The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1905-07-02
Observation-Disclosures
CAREER or THE DISTINGUISHED
SECRETARY or STATE.

~. NJ the Able Assistant OF Lincoln and
writer OF Ballads Crowned by I'm.
portant services In the Politics OF
the WOrd-His Many Trlumphs.
The life of John Hay in his earliest man
hood vas lived In the heart of his country.
M man was closer than he to Abraham
Lincoln, in the years when Lincoln had on
hin, the burden Of holding the Union to-
Gather Maturing the lessons OF this ex-
nerience by nearly thirty years devotion
N history and letters, Mr.. Hay came into
nublio life again as Ambassador to the
Court Of st. Jamess and Secretary Of
state. and the leading figure in the worlds
diplomacy.
Nr HAYS forbears were Scotch and
ENGLISH. His great grandfath came from
England to Virginia, and down to the time
If the slavery agitation the Hays lived
the lives of Virginian gentlemen. Charles
Hay, Mr.. Hays father, moved out Of Vir-
cinia because of his hatred of slavery and
settled in Salem. Ind. where he was gem
orally beloved as physician. John Hay
was born at Salem Oct. 8. 1885,
Mr. Hays mother was the daughter OF
the Rev. David A. Leonard OF Rhode Is
land and through his mothers predilec-
tons he went to Brown University. Mr.
HAYS college career was marked not only
nv the general affection which he inspired
in hi, fellow students and in his instructors.
but by a personality delightful for the versa
tility of his resources Of conversation and
the steadfast and gentle quality OF his
friendship.
His undergraduate writings gave him
49, - h. skxxi.,
roll Of literary achievement. It was at
Brown that he wrote Jim Bludso" and
Little Breeches," verses which, when
published many years later. gave him
national fame, though they greatly scandal
lzed many good people by their homely
catholicity of sentiment, The literary
standards Of the haircloth sofa epoch were
not made for the measurement Of such
sentiments Here is Jim Budso7 (of the
Prairie BELIEF:
Wall no. can't tell you whar he lives,
Becase be DON, live. YOU see:
Leas,wsys he's got out Of the habit
OF Twin like you and me,
Vbar have you been for the last three year
That you haven't heard folks tell
How Jimmy Budso passed In his checks
The night OF the Prairie Belief
he weren't no saint-th- m engineers
is all pretty much allks
One wife In hatcher under the Hill,
And another one here. In Pike:
A keerless man in bis talk was jim,
And an awkward hand In a row,
But he never hunked, and he never He'd
reckon be never knowed how.
And this was all the religion he had
To treat his engine well:
Never be passed on the river.
To mind the pilots bell:
And n ever the Prairie Belle took nre--
A thousand times he swore.
He'd hold her nozzle agin the bank
TIL the last soul got ashore.
AL boats has their day on the Mississip,
And her day come at last
Tho Aovastar was q better boat,
But the Belle she wouldn't be passed,
And 50 she come tesnn' along that night
The oldest craft on the line
With niger squat on her safety valve.
And her furnace cramtned. ros,n and pine.
The Are burst out ~ she c!ared the bar.
And burnt a hole In tho night.
And quick as fash she turned and made
For that wtler bank on the right.
There was runnin'. and cursin'. but Jim yelled
Over all the internal roar.
'Tll hold her nozzle aein the bank
TIL the last galoots ashore"
IHIOuRH Tue not DldCk OTcdbn OF inc DuTnln DOdt
Jim Budso's voice was heard,
And they all had trust 10 his cussedness
And knowed he would keep his word.
And. sure's you're born. they all got on
Atore the smokestacks fell
And Budos ghost went up alone
In the smoke OF the Prairie Belle
H. weren't no saint: but at Judgment
Id run my chance with Jim.
longsde some pious gentlemen
That wouldn't shook hands with m
He seen his duty-a dead sure thing
And went for II thar and then:
And Christ ain't going to be too hard
On man that died for plen.
And II Jim Bludso was not fit to be made
hero OF, how outrageous must the ex-
PLANTATION of the rescue Of Little Brooches
from the snowstorm have seemed at that
time. The verses follow:
don't go much on religion,
| never amt had no show.
But I've got a mlddlln' tight grip, sir.
on the handful O. things know.
don't pan out on the prophets
And free will, and tina; sort OF thing
But b'l!eve in God and the angels.
Ever since night last spring,
come into town with some tlrnps,
and my little Cabc come along
No fou. year old In the county
Could beat him for pretty and strong,
Nways ready to swear and nRht,
And Id larnt him 10 chaw tcrbachcr
Jest to keep his milk cc,h white
The come down Ike blanket
As passed by Taggars store;
went In for a jug Of moasses
And left tho team at the door.
They scared a, something and started
heard one little all.
And hrll-to split over the prairie
Went team. Little Brooches and ALL
H" TO split over the prairie;
was almost froza with skecr
BIT We rous.ed up some torches.
Mad searched for EN- far and near,
Al last We struck bosses and wagon,
showed under soft white mound
lpSoi-dead bcat-but OF little Gabe
No hide nor hair WAS found
And here all hope solrcd on me.
or my fellow critters aid.
Jest topped dowl On IN nirroyoone,
Crotch deep In the snow, and prayed.
BY this, the torches played out,
And me and Isrul Parr
Wen, on for some wood to a shcepfold
That he said was somewhar thar.