k uc^/z./:- / Jbr»/|>» ICmi|«fcpr, ■/" K^^^^^^^^^c-tf^-^ «_ye. PZnd''. b\'G.F;.Hall iroui a Dnc3i-ien-'^ot\'i>e b\- Bradv ^:lyy^7^yc^^yil/?yy//Mryy - yZ7x//i^/'^. THE LIFE AND WRITINGS JOHN HOWARD PAYNE, IK AC'l'noK OF HOME, SWEET HOME; THE TRAGEDY OF BRUTUS; AND OTHER DRAMATIC WORKS, GABRIEL HARRISON ALBAI^Y, N. V. JOEL M n N S E L L . ♦ 1875. ^.t*^ ^e.1 PUBLISHED BY SUBSCRIPTION, LIMITED EDITION OP TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY OCTAVOS, AND FIFTEEN QUARTOS. MY BROTHER MEMBERS THE FAUST CLUB BROOKLYN, THIS BOOK IS RESPECTFULLY etricateU AUTHOR PREFACE vJNLY one or two short sketches of Mr. Payne's life have hitherto been printed. The preferable one was written by Mr. Fay, and published in the New York Mirror, immediately after Mr. Payne's return from Europe, which was over twenty years prior to Mr. Payne's death. The whole amount of matter therein, contained less than thirty octavo pages, but was perfectly accurate, as the material for the sketch was furnished by Mr. Payne himself. Of this matter the writer has made the most ample use, and has so indicated the fact by quotation-marks. The rest of the material used has been found in journals and letters of Mr. Payne's, kindly furnished by a relative of his, and is here offered as a simple statement of facts without any attempt to place Mr. Payne any where else than where he belongs. His gifts were so versatile that it is a matter of some astonishment that he attained a prominence in any one of the many things he attempted. The great success of many of his plays at the time he wrote them, and the fact of his tragedy of Brutus and several other dramas holding possession of the English stage for over a half a century, place him at the head of American dramatists — many of the greatest actors from the days of Edmund Kean to the days of Edwin Forrest, gaining distinction by perform- ing Mr. Payne's leading dramatic creations. The collection of juvenile poems, under the title of The Livings of the Muse, is a reprint of a pamphlet VI PEEFACE. which Mr. Payne put together, while in London, 1815, for the sole purpose of presenting to his friends, when asked for a copy of some one of his early poetic efforts. There were but a few copies of this pamphlet printed, and to possess a copy is more a matter of good fortune than of endeavor. To the collection, however, the compiler has added several which are from Mr. Payne's manuscripts, and which have never before been published. The collec- tion of poems of his latter days are all from the last named source. The whole collection, together with the three different arrangements of the song of Home, Sweet Home ! also the passage from Mr. Payne's manu- script journal, is presented to the reader more as a cluster of sweet thoughts, happily expressed, than with any purpose of placing the author before the public as a great poet. The tragedy of Brutus, is carefully printed from the first London edition, which had Mr. Payne's own supervision, and to which is annexed the scene that was omitted after its first night's performance at Drury Lane Theatre. To leave out of this work the tragedy of Brutus, while presenting other specimens of his writing, would be like giving the play of Hamlet, with the part of Hamlet omitted. The poems in the appendix, with one or two ex- ceptions, have never before been put in type, and are extracted from Mr. Payne's^journal, where he had transcribed them from the original manuscripts, copies for safe keeping. Several of them are so very fine, that not to have included them in the book would have been a culpable omission. PROLOGUE. If the Pilgrim Fathers who founded a new colony through the adventurous spirit of civil and religious liberty, that bore them in frail barks over the then pathless Atlantic, to the snow-covered and rock-ribbed coast of a newly discovered land, are sung in the inspired measures of poetry, and have their names and features made imperishable in bronze and marble, then, so should the men in the new land, who first strove, against every disadvantage, to form a national literature, be also entitled to an equally warm regard. What newly discovered country, what wilderness of land newly formed into a nation, ever grew so quickly into a literature of its own, suited to the new republic of states. The suns of centuries lighted and warmed the growth of foreign nations before they had a literature equal to ours. If the citizens of the United States have any one thing more than another of which to be justly proud, it is of her native writers, her historians, her poets and her novelists, and especially those who were the pioneers of American literature ; men who struggled against discouragements and obstacles, cold neglect and contempt; for, at the time when