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people. “ Jack," as he is affectionately I are three songs, any one of which would called, is the national hero; and Nelson be sufficient for a noble reputation. Cold ranks above Wellington, not because he is the heart that can read them unmoved, did more, or was a braver and better man, even if patriotism should not lend its but because he was a sailor, and had the glowing heat to the admiration which failings as well as the virtues of his class. they excite. His “Exile of Erio,” and Charles Dibdin represented “Jack” in “ Irish Harper," though Hibernian in suball his strength and all his, weakness. ject, are English in style and treatment, How beautiful, for instance, are “Tom and may fairly rank as English songs of Bowling,” “Lovely Nan," "The Sailor's the best class. In his love songs CampJournal,” and a score of others that might bell was not so successful. His “Pleas. be cited! Dibdin said of his songs, with ures of Hope ” and his “Gertrude of pardonable pride, " that they had been Wyoming" may pass out of popular fa. considered an object of national conse. vor; but his war-songs and some of his quence; that they had been the solace of lyrical pieces will last as long as the litersailors in long voyages, in storms, and in ature of England. battles; and that they had been quoted in Did space permit, a more detailed menmutinies to the restoration of order and tion might be made of Captain Morris, discipline." Charles Dibdin left a son, who wrote about three hundred, and who followed in his father's footsteps, and Thomas Haynes Bailey, who wrote upwrote some excellent sea-songs; among wards of eight hundred songs. The gal. others “ The Tight Little Island,” which lant captain was the friend, or rather the still holds its place in the popular affection companion, of George the Fourth, for unimpaired by the caprices of literary kings are placed too high to have real fashion :
friends. He sang his own songs at the Daddy Neptune one day to Freedom did royal table, at the Beefsteak Club, and at
the mess table of the Guards. He had say, If ever I lived upon dry land,
good poetical intentions; but mere intenThe spot I should hit on would be little tions do not produce poetry. Nothing of Britain,
him remains in the popular mind or on the Says Freedom, "Why, that's my own isl. popular ear. He wrote for a class, and and."
not for the great heart of humanity; and Oh, 'tis a snug little island,
his songs are effete, defunct, dead, buried, A right little, tight little island,
and forgotten. The reputation of Haynes Search the globe round, none can be found,
Bailey has greater tenacity of life. He So happy as this little island !
had real tenderness, which he displayed It was not many years ago, and within in such songs as “The Soldier's Tear," living inemory, that Thomas Dibdin was and “Oh, no, we never mention her!” to be seen wandering, a forlorn old man, and considerable wit and humor, but his through the streets of London, with sentiment was too often mere sentimenscarcely a shoe to his foot, and with the talism, his love lackadaisical, and his melfate of Henry Carey staring him in the ancholy very genteel and effeminate – face. What brought him into this pitia. wearing white kid gloves, and wiping its ble condition it is not for us to inquire. eyes, in which there were no tears, with a Let his memory rest. By what right shall highly perfumed cambric pocket handker. posterity pry into the private misery of chief
- a very Mantilini of the art of poets ? His muse was an honest one, and poetastry. he devoted her to honest uses. More Of Brian Waller Procter, better known need not be said of him.
