Evening star., 1921-07-10
AROUND THE CITY

every step. the lady Of the tree was
surprised one morning TO see the
Torch showing lines OF snowy toweis,
pillow slips. handkerchief ana the
i,seMand TX ;,..1 stili more s,IsSi sHrpfi'ed' "hen
isn't 1t wonderful? We couldn't get
a laundress and my boy did 1t He
learned how to wash In the Navy"
Which seems to prove that Sea-lord
Daniels trained his youngsters to be
heroes both in the war and at home.
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UNTISS LANCASTER: Your articles
AA in The Star about old songs have
greatly interested me. am an old man
of eighty. formerly. in my youth a
singer. have large number Of old
songs. words and music, the oldest
one Tomorrow by Dibdin. written in
1850. and Tom Bowling by same
author. They are not for sale. but II
you have any curiosity about any Of
them let me know and I will copy
and send to you. love the dear songs
for purely sentimental reasons
JAMES D. TYLER.
A list Is kindly included.
"MY dear Miss Lancaster: The re-
NA vival of some of the old songs
has appealed to me. too. and am
wondering II any one could recall
more than one verse Of All Around
Me At as it was sung by an old
English servant to me when I was q
small child?
he IyS %1 -, -
find out for me who wrote the poem.
each verse Of which wound up with:
"A purple Judas tree
THE lady who asked mo If I knew
said she saw it years ago in col
lection of Dickens poems or writ
ingS, but she cannot find 1t now. and
as she seems perturbed that her store
house of knowledge lacks this inforA
nation I am turning to you. A. s. H,
Shelburne Falls, Mass.
field Of literature isn't q song. Of course,
but 1t means a memory-and for those
whose feet are set in the sunset trail,
a memory Is everything.
Therefore. It seems as II we ought to
put on our thinking caps and go hunting.
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uEoR Miss Jennie Adams Carter.
L care Of Miss Lancaster:
"Come, dearest. the daylight has gone.
And the stars are unveiling to thee;
Come, wander by moonlight alone.
If alone thou canst cali it with me.
LET us 70 where the wild flowers bloom.
Amid the soft shades Of night.
And the orange dispels its perfume
And the rose speaks Of love and Of light.
'Remember. love, must soon leave thee
To wander mid strangers alone.
Where at eve thy sweet smile will not greet
Or thy gentle voice at noon.
But. oh, twill be sweet to remembsr.
That though l am far. far from thee -
The hand Of fate only can sever
Ny lasting affection for thee" ..
IT sang this in my girlhood days
(seventy-three years ago). L too,
love the oil old .tson songs; .v 90 11lsd n: with With
daily, MRS. NETT1E e. CLAGETT.
Rockville, Nd.
This song was also kindly sent by
Mrs. A. O'Connor.
"Nd1ss LANCASTER: Reading The
Ni Sunday Star this am. I find
the request for the following song,
which I sang when a young woman.
Am now over eighty:
"You sneak Of sunny skies to me. Of orange
OF winds that wake soft melodies from leaf
and blooming flowers.
tempt me not to roam;
In sweet content my days are spenes tnen,
wherefore leave my homer
'.Yop tell me oft Of rivers bright. whers golden
ga1lies float
But have you seen our lakes by night OF eeaieo
in Alpine boat?
You speak Of lands where hearts and hands
will greet me when come,
But tho find trfe hearts and kind, thfy're
kinder stin at home.
Had you been reared in Alpine hills. or loved
~ In Alpine dells.
You'd prize, like me. our mountain RUS, NOR
fear the torrent .swells. ~
or poor the dome,
I1ve stfll retains some deathless chains that
bind the heart to home.
Hopping these lines may bring the
inquirer as many pleasant memories