The Whig standard. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1843-1844, 1844-04-12
MISC ELL AN E'OUS.


For the Wing STANDARD.
- WING SONG.
Tune" The Star Spangled Banner."
Hank bark to those sounds which loudly ascend,
From the geeful acclaims of this glorious nation
They speak of delight at the prospect so bright,
OF our countrys success, and of Clay's elevation
For conquer we must-our cause it is just,
And this be our motto, Sin union we trustr
CHORUS.
And our glorious banner wave proudly we may,
IT'S the emblem of Freedom Of Justice, and CLAY.
To whom should we look in the dark hour Of gloom
While Freedom sits weeping her chid's alteration
To the recreant never-the patriot ever,
The one who is justly the pride of the nation
Then sing loud his name, ne'er coupled with shame,
But foremost inscribed in the annals of fame.
And our glorious banner, sc.
Soon country well free from the recreants power,
Whose treachery fills us with deep indignation;
She'll again take her stand, as her most favord land,
And look with contempt on the foes degradation!
Then high let us raise our voices in praise,
CHORUS. &
And our glorious banner, &c.
From the Fast to the West, from the North to the
South,
But gladstone strain fills the air with its beauty;
IT'S the tribute Of thanks to the first in the ranks,
| Whenever his country has calld him to duty!
Then join the acclaim to that honor'd name,
So valued in story, so TREASURED by fame.
| And the glorious banner, wave proudly we may,
| ,Tis our emblem of Freedom, of Justice and CLAY.
| sT
I ELtAR. s4ass
There are few Of our readers who have not
heard Of Elar, the famous Harlequin, but we
doubt whether any are acquainted with his mis-
cradle fate of late years. Let the anecdote warn
professional men in particular and all others gen.
orally, that age comes and the ability to acquire
goes, friends and influence depart, and that lit
tie laid by of the earnings of early life will
| smooth the pillow upon which under other cir
cumstances grey head may recline in sorrow
and want. The anecdote is related by Orberry
Poor Tom Ellar! Few who delighted in his
antics on the stage had any idea Of the miserable
pryations he endured during many months before
he sunk into the grave He was the last of the
| THREE who had impaired to pantomime an impor-
| lance it had never known before, and which pro-
badly, it may never know again. The light Of
GRIMALDI had faded forever, the hand of BARNES
was chilled by death, just as charity had stepped
forward to fill it, and Ellar alone stood the monu-
ment of departed gaiety, without one smile to
| cheer him, or one friend to afford him help.
| One of the few last times saw him was near
| his own residence in Hercules Buildings. His
features, always pale, from the effects of poison
administered to him in early life by jealous
woman, were now absolutely livid, and he walked
| in his frame had been slackened by debility. He
saw, but tried to avoid me !; as guessed his mo-
tive, however, | prevented this, and we shook
| hands as usual.
"Well, and how is fortune using you I"
asked, after the customary "dow dye do on
both Sides
WretchedIy, sir" (He had deferentive
mode of speaking even to his intimates.) "That
pot-boy is better off than l." said he, pointing to
publcan's lad then passing
Expressing my surprise as well as my sorrow.
/ added, /" But how isit that man OF your abili-
ties is out Of an engagement 7"
"They seem to think my dancing days are
over" he answered. 90 have tried, Sir, at every
theatre from Covent Garden TO the Pavilion, but
they all shake their heads / was even turned
away at the Standard IA place in Shoreditch,
half beer shop half theatre,) because picked up
few halfpence which were thrown to me from
the gallery, after danced one night"
"Haif pence thro,on 10 Eliar the Harlequin I"
.Gracious Heaven, Tom, you are surely
joking"
He shook his head, and his lips quivered and
WINGED under some mental struggle. Al length
he smiled-as misery only smiles-and said, A
few half pence, nowadays, sir, is a God send
to me-"
More shocked than ever, asked him " why
he did not apply for relief the theatrical fund"
He told me, which found was true, :. that the
fund afforded no relief to pantomimists."
"We may risk our necks night after night, "
he added, to draw the only good houses Of the
season. We may wear ourselves out, and sink
into n n early old anp mud vet fhnro IL M relief