to the world as “ Barry Cornwall,” it is Of the English song.writers of the pres not necessary to indulge in elaborate criti. ' ent century, the most illustrious were cism. One of his songs, “ The sea! the Thomas Moore, claimed exclusively by sea ! the open sea !” took possession of the Irishi, but who may be also claimed as the tongue and ear of the multitude and particularly English, in such well-known maintained it usque ad nauseam for a songs as “The Last Rose of Summer,” whole twelve month or longer. A second, “ The minstrel boy to the war has gone, on a very inferior subject, “ King Death “ As a beam o'er the face of the waters is a rare old fellow,” is still occasionally may glow," " The Meeting of the Waters,” heard, and will live as a poem long after “ The Canadian Boat-Song," and many it is forgotten as a song. 'Samuel Lover, others equally familiar. Thomas Camp a writer of Irish songs, deserves and has bell's “ Battle of the Baltic,” his “ Mario received high appreciation, not only from ners of England,” and his “ Hohenlinden” | his Irish fellow-countrymen, but from the
English people, among whom he cast his classes, conviviality, as our ancestors un. lot at an early period of his career. He derstood it, is a thing of the past; and wrote many excellent songs, full of the such bacchanalian orgies as they indulged peculiar tenderness and humor which are in are now unknown in decent society, so often found in combination in the Irish and would be held disgraceful if they were character, which promise to enjoy a longer attempted. Songs are no longer sung at tenure of popular favor than the songs of the dinner-table after the ladies have rehis more classical predecessor, Thomas tired to the drawing-room, and to sit long Moore. Except in the songs that breathed at the wine is forbidden by the inexorable incipient sympathy with Irish disaffection and unwritten law of society; and when and rebellion, Moore was far more En conviviality went out of fashion enthuglish than Irish, and scarcely attempted siasm went also — though not perhaps as to reach the popular heart, or, if he did a necessary consequence. so, failed in the endeavor. He was essen- The struggle for life and worldly posi. tially an aristocrat, and might have been tion is so hard among all classes, and the compared to a tame canary-bird who never disappointments that attend the struggle sang well except when he was perched on are so grievous and so many, as to prothe finger of a countess; unlike Samuel duce a feeling that hope is a deluder, and Lover and Robert Burns, who sang aloft that enthusiastic belief in or love for any. in the sky with the sunlight upon their thing is a foolish feeling and a mistake in
а wings, and cheered the hearts of the com. which the wise will not indulge. And mon people in the fields below.
with enthusiasm, reverence for everything Most English poets worthy of the name except money and the things that inoney have written songs — often very beautiful will buy has become pretty nearly defunct to read, but not always well adapted to be in all classes of adult men and women, sung. These poets have either not known, though still to some extent, not a large or have forgotten, that the essential ele. one, existent among the young who have ment of a song is to be singable, and that not begun to reckon their ages among the a fine thought, if expressed by words “teens." containing too many harsh and unvocal An evil example was set between forty consonants, though it may appeal to the and fifty years ago by many young writers understanding, may fail to find interpreta. who laid themselves out to be what is tion from singers who require grace, mel-called " funny,” to become in fact profes. ody, smoothness, and limpidity of meaning sional punsters, by the composition of in songs, rather than intellectual strength drearily comic books - among others by or depth of suggestion, and that the true comic English and Latin grammars, by song should be above all things, as Milton comic geographies, by comic histories of expresses, simple, sensuous, and passion. England; and who would in all probabil.