the early writers of this country began individually the work, that was the foundation of our national literature ; it was the prevalent belief of Americans them- selves, that nothing of literary power could emanate from this side of the Atlantic. All such matter was sought abroad, as much as were many of the necessaries of life. When a paper or a poem emanated from an American mind, it was not valued according to its real merits, because its origin was in this country. The press was feeble ; there were, of course, no large book-publishing establishments to send the works of the author broadcast to the public of a large city; no widely circulated newspapers or magazines, with scholarly critiques, to guide the public mind, pointing out the true value of the work. Yet, in the face of all such difficulties, there were men found brave enough to write, edit and publish their works, who had scarcely the hope of emolument. The names and works of these men should be cherished, and their features kept fresh by the painter and sculptor. They arc the lawful heirs of perennial fame. Vlll PROLOGUE. " The character of the poetry of a country has always been justly regarded as indicative of its general moral and intellectual progress. We know of no early poets of a nation, whose writings were of a character to promise so much in this regard as those of America, nor do we know of a country more rich in materials for originality of poetic and artistic works. This fact can readily be derived from the vastness of the country, with all its broad and boundless mid- lands, and variety of climate, by its varied scenery, its great valleys, and its innumerable rivers where " The savage has winged his skiflF Like the wild bird on the wing ; and where now " Lifts the white throng of sails, that bear And bring the commerce of the world." Its sky-piercing mountains that overlook the clouds, with their summits bathed in the amber lights of the summer sunset, and their peaks sparkling again like caps studded with diamonds, formed from the crystal snows. Its many cascades, its thundering cata- racts that leap down into fathomless chasms, its rocky coasts, its long, sweeping curves of glistening, sea-shore sands, its interminable woods, that frown " O'er mound and vale, where never summer's ray Glance, 'till the strong tornado breaks his way and illuminates Its many sheltered glades, with blossoms gay Beneath showery skies and sunshine mild," to which add the various peculiarities of its people and of its govern- ment — in these things, so abundant and characteristic, the poet and the artist have an inexhaustible world from which to select any sub- ject, whether of calmness or of passion, for ballad, epic, or historical, for landscape or sea-view. The early American poets were frequently prompted to verse by these great gifts of their country; many of them whose names and works are almost utterly neglected and forgotten by the general reader, have left specimens of poetry that compare with the best efforts of the English poets. Among the early poets of this country who did good work for the commencement of our national literature, may be mentioned Joel Barlow, Koyal Tyler, Eichard Alsop, Theodore Dwight, William PROLOGUE, IX Clifton, Robert Treat Paine, jr., Enoch Lincoln, Paul Allen, Henry Pickering, James A. Hillhouse, John G. C. Brainard, Katharine A. Ware, and others. These were the men who, as pioneers by their works, laid the difficult foundation of their national poetry, upon which have since been reared, as the massive and shapely columns, the works of Bryant, Emerson, Poe, Whittier, Longfellow, Willis, Dana, Halleck, Cooper, Sigourney, Osgood, Alger, and Lowell. Duulap remarks in his memoir of Charles Brockden Brown, one of our earliest and best novelists, that it is generally expected that the subjects of biography should be the men who have attracted the world's gaze by their deeds, their inventions, or their writings, and in regard to whom the public show a strong curiosity to be satisfied by a detailed account of their public and private lives. However this may be with men of great public prominence, we are of those who believe that merit of humbler proportions is worthy of notice and approbation. The subject of our sketch, although he does not fill the largest niche in the temple of American literature, yet occupies so large a place in one branch of our literature (dramatic), that it fully en- titles him, not only to a more extended biography than this work contains, but to the monument that has recently been erected to him in one of our grandest public parks. LIFE AND WRITINGS JOHN HOWARD PAYI^E CHAPTER I. " An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told." John Howard PAYNE comes of good family. His father was