The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1910-06-12

I received tidings of her death from an
old actor, and as / read the letter men
tally repeated the words spoken by Laer-
tes of Ophelia, in Hamlet
Lay her + the earth and from her
Fair and unpolluted flesh
May violets SPRING
''Then You'll Remember Me-" Yes, re-
member, and have never forgotten. But
how could 1t have been otherwise?
Older people sometimes laugh at young
loves DREAM; but in the heart of many
a man there is a nook sacred to the
memory of little sweetheart of the
far-off years, who, perhaps, has long lain
meath where the daisies and the violets
grow in some quiet churchyard
SANTA LUCIA"
turn to another page of the book. Here
find Santa Lucia" pronounced in the
Italian Santa Lu-chee-a 1t used to be
one of our home-songs. 1t Is written in
five flats, and In three-eight time, and is
therefore, bright and CHEEKY. 1t is a
Neapolitan boat song.
Glorious the summer night.
Sea-strand and pillows white"
The words are genuine poetry, and the
melody suits the expressed sentiment per-
fectly.
One summer day, having left Naples
early in the morning was sitting at a
table in the little cafe located at the gate
that opens into the principal thorough
fare of the silent city of Pompeii. Long
ings for home were a-stir in my heart.
Indeed, I had a severe case of what the
medical fraternity call ''notalgia," and
what the Germans denominate "heim-
weh." but which we call Inconsistencies"
While thus affected there came to tho
cafe door a wandering Italian Minstrel
with his guitar Music. music, let's
have music; anything to drown this ter
rible oppression of inconsistencies"
The minstrel took his guitar from his
shoulder and began. But he sang the
last song In the world to help me,
Santa Lu-hee-a," our home-song. It
would have been romanticallly beaut1-
full at any other time. with It's
What greater JOY can be.
In our love dreaming,
Than thus to drift with thee
Ger wavelets cleaning?
But It was not the song for the hour.
On the gentle tide of melody my soul
was borne away to land beyond the
sunset. 1t was too much, Come, come;
that's enough; let me lose myself in the
ruins of your old canned city Of Pom
petit" and soon I was busy among the
dusty scenes Of antiquity.
my OLD KENTUCKY HOME"
On page 10 of Dear Old Songs I
found this truly beautiful melody. as
scciate 1t with two widely separated
scenes. 1t used to be my custom to
spend part OF my vacations in lectur-
ing at chautauqua gatherings. This was
pleasant experience. for, to say moth
Ing of the financial pleasure I derived.
/. was a joy to meet on the platform
many of the first lecturers of the coun-
try. 1 was booked to lecture at several
chautauquas with william Jennings Bry-
an, Gen. Fitzhugh Lee, whom already
knew In Richmond; Miss Clara Morris.
Mrs Roser and others. I say that I
had known Gen. Fitzhugh Lee in Rich
mond where he at times worshiped In
my church, but I never knew him so In
timately before we met at Missouri
chautauqua left him In that state and
went to Kentucky to flll an engagement.
was booked for two day lectures at
this chautauqua. The night entertain
ments, being less Of literary charac-
ter. were given up to, music and humor-
Gus addresses ~