St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1894-03-11

OHI IHcf uo iloL poSScSS, lioy uiuSI Uodr
the Odium. They have made their own
| bed. They must lie in it.
THE FATE OF THE SINGER.
The misfortunas of poets are proven
| bal. From the time when Homer the
| immortal was forced to beg his bread
| through those seven cities of Greece
whose municipal infamy thus became
deathlesS, down through the entire
chain Of MINISTRIES. the record is COM
| Dlete, that great singers have forever
been great sufferers. No difference in
what language they have given forth
| their inspiring noteS-Greek, the satin
toned Latin. or cultural German, or
harsh but resonant English - every
| string of their resounding lutes has
| sooner or later been broken. either by
| disease. poverty. neglect. hapless affec-
ton, Imprisonment or disappointment,
or early death. Sometimes all of these
have joined in Satanic conspiracy t O
| make life uncomfortable; and then. per-
| haps, suicide by poison, the bullet, OF a
| broken heart.
Forgetting Homer and Horace, and
the innumerable army of poets long
| generations ago. we find Leasing, 1.-THE
| morning star of modern German song,"
living in poverty and neglect Schiller
| passing through poverty to diseased
unrest, terminated by early death; and
| finally Heine-StrongeSt singer of bis
race-dying through intemperance, pro-
voked by the forgetfulness of his cotem-
| porarieS.
In England, Milton grew blind to the
| splendors of the earth, that he might
| gaze within his own sublime soul and
picture to all succeeding generations the
glories of Paradise. Pope was deformed,
stunted and diseased. Swift "died at
the top first" and crossed to the poets
| immortality from cell IN 4 madhouse.
| Byron, the splendid meteor of melody
was morally and physically club-footed.
While Burns = poor Burns - the most
tuneful lark of all the centuries, died of
| neglect, if not of want in cot OF poverty
! at thirty-Seven.
Amerlca-proud America, whose ear
is always open to every cry of spiritual
or material hunger-permitted Poe to
perish in the ditch, surrounded by a
thousand homes filled with comfort and
luxury Nathaniel Hawthorne was poor
and neglected until Franklin Pierce, his
old college ch um. who loved him. blum.
dered into the presidency and "fXed"
him for life by making him consul to
Liverpool. But why extend the list?
The few exceptions only serve to DEM
onstrate the rule. And all Of this pro-
found resurrection of faieful history is
here INDUCED in to sound note of
warning i'll time, so that another immor-
tai bard may not be added to the list of
mans lnhumaDity to man."
Probably only few of the readers Of
the GLOBE could name the author of a
strong aud virile melody which re-
sounded unanimously and filled every
American ear less than two short years
| ago
Grover! Grover! Four years more of
| Grover.
In we 90; out they go.
| Then Wei live i'll cIover!"
His name is Tosephs-SamueI JoSephs
and he lives in Philadelphia. Mr..
JOsepbS was in Chicago when Mr.. Cleve-
land was nominated in 1892, and his in
| 0ii iol " vi HIN VII I.iot
momeutouS OCCASION. and hence did not
vent itself i'll vain and clamorous shout
ings or vulgar howlings through late
hours. He sang Soberly, and thus the
music from his Tyre became a sgu To
conjure with. 1t was taken up by the
mighty proletaire. and Mr.. Cleveland
again entered the White house amid the
| booming of cannon and the blare of
trumpets.
Unlike a majority of his craftsmen. it
seems that Mr.. Josephs was not content
to merely 'sing Il song a-siXpence," but
few days ago came to the front asking
for his pocket full of rye" He, like
our own poelical humorist, J. Adam
Bede, has the prudence to ask the great
American question = "How much is
there in it for me?" Unlike our own
Bede. however. he failed to secure rec
IGNITION. Mr.. Josephs asked to be
United States marshal for the Philadel-
phia district. Did he get il? With
much pain the GLOBE responds that he
did not. Some other fellow got it, and
probably that fellow could not write a
song to save his lite, but was just a
plain. everyday, unpretentiOus poll
tician of the ordinary type.
Let us not despair. however. Mr..
Cleveland has many other offices i'll his
gift, and maybe JOsephs will get some
thing if he will stand 'ronnd and look
sad and forlorn. But if he should fail,
then lie maygo back once more to his
mandolin and give us something more
of the same sort for the gentleman who
shall be called TO the leadership in
1896.
1t is to be hoped that Josephs will not
sulk in his tent. If he is young he can
afford to wait: and if he he old he NAV
die and then everything he needs will
be quickly and cheerfully furnished
without any cost to him.