of English descent, whose parents came from Portsmouth, England, in the early settlement of Massachusetts. His grandfather on his father's side was a man of fine abilities, who, prior to the revolution, was a provincial officer of high rank, and at one time a leading member of the legislature. Robert Treat Paine of Bos- ton, a judge, and a signer of the Declaration of Independ- ence, and Robert Treat Paine, Jr., a graduate of Harvard University, a poet of marked ability, were of the same family. About forty years after the arrival of the May-flower at Plymouth, there came from Portsmouth, in the south of England and landed at East Hampton, in Massachusetts Bay, three brothers named Paine. One of these brothers went to Virginia, and from him descended Miss Dolly Payne, who married President Madison. Another one settled in the Middle States. The third remained at East Hampton. He there married for his second wife a Miss Osborn, and there, three months after his father's death, his son William was born. 2 Life and Writings of While William was quite young, Mrs. Paine married her second husband, a Mr. Doane, of Connecticut, and moved away with him, leaving little William in charge of the Eev. Mr. Crocker, a Presbyterian clergyman. When a youth, William lived as tutor in one of the wealthy old Boston families. In this position he found time to study for the profession of physician, under the famous General Warren, who perished at the battle of Bunker's Hill. He soon, however, gave up his first choice of profession, and selected that of school-teacher. While on a visit at Barnstable, he met a Miss Lucy Taylor, who became his first wife, but died a short time after marriage. He then went to the West Indies, on commercial business which took him, on his return, to 'New London, Conn. Here he met with a Miss Sarah Isaacs, of East Hampton, Long Island ; who was on a visit ; they became attached to each other and were married. The father of Miss Isaacs, a convert from the Jewish faith, came from Hamburg, Germany, many years before the revolution, and settled at East Hampton. He was a man of education and wealth, but difficulties in his own country, and the revolution in his adopted country reduced his wealth to a mere compe- tence. His wife was a Miss Hedges, a daughter of a lady, whose maiden name was Talmage. Her uncle Talmage was the Earl of Dysart, (Scottish) English nobleman of wealth. The earl died unmarried. Upon his death, an agent was sent to this country to notify the brother, but, after a long voyage, it was found that the brother had died but a few weeks after the earl. The brother having left a family of daughters only, the estate reverted to the crown. Immediately after the marriage of William Payne to Sarah Isaacs, which was about 1780, they removed to East Hampton, Long Island, where Gov. De Witt Clinton caused to be erected an academy, and placed Mr. Payne at the head of it. The Ilev. Dr. Buel was also concerned in the management of this Institution. Mr. William Payne re- John Howard Payne. 3 mained the principal of Clinton Academy for many years. He then moved to l^ew York, and in 1796, he moved to Boston to hold the position of master in the Berry Street Academy. His wife, Sarah Isaacs, died in Boston, June 18th, 1807. After her death, the family once more returned to 'New York, where Mr. William Payne died on the 7th of March, 1812. Mr. Isaacs, the father of Mr. William Payne's wife, died and was buried at East Hampton, where his tombstone may now be seen, bearing the simple and truthful eulogy of " An Israelite indeed in whom there was no guile." Mr. William Payne had nine children, the dates of whose births and deaths have been taken from the family record. Lucy Taylor, b. 1781, m. in 1816, Dr. John Cheever Osborn, of IS". Y. She was the mother of two boys who died in infancy ; d. in Brooklyn, IST. Y., 1865. William Osborn, b. at East Hampton, Aug. 4, 1783 ; d. March 24, 1804. Sarah Isaacs, b. East Hampton, July 11, 1785 ; d. New- burg, on the Hudson, Oct. 14, 1808. Eloisa Richards, b. East Hampton, March 12, 1787 ; d. Leicester, Mass., July 1819. Anna Beven Leagers, b. East Hampton, April 9, 1789 ; d. Newport, R. L, Oct. 11, 1849. JOHN HOWARD, b. New York, June 9, 1791; d. Tunis, Africa, April 9, 1852. Eliza Maria, b. in New York, Sept. 19, 1795 ; d. New York, May 25th, 1797. Thatcher Taylor, b. New York, Aug. 14, 1796; m. in New York, in 1833, to Mrs. Anna Elizabeth Bailey ; d. in Brooklyn, Dec. 27, 1863. Elizabeth Mary, b. in Boston, Mass., ; died there, aged about 2 years. # We have thus been particular for the sake of historical accuracy, as well as to speak of one or two other members 4 Life and Writings of of the family, who were remarkable for talents, and cannot here refrain from speaking