha'e ye seen.
[The author of this fine song is generally said to be Robert Burns, Junior, eldest son of the poet, who for many years held a respectable but by no means a lucrative situation as clerk in the Stamp Office, at Somerset House, London. We know not where the song first appeared.]
Ha'e ye seen, in the calm dewy morning, The red-breast wild warbling sae clear; Or the low-dwelling, snow-breasted gowan, Surcharg'd wi' mild e'ening's soft tear? O, then ye ha'e seen my dear lassie, The lassie I lo'e best of a'; But far frae the hame o' my lassie, I'm mony a lang mile awa'.
Her hair is the wing o' the blackbird, Her eye is the eye o' the dove, Her lips are the ripe blushing rose-bud, Her bosom's the palace of love. ​Though green be thy banks, sweet Clutha! Thy beauties ne'er charm me ava; Forgive me, ye maids o' sweet Clutha, My heart is wi' her that's awa'.
O love, thou'rt a dear fleeting pleasure! The sweetest we mortals here know; But soon is thy heav'n, bright beaming, O'ercast with the darkness of woe. As the moon, on the oft-changing ocean, Delights the lone mariner's eye, Till red rush the storms of the desert, And dark billows tumble on high.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Ha'e ye seen 2

Ha’e ye seen.
[Air, "Ha'e ye seen in the calm dewy mornin'."]
Ha'e ye seen in the chill-fa'in' gloamin' The wild rose, sae droopin' and pale, Revive in the smile o' the mornin' And breathe a' its sweets on the gale:— Sae I ha'e aft seen the sad bosom By gloomy despondency prest, Revive at the saft voice o' friendship, And hush a' its sorrows to rest.
Sae aft, by the world forsaken, I've seen the worn countenance smile, Wi' light that had long been extinguish'd, An' joy that had beam'd to beguile. O ever, on life's changin' journey, Be mine the sweet duty to shed, The timely refreshin' o' firiendship On the droopin' an' desolate head!
J. M.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Had I a cave

Had I a cave.
[Written by Burns for Thomson's collection, to the tune of "Robin Adair". The poet, in composing the song, had in his mind a passage in the history of his friend Cunningham, who was jilted by his sweetheart under peculiar circumstances of aggravation.]
Had I a cave on some wild distant shore, Where the winds howl to the waves' dashing roar: There would I weep my woes, There seek my lost repose, Till grief my eyes should close, Ne'er to wake more.
Falsest of womankind, canst thou declare, All thy fond-plighted vows—fleeting as air! To thy new lover hie, Laugh o'er thy perjury, Then in thy bosom try What peace is there!
# The Book of Scottish Song/Halucket Meg

Halucket Meg.
[Written by the late Rev. J. Nicol, minister of Inverleithin, Peeblesshire, to the tune of "The Mucking of Geordie's byre," of which tune some account is given in the Introduction to the preceding song.]
Meg, muckin' at Geordie's byre, Wrought as gin her judgment was wrang; Ilk daud o' the scartle strake fire, While, loud as a lavrock, she sang! Her Geordie had promised to marrie, An' Meg, a sworn fae to despair, Not dreamin' the job could miscarrie, Already seem'd mistress an' mair!
My neebours, she sang, aften jeer me, An' ca' me, daft, halucket Meg, An' say, they expect soon to hear me I' the kirk, for my fun, get a fleg! An' now, 'bout my marriage they clatter, An' Geordie, poor fallow! they ca' An' auld doitet hav'rel!—Nae matter, He'll keep me aye brankin' an' braw!
I grant ye, his face is kenspeckle, That the white o' his e'e is turn'd out, That his black beard is rough as a heckle, That his mou to his lug's rax'd about; But they needna let on that he's crazie, His pike-staff wull ne'er let him fa'; Nor that his hair's white as a daisie, For, fient a hair has he ava!
But a weel-plenish'd mailin has Geordie, An' routh o' gude goud in his kist, An' if siller comes at my wordie, His beauty, I never wull miss't! Daft gouks, wha catch fire like tinder, Think love-raptures ever will burn! But wi' poortith, hearts het as a cinder, Wull cauld as an iceshogle turn!
There'll just be ae bar to my pleasure, A bar that's aft fill'd me wi' fear, He's sic a hard, ne'er-be-gawn miser, He likes his saul less than his gear! But though I now flatter his failin', An' swear nought wi' goud can compare, Oude sooth! it sall soon get a scailin'! His bags sail be mouldie nae mair! ​I dreamt that I rade in a chariot, A flunkie ahint me in green; While Geordie cried out, he was harriet, An' the saut tear was blindin' his een; But though 'gainst my spendin' he swear aye, I'll ha'e frae him what ser's my turn; Let him slip awa' whan he grows wearie, Shame fa' me! gin lang I wad mourn!
But Geordie, while Meg was haranguin', Was cloutin' his breeks i' the bauks, An' when a' his failins she brang in, His Strang, hazle-pike-staff he taks: Designin' to rax her a lounder, He chanced on the lather to shift, An' down frae the bauks, flat's a flounder, Flew, like a shot-starn frae the lift!
But Meg, wi' the sight, was quite haster'd, An' nae doubt, was bannin' ill luck; While the face o' poor Geordie was plaster'd, And his mou' was fill'd fu' wi' the muck! Confound ye! cried Geordie, an' spat out The glaur that adown his beard ran;— Preserve us! quo' Meg, as she gat out The door,—an' thus lost a gudeman!
# The Book of Scottish Song/Green Sleeves

