Fames from twilight unto twilight; And the classics are the voices Yes, the mountains are a classic, With the ear behind the ear; And their words are high and mystic, But the chosen one can hear. And the ocean is a classic. Where's the scribe shall read its word, Listen, thou; forget the babblings And the city is a classic, Aye, the city filled with men; Give to me to read these classics: If I master but a page. STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER. STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER, American composer and song-writer, born at Allegheny, Penn., July 4, 1826; died in New York, Jan. 13, 1864. The boy was of a quiet and studious disposition, and early displayed a fondness for music, and played upon several instruments. He received a fair education and at thirteen he wrote "Sadly to My Heart Appealing," and three years later, "Open Thy Lattice, Love." His next songs were "Old Uncle Ned" and "O Susannah," for the latter of which he received $100. He then decided to adopt song-writing as a vocation, and produced a large number of simple melodies, the original words and harmonious music of which form a distinct type of ballad. About one-third of his one hundred and twenty-five songs are written in negro dialect, and his chief successes were songs written for negro minstrel shows. Foster's songs had a wide sale, "Old Folks at Home" alone bringing its author some $15,000. His later songs were characterized by a higher order of musical composition, and after his mother's death were tinged with melancholy. His most popular pieces were entitled: "My Old Kentucky Home," "Nellie Was a Lady," "Old Folks at Home," "Massa's in the Cold, Cold Ground," "Willie, We Have Missed You," "Jennie With the Light Brown Hair," "Gentle Annie," "Old Dog Tray," "Come Where My Love Lies Dreaming." Den many happy days I squandered, Many de songs I sung. When I was playing wid my brother, Happy was I; Oh, take me to my kind old mudder! One little hut among de bushes Still sadly to my memory rushes, When will I see de bees a-humming, When will I hear de banjo tumming Down in my good old home? |