particularly of Eloise Richards Payne, a lady of extraordinary genius and accomplish- ments. At the early age of fourteen, she underwent the questioning, after eight days' study in the Latin language, of the first professor at the Harvard University, and is said to have displayed an almost incredible proficiency in con- struing and parsing. To more solid attainments, she added so remarkable a skill in penmanship, that some of her productions have been preserved in the library of Harvard University. In the latter part of her life, she became highly distinguished as an amateur artist. ISlone of her literary compositions have yet been published, but her various writings, especially her letters, are spoken of by some of the first belles lettres scholars in this state, as well as in Massachusetts and Rhode Island, as among the most favorable specimens extant of female genius, in America. The two last years of her life, during which she was often contemplating the probability of an early ter- mination of her broken health by the grave, were distin- guished by a peculiarly religious cast of thought, of which she is said to have left some invaluable memorials in her manuscripts. While looking over our large number of manuscripts, let- ters and poems of John Howard Payne, for the purpose of preparing this book, we came across a dramatic criticism evidently written in a part of an old journal kept by Eloise Payne, and dated 1802, when she was only fifteen years of age. The criticism shows so much good judgment and presents to us so strong a picture of Mr. Cooper's fine acting, that, if for no other reason than the latter, it is worthy of being presented to the reader. She says ****"! first saw Cooper in Hamlet. My highly wrought expectations were infinitely exceeded. He was received with the most rapturous demonstrations of delight. For a moment he was Cooper — bowed with JouN Howard Payne. 5 the utmost grace, but soon resumed the downcast grief of the Prince of Denmark. The first mad scene with Ophelia was inimitable. The closet-scene with his mother, and the scene of the play were equally fine. The anxiety with which he watched his uncle's countenance, — his trans- port, his start of extasy when his suspicions were con- firmed — beggar description. His exclamation to Laertes, ' / loved Ophelia ' was fervent and delicate. " In Penruddock, the same great talents were displayed, but not with equal eiFect. His Youny Norval was fine : His modest account of himself to Lord Randolph, and the wild joy on discovering his mother — particularly his reply to Glenalvon's insulting taunt of ^ Ha! dost thou threaten — Dost thou not hear f ' evinced the spirit of Douglas, indignant at injury. " His Hichardwaa incredibly fine. The scene with Lady Ann — his elegant discrimination between i^/cAar^Z humbly imploring (xood cousin of Buckingham to aid his designs on the crown, and the haughty tyrant, seated on the throne ; and the infernal rapture with which he throws down the Prayer Book, were delineated with wonderful propriety. The tent-scene — his start from the couch — his exclama- tion, ^ I freeze with horror' seemed to congeal the very principle of life. After the exclamation, 'a horse I a horse ! ' a break in the line gave great force and energy to the succeeding part. " In Leon, he was to me still more wonderful. In the counterfeit scenes, no bufibonery, no tricks to gain ap- plause, even when vacancy was seated on his countenance, he preserved his dignity. His voice was softened to childish imbecility in which his eyes exhibited the most idiotic stare, there might be seen in it a latent meaning and ex- pression that chastised the folly of his lips. His reply to Mafguerite 'lam bashful' was exceedingly fine and in perfect character, but, when he appeared as the officer. Cooper's triumph was complete. His step was regal; 6 Life and Writings of dignity was seated on his open brow ; and I' thought I beheld the perfection of acting. " His Romeo, was all that the delicate lover could be or do, in gaining the heart of a Juliet. He excited sympathetic emotions in every bosom. "In jShylock, the transitions of character were seized and delineated with effect — with astonishing effect. The trial- scene, where, while whetting the instrument of death, and viewing Antonio askance with such malignity, and the very thing painted on his countenance, when, on Portia's pronouncing, ' Shed not a jot of blood,' he let fall the ponder- ous scales, would alone have gained him immortal fame. "In Holla, in his last scene, when he restores the child, his exclamation, ' ' Tis my blood, Cora /' I shall never think of it without horror. "But his Othello was reserved to crown the whole. His first scene with lago, who first infuses suspicion into his