The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1905-07-02
Observation-Disclosures
CAREER or THE DISTINGUISHED
SECRETARY or STATE.
Life OF the Able Assistant OF Lincoln and
writer OF Ballads Crowned by I'M.
DOrtant services In the Politics OF
the WOrld--Iiis Many Trtun,phs.

writer or balluuS STONutN ny III
portant services In the Politics o
the WOrld--HIs Many Triunlphs
The life Of John Hay in his earliest man
hood Was lived in the heart of his country
No man was closer than he to Abraham
Lincoln, in the years when Lincoln had or
him the burden of holting the Union to-
ge,her. Maturing the lessons Of this ex-
n.rience by nearly thirty years devotion
n history and letters. Mr.. Hay came into
public life again "a Ambassador to the
cour, q st. James's and Secretary OF
state. and the leading figure in the worlds
diplomacy,
Nr Hays forbears were Scotch and
English His great grandfather came from
England to Virginia. and down to the time
Of the slavery agitation the Hays lived
the lives Of Virginian gentlemen. Charles
Hay, Mr.. Hays father, moved out Of Vir-
ginla because of his hatred Of slavery and
settled in Salem. Ind. where he was gen.
orally beloved as physician. John Hay
was born at Salem, Oct. 8, 1888.
Mr.. Hays mother was the daughter of
the Rev. David A. Leonard Of Rhode Is
land, and through his mothers prediec-
lions he went to Brown University. Mr..
HAYS college career was marked not only
by the general affection which he inspired
IN his fellow students and in his instructors
but hy personality delightful for the versa
tilitv Of his resources Of conversation and
the steadfast and gentle quality OF his
friendship.
His undergraduate writings gave him
place at the very top Of the universty's
roll Of literary achievement. 1t 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
hzed many good people by their homely
catholicity of sentiment. The literary
standards of the haircloth sofa epoch we're
not made for the measurement OF such
sentiments. Here is Jim Bludso" (of the
Prairie Belize:
Wall NO; | can't tell you whar he lives
Becasc be don't live, you see:
Leas,ways, he's got out OF the habit
OF Twin Ike you and me.
whar have you been for the last three year
Tha, you haven't heard folks tell
How Jimmy Budso passed In his checks
The night OF the Prairie Belle!
He weren't no saint-the m englnecrs
Is all pretty much alike
One wife In Natchez-under- the Hill.
And another ono here. In Pike
A keer.ess man In his talk was JIM
And an awkward hand In row.
But ne never funked. and he never lied
reckon he never knowed how.
And this all the religion he had
To treat his engine well:
Never be passed on the river:
To mind the pilots bell
And II ever the Prairie Belle took IRE
thousand times he swore,
He hold her nozzle agin the bank
TIL the last soul got ashore.
All boats has their day on the Mississip
And her day come at last
The Movasar was better boat,
But the Belle she wouldn't be passed
And so she come tearin' along that night
The Oldest craft on the line
With Niger squat on her safety valve
And her furnace crammed. rosin and pine.
The Are burst out as she clared the bar.
And burnt hole In the night
And quick as fash she turned. and made
For that willer bank on the right.
There was runnin'. and cursin but Jim yelled
out.
Over all the Internal roar.
I'll hold her nozzle agin the bank
Till the last galoot's ashore"
Jim Budso's voice was heard.
And they all had trust In his cussedness.
And knowed he would keep his word.
And surc's you're born. they all got OF
A!ore the smokestacks fell
And Bludos ghost went up alone
In the smoke of the Prairie Belle.
he weren't no saint but at Judgment
Id run my chance with Jim.
Longslde some pious gentlemen
AT Uou ltp't ehnn hapI UTE
BE seen his duty-a dead sure thing
And went for 1t thar and then;
And Christ amt a-going TO be too hard
On man that died for men.
And II Jim Bludso was not fit to be made
hero OF, how outrageous must the ex-
PLANTATION OF the rescue Of Little Breaches
from the snowstorm have seemed at that
time The verses follow:
don't go much on religion
! never Amt had no show:
bui I've got middlin' tight grip. sir,
On the handful O. things know.
! don't pan out on the prophets
And free will and that sort OF thing
But b'l!cve In God and the angels, |
Ever since one night last spring
come Into town with some turnips
And my little Gabc come along
No four-year old In the county
Could beat him for pretty and strong,
Pear. and clipper and sassy.
Always ready TO swear and nght- I
And Id larnt him to chaw terbacker
Jest 10 keep his milk teeth white
The snow come down like blanket
As passed by Taggart's store;
went In for a Jug OF molasscs
And left the team at the door
They scared at something and started
heard one little squal
ana heE-to split over the prairie
went team. Little Brooches and all,
he!I-io'Spl!t over the prairie:
was almost froze with skeer:
BUY We roustcd UP some torches,
And searched for EN- far and near
Al last We struck bosses and wagon
showed under a soft. white mound
lpsot-dead beat-but OF little Gabe
NO hide nor hair was found
ana mere all hope soured on me,
p' my fellow critters aid
Iles' Hoped down my mlrrow5ones
crotch deep In the snow. and prayed,
ny this, the torches was played out
and me and lsrul Parr
eh' OH for some wood to a sheepfold
mat he said was somewhar thar
We found II al last, and little shed
, "ht!c they shut up the lambs nj n,oh,