The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1904-02-04

THE STORY OF AN INTERESTING
EVENING WITH LONGFELLOW.

How "EXCeIS1Or,'' the "WFeCk of the
Hesperus" and the "O1d Clock ON
the Starr Came to BE Written.
"The Bridge" Was Born of Sorrow.
1 once wrote to the poet Longfellow
asking him to give me some account Of
the circumstances under which he
wrote "The Bridget stood on the
bridge at midnight''-a poem which an
eminent English critic has called 1.-The
most sympathetic in this language"
the poet in which he said, IF you will
come over and pass an evening with
me it will give me pleasure to tell you
the history of the poem and also Of any
Of my poems that may interest you"
A few evenings later found me at the
poets door at his Cambridge home. He
was then verging on seventy years, in
the fullness Of his experience and the
ripeness of his fame. / was shown in
to long, hall-like room dimly lighted,
In which were a broad table, antique
furniture and tall colonial clock. The
meet me and formed a striking and
statuesque figure, with his kindly smile
and long white hair and beard.
"And so you would like to know
something about the inspiration OF
some Of my poems-what led me to
write them?" he said when we were
seated. "Well, you are very kind.
81 will tell you first how l came to
write the Psalm of Life / was
young man then. l can recall the
time. It was bright day, and the
trees were blooming, and l felt an i'm
pulse to write out my aim and purpose
In the world. I wrote it for myself.
I did not intend it for publication.
Some months afterward l was asked
for poem by popular magazine.
recalled my Psalm Of Life 1 copied
it and sent it to the periodical. 1t saw
the light took wings and flew over the
world. There you may see it written
on a japanese screen"
He pointed to a high, richly orna-
mented screen which stood before
great fireplace. He added an anecdote
which I have always regarded as
true picture Of his soul:
when 1 was in England I was hon.
ored by receiving an invitation from
the queen. AS / was leaving the pal
ace yard MY carriage was hindered by
the crowd Of vehicles. There came to
the door Of the coach noble looking
English workingman.
care you Pofessor Longfellow he
said.
81 bowed.
"'May 1 ask, sir, If you wrote the
"Psaim of Life"'
81 answered that I did.
"'Would you be willing, sir, to take
q wOrkingman by the hand?
81 extended my hand to him. He
clasped it, and never'in my life have
received a compliment which gave me
90 much satisfaction.
81 wrote Excelsior" he continued,
"after receiving a letter full of lofty
sentiments from Charles Sumner at
Washington. In one of the sentences
occurred the word excelsior AS I
caught my eye. I turned over the let
ter and wrote my poem. l wrote the
Wreck of the Hesperus' because, after
reading an account Of the loss of part
of the Gloucester fishing fleet in an
autumn storm, l met the words Nor
mans VICE. 1 retired for the night aft
er reading the report of the disaster,
but the scene haunted me. / arose to
write, and the poem came to me in
whole stanzas.
'The clock in the corner of the room,'
he went on, sis not the one to which I
refer in my old Clock ON the Stair
That clock stood in the country house
Of my father-in-law at Pittsfeld, among
the Berkshire hills"
The great clock in the room was beat
ing the air in the shadows as he spoke.
could seem to hear it say:
"Toujours-jamais!
Jamais-toujoursr
1t was these words by French au-
thor that had suggested to him the
solemn refrain:
"FOrever-neveri
Never-forever!''
Excelsior" had been set to popular
music by the Hutchinsons when the
poet met one evening the minstrel fam
lily after a concert in Boston Music
hall. II have" he said, another poem
which will send to you" He did so.
It was the first copy Of the "Old Clock
on the Stair One Of the family set
the words to music.
"My poem entitled The Bridge" he
said in effect, twas written in sorrow,
which made me feel for the loneliness
Of others. l was a widower at the
time, and I used to sometimes go over
the bridge to Boston evenings to meet
friends and to return near midnight by
the same way. The way was silent
save here and there belated footstep.
The sea rose and fell among the wood
en- piers, and there was great furnace