ity have written “comic ” Bibles if they Among living writers of songs, of whom could have found a market for them. a score at least might be mentioned with These writings had any amount of popular. all befitting honor, the Laureate has been ity, which contributed in no small degree most successful in his efforts to charm his to the deterioration of the literary taste of contemporaries in this branch of the poetic the then rising generation - a deteriora. art. But his songs, like those of some of tion which has extended its baleful influ. his compeers in the higher walks of poetry, ence to their successors of the present have only found favor with the few, and day, and has not only invaded the private have been of too high an order of literary talk of society, but the theatre, and might merit to reach the hearts of the multitude. even claim the monopoly of the drama The serious minds of the age are en. were it not for the paramount and benign grossed with theological, scientific, and influence of Shakespeare. To such agency political questions, and have no real taste the public of the present and of a not long for the song, which they consider to be bet. since departed day owes the hydraulic ter adapted for the amusement of women and pumped-up "fun" which is not funny, than for that of men. The change in the of the songs that now achieve the greatest habits and manners of the upper and more popularity, and retain it for the longest, educated classes of society which has been time. Of this inane class are “Pop goes in gradual operation for the last fifty or the Weasel,” “ Jump Jim Crow," "The sixty years has been unfavorable to the Ratcatcher's Daughter,” “ The Chicka. appreciation of the song in the private leerie Cove," "Tommy, make room for circles where it flourished in the days your Uncle," and other vulgarities that of our great-grandfathers. Among these seem to fascinate the sons and daughters
of the lower middle class. If one would mental or comic, we might well come to really form an estimate of what popularity the conclusion that the age of English signifies and what it is worth, he might song has passed. But this would be an discover a humiliating truth in the fact error. The song worthy to be so called that the street entertainment of Punch will continue to exist and be admired in and Judy is really more popular than literature and be enshrined in books, if it “Hamlet” or “ Macbeth," and that the do not find a place in the music-stands of most popular of all the songs still sung in the boudoir and the drawing-room. LyrEngland is one adapted to the old French ical poetry will never die. It is the earliest melody of “ Malbrook s'en va-t-en guerre," form of poetry and in many respects the and that forms the bacchanalian chorus in best, as has been proved from the days of circles where a spurious convivality still the patriarchs, when Miriam sang her prevails :
song of triumph on the overthrow of the We won't go home till morning,
hosts of Pharaoh, and of the later time Till daylight doth appear ;
when King David poured out his full soul
in exultation or repentance, and when his varied occasionally by another chant of a son, not so great as his father, because he similarly low order:
had not been purified in the fires of adFor he's a jolly good fellow,
versity, sang "The Song of Songs, which And so say all of us ;
is Solomon's.” The days for the produc.
tion of new epic poems may have passed, with an extra powerful emphasis upon the never more to return, but the days of
lyrical poetry will never pass as long as Not quite so vulgar, but quite as popu. there are young and passionate hearts in lar, as these are the vapid sentimental the world, and cultivated intellects to apsongs — which find favor with what may preciate the noble, the pathetic, and the be considered the great majority of the tender outpourings of affection and fancy fair sex, who possess a smattering of lit. which, in combination with the music of erary taste, and a still slighter smattering rhythm and rhyme, constitute lyrical of musical appreciation — that are issued poetry, and which only needs what it does in shoals by the musical publishers of the not always obtain — the music of the present day, to the almost complete dis "human voice divine "to become “songs placement of the really good songs and in the truest sense and in the highest the very excellent music of a bygone meaning of the word. generation. As the literary reviews and
CHARLES MACKAY. other periodicals do not bestow much, if any, of their critical attention upon these slight and ephemeral productions, every publisher — in league, it is to be supposed,
From Macmillan's Magazine. with the author and composer — becomes
BORROUGHDALE OF BORROUGHDALE. his own critic and displays his appreciation of his own wares in the advertising
“For every man hath a talent if he do but find it.”
John Locke. columns of the penny press; calls them "lovely,".
," "soul-entrancing," " awfully at. tractive,”
," immensely successful,” “pa. A few days later, sitting again in the thetic and most perfect,”. “sentimental but same place, he suddenly looked up, after sensible," "always certain of an encore,' a prolonged interval of silence, and in“ most charming and descriptive,” “the quired whether Farquart had returned his greatest success of the season,” “always cousin's visit. uproariously encored.” Often, as if fear. Farquart, who was painting, turned ing that these encomia should fail of their round, laughed, stared a little, and said effect, these enterprising tradespeople no, he had not. All his friends knew, he publish in extenso, as advertisements, declared, that he hadn't time to run about what they call the “words ” (words and droppiog those ridiculous bits of oblong nothing else) of these effusions, at a cost paper, so didn't look for it. As for his per line which possibly the writers of such cousio Katherine, it was useless going to songs would be only too glad to have in see her, for there was only one sitting. their pockets, if the music publishers room in the house she lived in, and the would extend their liberality in that di. old woman, her aunt, was always sitting rection.
