The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1907-01-25

at the time L was preparing the opera
of Clair for Mr.. Kemble. Bishop hap
pened to know the air perfectly well,
and adapted the music to the words"
The success of this song is known
in every nation. 1t has had more
universal circulation than any other in
the world. In less than year after
it appeared the London publishers
sold more than 100000 copies. Never
theless it is curious fact that Payne
never was given credit for it nor a
royalty upon it. He never even re-
ceived presentation copy of the song.
In 1912 he was appointed consul to
Tunis, and the same year was mace
colonel on the staff of Maj. Gen. Aarct
Ward, of the Fourth division of in
fantry of the militia of the state of
New York In February of the fol
lowing year he left for Africa.
His career in Tunis was as uniqie
as the rest of his life. He became TIE
intimate and personal friend of Ahmed
Pasha Bey, the king of Tunis, and was
adored by the natives of the city.
He was recalled in 1S45, but rs
turned to Africa in 1851. And when
they told the hey that he had reached
Tunis he "cried out joyfully and said
LET him be made welcomed" Flags
were hung from every window, and
the people filled the streets with fes-
tivities in his honor.
And there in Tunis he died, cared
for by Greek priest, two French Sis
tiers of Mercy and some native Moors
who loved him. Tunis wept when his
eyes closed at last, and the hey was in
consolable.
He was buried in a plot of ground
overlooking the purple water and the
splendid ruins of old Carthage. Our
government erected there a marble
slab bearing Chiltons lines:
Sure when thy gentle spirit fed
To realms beyond the azure dome,
With arms outstretched, Gods angels
said:
Welcome to Heavens Home, Sweet
Home."'"
Gabriel Harrison says of the poet in
connection with the Easthampton cot
tage, of which he often spoke:
"One who has studied the character
of John Howard Payne cannot fail to
discover in his picture of the old home
stead deep, unsubsi'ding love for the
old place, as if the spirit of his boy
hood had come back to awaken mem
cries of delightful past; indeed, it
was here where his earliest inspira-
tions were winged, where his eyes
were first opened to the beauties of
the world, where he first took breath
of the broad green fields; where the
waves of the sea shore, as they broke
their white crests at his young feet,
whispered to him strange stories of
the deep; where he first tried to count
the stars, and where, each early
morning as he awoke, hope painted
new pictures of his imagined future.
Indeed, if he was thinking of any one
place on earth when he wrote his song
of Home, Sweet Home it was of the
lowly cottage at Easthampton.'
And it is this cottage which has
come into the possession of the Epis-
copal church of East Hampton, and
because of the necessity for more
room, for the present building is not
adequate for the needs of the congre-
cation, especially in summer when the
town is filled with visitors, it has been
the plan to demolish the cottage so
as to secure the building space needed
for larger church and parish house
and rectory adjoining.
Several plans have been put for
ward for the preservation of the cot.
ts ge. One is that it be remodeled and
used as a rectory; one resident of the
town offers land IN which to place the
building; the editor of boys maya
zin~ in the west urges his young read.
ers to support it as historical mu.
scum, and still others have other
plans. Just what will be the ultimate
outcome of the agitation is uncertain,
but it surely will be unfortunate if the
place is lost to the country and future
generations who will continue to sing
the song of Home, Sweet Home"