mind was fine ; but the second scene, his passionate excla- mation on seizing the deep, designing villain : ' If thou dost slander her and torture me, Never pray rnore — Abandon all remorse — On horrors' head, horrors accumulate. Do deeds to make Heav'n weep, all earth amaz'd, For nothing can'st thou to damnation add Greater than that ! — ' " The handkerchief! in the scene where Desdemona inno- cently agravates his feelings by pleading for Cassio — but the last scene where, after he has killed his wife, he says — ' My wife — What wife ! I have no wife' — there was a depth of regret, sorrow and remorse, that never failed to draw tears from his audience, and then the contrariety of pas- sion in his last address to Cassio. The first part of the sentence was delivered in a firm tone, but where he refers to the base Indian, and spoke of his own feelings, his voice faltered; but, suddenly recovering himself with astonish- ing dignity and wonderful energy — JouN Howard Payne. 7 'In Aleppo once When a malignant and a turban'd Turk Slew a Venetian and traduced the state, I took by the throat the circumcised dog And smote him thus, and thus, and thus ! ' " As it has left an everlasting impression, this ought to crown the brow of Cooper, not with a deciduous laurel, but with the evergreen bays reserved for transcendent merit." There were among the manuscript letters other criti- cisims showing equal amount of careful appreciation of good acting as well as showing for one so young an aston- ishing knowledge of the author's meaning. Thatcher Taylor Payne, who died in Brooklyn in 1863, was for many years a prominent member of the IS'ew York and Brooklyn bar. Those who still live and knew him, as a practitioner of the law, speak of him as a man of deep research in his profession, eloquent in his pleadings, and a gentleman of perfect integrity, but, to come to our immediate subject. John Howard Payne, the sixth child of William Payne, was born in the city of New York, (old number) 33 Broad street, near to the corner of Pearl street, on the 9th of June, 1791. It is a singular fact that the date and place of his birth have, on every occasion of a notice of him in the encyclopaedias, and even on his tombstone at Tunis, hitherto been wrongly stated. Although he was born in the city of New York, yet the larger part of his early child- hood was spent at the old homestead. East Hampton, Long Island. It was there his 3 oung heart drank its first inspi- rations from the beautiful nature that surrounded him, and where the lowly coticuje^ and the birds singing goyhj^ that came at his call, made the lasting impression which recurred in after years when. An exile from Home, he wrote the song that will live forever. It was in Boston, however, that Howard Payne received the early part of his education. 8 Life and Writings of It was at this time also, 1804, only twelve years of age, that the precocious boy organized the little military asso- ciation which attracted so much atttention that it made his name in the city a household word. On one occasion while parading on the Boston common, Master Payne's company, of which he was captain, was presented with a standard by a young and beautiful girl, who afterwards became the wife of one of our foreign ambassadors. Major General Elliott, who was also at the time on parade with the military of the city, heard of the presentation, and im- mediately thereon extended to the young volunteers an invitation to join them in the line of march. For their discipline, they received the congratulations of the gene- ral, and the huzzas of the crowd. Among the branches of education for which young Payne's father obtained the greatest renown, was that of elocution. His mode of teaching it was peculiar, and succeeded far better with a larger number of his pupils than any who at the time professed the same branch of education. Young Howard benefited by it very rapidly ; and, hav- ing suifered severely from a nervous complaint which incapacitated him two or three years from applying to deeper studies, his attention was principally confined to this. This exercise of declamation was supposed to do his health good service ; and from an earnest scholar in his class, he soon became assistant instructor. In the school exhibitions, where scenes of plays were acted, he always took the lead from the superior merit he showed both in acting and in elocution. Just as Master Payne began to be noticed for these evidences of dramatic talent, the fame of Master Betty, the Youthful Eoscius of England, had reached this country, the press everywhere resounded with his praises. This had a powerful influence over young Payne's mind, it wholly absorbed his attention, and his great ambition was, to be the Betty of America. He John Howard Payne. 