there too. Besides, poor Katherine was To judge by the ultra-popular songs of so immersed in her microscopic prepara. the present day, whether they be senti- tions and rubbish of various sorts that
one could only get a word in edgeways i had been to call upon him, also Mrs. Holwith her, and a visit reduced itself to dis. land and Miss Katherine Holland. cussing the Bayswater Chronicle with Did they ask if I was in ?” he inMrs. Holland, who, as Borroughdale must quired of the servant who opened the have observed, had hardly an idea in her door. head, and was the most tedious old woman The man thought not. A lady had in the universe into the bargain.
come alone in a four-wheel cab, and had To this explanation the latter responded handed in the cards, and had driven away with that large and massive silence of his again immediately. which filled up so many of the vacant Borroughdale had all the mind in the pauses of his life. Possibly there may world to ask what this lady was like, but have appeared to Farquart to be some refrained, long habits of taciturnity stepthing less absolutely admiring in it upon ping, in amongst other things to hinder this occasion than usual, for he presently his doing so. He let a week elapse, and added,
then, one afternoon about five o'clock, he “You're always roaming about the town called again at the house in Bayswater, though, Borroughdale. Why shouldn't and sent up his card. you call and leave my card and your own This time the parlor maid returned too at the same time? It would be im- smoothing down her spotless apron, and mensely charitable of you if you would, with a marked decrease of asperity anand would save me a world of bother. nounced that the ladies were at home, Mrs. Holland, too, would go simply out of and would his lordship kindly walk up her wits with delight, and would probably stairs. send off straight for a framer and glazier, Borroughdale obeyed, and was ushered in order that yours might be duly set out into a fairly large-sized drawing-room, over the mantelpiece!”
with the usual shining double doors and This suggestion Borroughdale at first profuse exhibition of antimacassars, the met also with absolute silence, and Far. only peculiarity in this case being an un. quart, who in fact had no idea of his usually large, square table, without cover agreeing to anything of the sort, and had of any sort, which was placed in one of rather thrown in the last suggestion by the windows; and on which stood a numway of deciding him against it, had gone ber of small brass instruments amongst back to his work when he suddenly which a microscope rose conspicuous. unsealed his lips to say,
Miss Holland, who was putting together “Wouldn't they think it cool ?” some pieces of drawing-paper at this ta.
“Cool! Who? The Hollands, do you ble, turned round as he entered, while her mean? No - at least of course not. aunt, whose cap he noticed had got slightly They'd be delighted,” Farquart replied, awry, advanced hurriedly from the firerather staggered however at finding his place to greet him. own suggestion so promptly and unex. Evidently the poor lady was suffering pectedly acted upon.
from an intense attack of nervous embar“All right; give us the card and the rassment, so alarmingly did she stumble address.”
and shuffle over her greeting. So partic“ You mean really to leave them?" ularly kind of him, she said; really quite
“Yes, of course. I shan't goin, though. remarkably so. He had met her niece Not unless No, in any case I shan't before, had he not? He must please pos.
itively allow her to call the professor, who A few days later, accordingly, the cards, would — what chair would he take? his own and Farquart's, were delivered Now oddly enough, Borroughdale, un. by the Marquis of Borroughdale in per- like most shy people, became more instead son, who escaped as soon as he had de. of less at his ease when he encountered posited them in the hands of a prim-faced others similarly affected. Whether it was parlor maid with black ribbons in her cap, that there was something consoling in the who gazed, first at them, and then at him, sight of another suffering from his own with an air of the severest and most un malady in an acute form, or whether the qualified scepticism. Apparently, how- latent instinct of a man boro to fill a great ever, her employers were less incredu. sphere came to his rescue, certain it is lous, for a few days later, on returning that his usual asperities softened under from a solitary expedition down the river, these circumstances, and he became pohe found on bis table three pieces of card. lite, and even, comparatively, what is board announcing that Professor Holland, called affable. He now responded to F.L.S., F.R.S., F.G.S., and other initials, Mrs. Holland's agitated greetings with
good-natured civility, sitting down in the small cell upon the stage of the microchair she tremblingly indicated to him, scope before her. and plunging into a dissertation upon the “Now look,” she said to Borroughdale. weather, and the receot political events “ Not there,” she added, as that worthy with an amount of Auency which would youth began plunging his head energeti. not a little have astonished some of his cally towards the base of the instrument. own intimates.
