The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1879-04-05

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This is rather satire than serious
recipe for securing fame. 1t is more easy
to remember single master piece than a
multitude of splendid things, and great
authors names generally go in public men
ton, with the name Of some singular great
work of theirs. 1t is surprising to find
how many people of real merit have "sung
one song and died" They saved them
selves world Of useless labor for fame by
striking twelve the first time. Somewhat
like the following, the author and his best
production, have found Judgement in our
minds:
Henry Carey.-aGod save the Queen"
Hopkins-"Hafl Columbia"
Key-star spangled Hammer"
5 eSss WSsrd o L. sTss, Home
Chas. kingsley-"The Three Fishers"
Edgar A. poe-"The Raven"
Tom HOod-'The Song of the Shirt"
Julia Ward Howe-Battle Hymn of the Republic"
Bret Hart-"The Heather Chinee"
The history of some of the poems which
have immortalized their authors will be
found entertaining.
Hoods touching lyric, "Thc Song of
the Shirt was the work Of an evening
Its author was prompted to write it by the
condition of thousands of working women
in the city Of London. The effect of its
production was foreseen by two persons
the poets wife and Mark Lemon, the edi-
tor Of Punch
"Now mind, Tom; mind my words, "
said his devoted wife, "this will tell won
derfully. II is one Of the best things you
ever did"
Mr.. Lemon, looking over his letters one
morning, opened an envelope enclosing a
poem, which the writer said had been re-
jected by three London journals. He
begged the editor to consign it to the waste
basket II it was not thought suitable for
Punch, as the author was "sick Of the
sight of it," The poem was signed Tom
Hood, and was entitled "The Song of the
Shirt"
1t was submitted to the weekly meeting
of the editors and principal contributors,
several Of whom opposed its publication as
unsuitable to the pages Of comic journal,
Mr.. Lemon, however, was so firmly i'm.
pressed with its beauty that he published
it on December 10th, 1884.
"Thc Song of the Shirt" trebled the
sale of the paper, and created profound
sensation throughout Great Britain. Peo-
pie of every class were moved by ii. 1t
was chantod by ballad singers in the streets
of London, and drew tears from the eyes
of princes. SeYcn years after the authors
death, the English people erscted o mon
ument over his grave. The rich gave
guineas, the laborers and sewing women
gave shillings and pence. Sculptured on
it is the inscription devised by himself
"He sang the Song of the Shirt"
"The Old 0aken Bucket" was written
fifty or more years ago by printer named
Samuel Woodwork. He was in the habit
of dropping into noted drinking saloon,
kept by one Mallory. One day, after
drinking glass of brandy and water, he
smacked his lips and declared that NAL
lory's brandy was superior to any drink he
had ever tasted.
"No," said Mallory, "you are mistaken.
There was drink which 10 both our es.
timations far surpasses this"
"What was that ?" incredulously asked
Woodwork
1.-THE fresh spring water we used to
drink from the old oaken bucket that hung
in the well, after returning from the fields
on sultry day"
"Yery true, replied Woodwork, tear
drops glistenipg in his eyes.
Returning to his printing Office, he seat
ed himself at his desk aud began to write.
In half an hour
The old oaken bucket the iron. bound bucket.
The mqsEepyered bucket which hung In the we'll, -
was embalmed in an inspiring song that
has become as familiar as household
word.
MIR. Kiugsley's song of nThe Three
Fishers, was not the mere creation Of his
imagination, but the literal transcript Of
what he had seen Of linen who worked
and women who wept,' while he was a
boy in the fishing village Of Clovelly. His
father was the clergyman of the parish,
and such was his sympathy with the fish :.
ermen, that when the herring feet put to
sea, he would hold short religious SER
vice on the wharf.
The hardy men and boys, and their
anxious mothers, wives, sisters and sweet
heartG would join 10 singing the prayer.
book version of the 12lst Psalm
sheltered Shelf beneath the Almishtys wings
Thou shalt securely rest"
1t was sung as only those can sing who
with stout hearts go out, because it is their
duty, to danger and to death.
1t was one evening after being wearied
and worn out by the work and trial of the
day, that Kingsley wrote the song which
reproduees the scenes Of his youthful days,
Three fishers went sailing out into the west
Out into the west, as the sun went down
Authors do not always appreciate their
good work. We have all enjoyed Camp
bells "Hohenlinden" aud every school
boy has shouted;
THE combat deepens, on ye brave
Who rush TO glory or the gravel"
Yet Campbell did not know whether
this fine ballad was worthy of publication.
He and Sir Walter Scott were once tray
cling in stage coach, and, as they were
alone, they repeated poetry, in order to
beguile the time. AT last, Scott asked
Campbell to repeat some of his own poetry.
Campbell said there was one thing he had
written, but never printed. Il is full of
"drums, and trumpet, blunderbuses, and
thunder" but he didn't know if there was
anything good ia it. Theu he repeated
"Hohenlinden."
Scott listened With the greatest interest,
aud when he had finished broke out with
"But, do you know, that's very fine; WHY,
it Is the finest thing that you ever wrote,
and it must be printed"
Mrs. Hemans' "The Boy Stood on the
Burning Deck, is familiar to every school
boy; but the history Of the little hero thus
immortalized is not generally known.
Owen Cassabianac, native Of Corsica.
was born in 1888. His father was a dis.
tinguished French politician and naval
commander, and his mother was beauti.
full Corsican lady. But she died young,
and little Owen went with his father in 4
war vessel, and at the early age Of ten
participated with his father 10 the Battle
Of the Nile.
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