9 thought of nothing else, he talked of nothing else, he devoted all his leisure moments to the reading of plays and the study of characters, he already felt himself bedecked with the sword and shield of Young Norval, and heard the thunders of applause that greet Ociarian, when in rags, and staff in hand, he rushes from the dark cave to seek the first rays of the morning's sun. He sought every oppor- tunity to assist and perform in private theatricals. On one occasion a member of the Boston Theatre, who held quite a high position as an actor, happened to be present at a performance in which Master Payne took a prominent part, and was so much struck with the young man's per- sonal beauty and remarkable dramatic talents, that he con- ceived that Payne might be made the young Roscius of America. He at once called on young Howard's father and offered to take charge of the son, and give him all the instructions in his power for one-half of the emolument, that might be derived from a two years' engagement. The offer was at once refused by the affrighted parent, who was a strict church member, and who had never for one moment thought that his son desired to dedicate his talent to the theatre. The friends of the father and of the youth became alarmed. Every method was immediately employed to discourage Master Payne's wish to be an actor. The guards were doubled, as they say in the play ; every entrance and exit of the boy was watched. They would listen at his door to discover whether he was reading the dramatic poets aloud, as hitherto he frequently had done ; his play books were secreted from him. Shakespeare was tucked away from his sight, Beaumont and Fletcher were hidden among the cobwebs on the rafters of the garret, Congreve was lost, and the engraving of Betterton as Hamlet, which had ad^ned the side wall of his room and created new eager- ness for dramatic fame every time the youth's eyes beheld 2 10 Life and Writings of it, suddenly fell upon the floor and was destroyed by the merest accident in the world. But all this availed no- thing. It was in his blood to be an actor ; it was his nature, and no power could change his love and desire for the pro- fession. His dramatic Etna was smothered but for the time, and was destined to break forth with irresistible flame, and to illuminate his name. Thus, as he was not permitted to act at the time, young Payne became a critic upon actors, and by some adroitness he found his way into the Theatre to see the principal per- formers of the day. The papers always indulged him with the use of their columns, his essays on the drama attracted so much attention that he was encouraged to become a contributor, upon general subjects, in the local periodicals. Mr. Fay, who at one time was the editor of the New York Mirror, in a short biography of Mr. Payne, published in that paper in 1832, immediately after Payne's return from Europe, says that, at the time young Payne was with his father in Boston, 1804, he became acquainted with Samuel Woodworth, the poet, then himself a boy in a printing ofiice, where he published a child's paper of his own called The Fly. The assistance of young Payne was encouraged by Woodworth, whose afiection for the friend of his youth strengthend with the lapse of years. It so happened about this time that his elder brother William Osborn Payne suddenly died. He was a mer- chant in the city of New York, the favorite and the pride of the firm of which he was a member. The shock of his death was terrible to his mother, whose health was then declining, and from this she never recovered. With this loss, the spirit of his father also seemed to bow, and his life became ever after a gloom and a fatigue. William Osborn Payne left his partner in possession of the business. It was thought desirable to remove young Howard from the associates and pursuits which had ri- veted his attention to the stage; and equally important John Howard Payne. 11 to place him in the way of being qualified, ultimately, to take the place and the business of his deceased brother. He was accordingly sent to New York, to assume the posi- tion of a clerk in the counting-house of which his brother had been a member, and with a strict understanding that his propensity for theatricals was to be watched and crushed. This was perhaps attempted by modes unsuited to his tem- per, and which, by making him uncomfortable, threw upon him the very attachment, whence it was meant he should be weaned. As we may conjecture, such errors are some- times committed from the best and the kindest of motives. We have it in our power to say, only, that the next we know of him is, his being engaged, soon after he entered the counting house, in the clandestine editorship of a little paper in the