Green Sleeves.
[The following song was written by Ramsay, and appears in the Tea-Table Miscellany. It is called "Green Sleeves" from the name of the tune to which it is adapted. This tune is of great antiquity, and was popular in England as well as in Scotland more than two centuries ago. The old words to the tune began
"Green sleeves and pudding pies,"
and were in ridicule of the Popish clergy, but extremely coarse. Besides "Green Sleeves," the tune is also known by the name of "Nobody can deny," that being the burthen of various English ballads, which are sung to it. Gay in his "Beegar's Opera" (1727) adopts the tune of "Green Sleeves" for one of the songs sung by Macheath, beginning,
"Since laws were made for every degree."]
Ye watchful guardians of the fair, Who skiff on wings of ambient air, Of my dear Delia take a care, And represent her lover With all the gaiety of youth, With honour, justice, love, and truth; Till I return, her passions soothe, For me in whispers move her.
Be careful no base sordid slave, With soul sunk in a golden grave, Who knows no virtue but to save, With glaring gold bewitch her. Tell her, for me she was design'd, For me who knew how to be kind, And have mair plenty in my mind, Than ane who's ten times richer. ​Let all the world turn upside down, And fools rin an eternal round, In quest of what can ne'er be found, To please their vain ambition; Let little minds great charms espy, In shadows which at distance lie, Whose hop'd-for pleasure when come nigh, Proves nothing in fruition:
But cast into a mould divine, Fair Delia does with lustre shine, Her virtuous soul's an ample mine, Which yields a constant treasure. Let poets in sublimest lays, Employ their skill her fame to raise; Let sons of music pass whole days, With well-tuned reeds to please her.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Gude Coldstream toon

Gude Coldstream toon.
[William Air Foster.—Here first piinted.]
My heartfelt thoughts to you are leal, Gude folks o' Coldstream toon! My heart was sair to bid fareweel To a' the neebours roun'. 'Twas here my earliest breath was drawn; And mony a happy day I spent wi' neebour callants then, Though I've been lang away.
But since I left gude Coldstream toon, O time has changed it sair; The bairnie then upon the lap Has grown a woman fair; The young and comlie lads I left Are now grown bauld and grey, And auld folks scarce, that ance I kenn'd Before I gaed away.
There's something in gude Coldstream toon That mak's my bosom beat, Wi' an instinct like the hunted hare To gain its native seat— To see Tweed's bonnie stream again, Ilk plantain, haugh, and brae, That bore the charm o' auld langsyne When ane was far away. ​I'll wear the gloamin' o' my days Whare life's career began, And breathe the latest breath o' life Just whare the first was drawn. In Coldstream toon wi' Coldstream folk, A cozzie beild I'll ha'e, And fight the battles owre again I fought whan far away.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Habbie's frae hame