“And don't put your hands there either, Apparently the poor lady's embarrass- or you will interfere with the focus. See, ment was too profound, however, to be so hold this little knob, and move it up and easily dispersed, and, after a few abortive down till you get it arranged to your and disjointed atteinpts at conversation, sight." she suddenly got up, saying that she really Under these instructions Lord Bor. must inform the professor, who would roughdale at last got his eyes and his finnever forgive her were she to allow Lord gers into the right places; having done Borroughdale to go away without his see- which he remained gazing for some mining him, and so saying left the room. utes down the instrument. Suddenly he
Miss Holland, who up to this had re. gave a tremendous jump. mained somewhat aloof from the conver. “ Hullo! it's alive!” he exclaimed. sation, now necessarily took up the thread 6 Alive! Oh yes, quite alive,” she anof it, continuing to speak upon the same vered, laughing. “You couldn't draw topics which the guest himself had al- them, in fact, at all, if they weren't, as ready started. Unfortunately the latter's they go back then into their tubes." own chronic complaint showed an imme. Borroughdale said no more, but con. diate disposition to revive, and it was with tinued to gaze down the instrument, with a sort of despairiog resolution to put an his head tightly glued to the top of it. At eod to it at once or to perish in the at- last, however, he lifted the latter, and, tempt, that he suddenly leaped from his turning round, stared hard instead at his chair, and crossing over to the large table companion, as though he thought she had near which she was still sitting, begged to been performing some act of legerdemain know what was the use of those little for his benefit. brass boxes, several of which he saw upon “Well, what did you see?” she said, it.
smiling • They are parts of a camera lucida," “ The most extraordinary thing hapshe answered, “ for drawing microscopic pened. I've looked through microscopes objects, you know. I am helping my un- often before, but never seen anything the cle to prepare some drawings for a mono- least bit like this. There was a little graph be is bringing out,” she weot on. lump of jelly fastened to a bit of stick, and “ His eyes unfortunately are not at all I was wondering why you should have strong, and he is ordered to take as much told me to look at it, when all at once it care of them as possible.
stretched until it became as big as a glass “What sort of things do you draw?" chandelier, all covered over with little
“These sort of things,” she answered, bobbing bells, and all the bells began nod. placing before him some pieces of white ding, and curtseying, and dancing, and paper, upon each of which was outlined in jumping about together, as if they'd sud. jok an eccentrically shaped object which denly gone mad, and then all at once, appeared to Borroughdale's eyes to re- crack! the whole thing rolled up into a semble some sort of jointed drainpipe, lump of jelly again.” with a small flower or a flower-bud pro. Oh, yes, I know what that was,” Miss truding erratically out of every joint. Holland said. " These were
not the “Why, what upon earth are they?” he polyzoa, though; the glass must have got inquired.
moved. I forget their names, but they “ They are called polyzoa, I believe. are very common things, though very Should you like to see some? I have sev. curious. I have often been amused by eral here in this little glass; I was draw them myself.” ing them when you came in. My uncle's “Curious ? they're the most extraordimonograph has to be ready by the end of nary things I ever saw in the whole this month, so I do as many of them now course of my life! And you say they are in the day as I can.”
common. Could one get them for one. While speaking, Miss Holland had been self ? " carefully extracting some nearly invisible
I should think so. There are object out of a glass at her elbow by means almost always some amongst the seaweed of a tube, and was now placing them in a and other things that are sent to my uncle.”
6 Oh yes,