city of New York entitled The Thespian Mirror. Boy-like, he undertook this work without the remotest view to any consequences, the only object the little editor proposed was to indulge his favorite pursuits as a relief from those to which he went with a heavy heart. His solicitude was not for notoriety, but concealment. With much alarm, therefore, he read in the New York Even- ing Post, a notice from the editor, Mr. Coleman, promising the communication of Oriticus, from the Thespian Mirror in his next paper. A boy's terror at being detected in forbid- den sports haunted his imagination with visions of his mas- ter's frowns, and short words, for this was the tender point; in this he had sinned. He felt as if he had unintentionally pulled upon his head a ruin under which he and his little world must all at once be crushed. In his horror, he wrote to the editor of the Post, for the purpose of depre- cating any remarks which might involve an exposure; and the singularity of the note, " written," observes Mr. Coleman, " in a beautiful hand, though evidently in haste," anil the mention in it of the writer's age, strongly excited the curiosity of that gentlemen to whom it was addressed. 12 Life and Writings of Upon this subject, however, we let Mr. Coleman speak for himself. " I perused the note," says he in the Evening Post of January 24th, 1806," a second time, and it will not, I think, be considered strange or harsh that I was incredu- lous as to the story of the writer's youth. I turned to the paper, and my credulity was by no means lessened. " It was difficult to believe that a boy of thirteen years of age could possibly possess such strength and maturity of mind, but, to take up the story again, I wrote him a note, inviting him to call in the evening. He did so, but his occupation in the counting house had detained him till so late an hour that I had gone out. In the morning he re- turned, and I saw him. I conversed with him for an hour ; inquired into his history, the time since he came to re- side in this city. He told me that he was a native of New York city, but had resided in Boston, and a portion of his earliest life at East Hampton, and his object in the publica- tion in question. His answers were such as to dispel all doubts as to any imposition, and I found that it required an eflbrt on my part to keep up the conversation in as choice a style as his own. I saw him repeatedly after- wards and had not only the circumstances of his ex- treme youth confirmed, but, what was more astonishing, that three years of his little life had been, as it were, blotted out of his existence by illness, so that he really could be considered scarcely more than ten years of age. He was introduced to some of the first circles in the city of New York, and there he was looked upon as a prodigy." Mr. T. McKee, of New York, possessing a large collec- tion of valuable material relating to the stage, and among which he had a perfect copy of the Thespian Mirror, has kindly furnished the following interesting history of this miniature periodical, and a copy of young Payne's farewell address on leaving the editorial chair of the boy-journal. "The Thespian Mirror Rrat appeared December 28th, 1805, and was issued weekly on every Saturday evening. John Howard Payne. 13 It was of octavo size, well printed and on good paper. It appeared anonymously, and was printed for the editor by South wick and Hardcastle, N'o. 2 Wall street. The paper contained well written memoirs of Cooper, Hodgkinson, and other contemporaneous actors, with criticisms of their performances and the plays they performed in, besides various items of interesting dramatic and literary news from the London, Boston and Philadelphia periodicals, showing considerable research, extensive reading and good discrimination. Each number also contained a portion of a story which ran through several numbers to its comple- tion, together with poems, which, though generally attri- buted to correspondents, were no doubtwrittenby the editor himself He seems to have been on the best of terms with his contemporary editors, for there are frequent acknow- ledgments of the receipt of exchanges, and thanks for courtesies extended. " There were rumors at the time that the editor of the Mirror was about to appear in character upon the Park stage, and there was a general curiosity and desire to see him, the theatre was filled upon the occasion of his ru- mored appearance. And there is no doubt that Payne then intended a series of performances after the manner of Master Betty, but was prevented from so doing by his friends. " Payne learns of the rumors, and seems to have rather enjoyed the publicity thus given his journal and in number VI of his Mirror he says : ' The editor of the Mirror was