Habbie’s frae hame.
[James Turner.]
By the side o' yon cleugh, whare the burnie rins still, A lassie sat sighing and spinning her lane: "O gin the waes o' my heart wad lie still! There'll never be peace till our Habbie comes hame.
"As my wheel it gaes round, and my lint tap I spread, Lint that I mean for bibs to my bairn; The warp shall be blue and the waft shall be red, An' how braw we'll be a' when our Habbie comes hame.
"That morning he left us our cock never crew, Our grey clocking hen she gaed kecking her lane; The gowk frae the craft never cried cuckoo, That wearyfu' morning our Habbie left hame.
"When the wind blaws loud and tirls our strae, An' a' our house sides are dreeping wi' rain, An' ilka burn rows frae the bank to the brae, I weep for our Habbie who rows i' the main.
"When the wars are owre, and quiet is the sea, On board the Culloden our Hab will come hame; My slumbers will then be as sweet as the Dee, An' how blythe we'll be a' when our Habbie comes hame."
# The Book of Scottish Song/Gree, bairnies, gree

Gree, bairnies, gree.
[The following excellent little nursery song is by William Miller, author of the highly popular ditty called "Wee Willie Winkie," and is here printed for the first time. Mr. Miller is a working cabinet turner in Glasgow.]
The moon has row'd her in a cloud, Stravagin' wuns begin To shoggle and shake the window brods, Like loons that wad be in. Gae whistle a tune in the lum-head, Or craik in saughen tree; We're thankfu' for a cozie hame, Sae gree, bairnies, gree.
Though gurlin' wuns may blaely blaw; Our roustn' fire will thow The straggler's taes,—and keep fu' cosh My tousie taps-o'-tow. O, wha wad cule your kale, my bairns, Or bake your bread like me, Ye'd get the bit frae out my mouth, Sae gree, bairnies, gree.
​O, never fling the warmsome boon O' bairnhood's love awa'; Mind how ye sleepit cheek to cheek, Atween me and the wa', How ae kind arm was owre ye baith— But, if ye disagree, Think on the kindly sowth'rin' soun', O, gree, bairnies, gree.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Gudewife, count the lawin

Gudewife, count the lawin.
[Burns furnished the tune and words of this song to Johnson's Museum. "The chorus," he says, "is part of an old song, one stanza of which I recollect:
Every day my wife tells me That ale and brandy will ruin me;
But if gude liquor be my dead, This shall be written on iny head— O gudewife, count the lawin, The lawin, the lawin; O gudewife, count the lawin, And bring a coggie mair."]
Gane is the day, and mirk's the night; But we'll ne'er stray for faut o' light: For ale and brandy's stars and moon, And blud-red wine's the rising sun.
Then, gudewife, count the lawin, The lawin, the lawin, Then, gudewife, count the lawin, And bring a coggie mair.
There's wealth and ease for gentlemen, And semple folk maun fecht and fen; But here we're a' in ae accord, For ilka man that's drunk's a lord.
My coggie is a haly pool, That heals the wounds o' care and dool; And pleasure is a wanton trout— An ye drink but deep, ye'll find him out.
Then, gudewife, count the lawin, The lawin, the lawin, Then, gudewife, count the lawin, And bring's a coggie mair.
# The Black-bird/Black Eyed Susan

Black Eyed Susan.
# The Black-bird/Captain Mulligan

CAPTAIN MULLIGAN.
# The Black-bird

There are differences between the titles in the table of contents and those at the head of each song. Where this is the case, the latter has been used.
THE
Black-Bird,
A
SELECTION
OF CELEBRATED
SONGS.
Falkirk:
PRINTED & SOLD BY T. JOHNSTON. 1818.
CONTENTS.
Falkirk, T. Johnston, Printer.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# The Black-Bird Songster/To Mary in Heaven

TO MARY IN HEAVEN.
Thou ling'ring star, with less'ning ray, Thar lov'st to greet tho early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O mary, dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear’st thou the groans that rend his breast?
That sacred hour can I forget! Can I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love! Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past,— Thy image at our last embrace;— Ah! little thought wo 'twas our last!
Ayr, gurgling, kissd his pebbled shore, O‘erhung with wild woods, thick'ning, green The fragrant bitch; and hawthorn hoar, Twin'd am'rous round tho raptur'd scene. The flowers sprang wanton to bo prest, The birds sing love on every spray, Till too, too soon, the glowing west Proclaim'd the speed of winged day.
Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes, And fondly broods with miser care: Time but tho impression strongor makes, As streams their channels deeper wear. ​My Mary, doar departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rond his broast?
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# The Black-bird/Death of General Wolfe

Death of General Wolfe.
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