not a little amused on hearing it whispered throughout the boxes on this occasion that he was to personate Don Carlos in the Duenna, and his amusement was somewhat heightened upon the entrance of the expected novice, ' a pretty strapping boy,' exclaimed one; 'pretty tall for his age* said another. The editor begs leave to inform those who still labor under this unfortunate mistake, that he really was not the Don Carlos of Monday evening.' " 14 Life and Writings of The Mirror ran through thirteen numbers, the last ap- pearing March 22, 1806. In his farewell address in this number his name appears for the first time as editor. This address is so neatly expressed that I give it entire, and from it you can form an idea of the style of his articles generally, and understand how it was that there was a general doubt of the editor's being but thirteen years of age. " To the Public : The editor of the Thespian Mirror re- spectfully acquaints his friends and subscribers that, in consequence of circumstances that have transpired since the publication of the fourth number of this miscel- lany, he has resolved to relinquish the editorial duties of that work, in order more particularly to devote himself to studies which may promote his future usefulness in life, and mature, strengthen and extend a disposition for litera- ture which has grown with his earliest years. When the Mirror was commenced in this city, it was under circum- stances which have since materially altered. From the interest which some warm-hearted friends (perhaps inju- diciously) took in the editor, the work was brought for- ward, and enthusiastically ushered into public notice. Va- rious were the sentiments of the community respecting it, and as various was popular conjecture on the efi'ects of the misdirected exertions of its juvenile editor. From a wish to render himself useful rather than ornamental in society, plans were agitated for placing him in the full possession of advantages with which he might cultivate a literary taste and direct his views to objects which promises benefit to his country ; satisfaction to his friends, and utility and honor to himself. The work which he had heedlessly commenced, was con- sidered by the judicious as the fruit of an itch for scribbling, the materials for which, without a more extensive stock of ideas drawn from the pure fountains of classical learn- ing, would be soon exhausted. The patronage of one to whom he feels obligation which he cannot express, has John Howard Payne. 15 placed within his reach advantages, the rejection of which would be the height of folly and ingratitude. A collegiate education will, therefore, be the object of his present pur- suits, and the study of the law, the goal of his future exer- tions. And, determined exclusively to devote himself to these important objects, he now declares his design of dis- continuing the Mirror after the publication of this number (which completes the original term of engagement), and of waiting patiently the laurels of fame until science shall ex- pand his mind, and crown his labor with lasting and deserved celebrity. He begs leave to express his warmest acknowledgments to those friends who have encouraged him by their assistance in the advancement of the Mirror ; he is convinced that, feeling for his real welfare, they will approve the step which he has taken, and he assures them that, cherishing the most grateful sentiments, he will never feel himself more happy than in the opportunity of ex- pressing the esteem with which he is Their much obliged And very humble servant, John H. Payne." Mr. Coleman thought it advisable to make the adven- ture public, and through the nobility of his heart, and an active interest in the boy's behalf, formed and carried out a plan to have the youth sent to college. Mr. Seaman was thereupon introduced to young Payne, and was at once captivated with the boy's beauty, smartness and manliness. This gentleman was always busied in doing kindness to others, and he at once looked into young Payne's situation, and here he found room for his philanthropy. He consulted Payne's friends and his father by letter, who was at the time in Boston. He proposed to pay the expenses of his educa- tioi»at Union College, Schenectady; the offer was accepted. Young Payne left the counting-house forever. It was at this time that Joseph D. Fay, the father of one of the edi- 16 Life and Writings of tors of the New York Mirror, became the intimate friend of John Howard Payne, and so remained through his life. Charles Brockden Brown, the celebrated American novel- ist, also became deeply interested in Payne, and was very active in his behalf Payne had now become the charm in the learned circle of JSTew York ; every one seemed to feel that the boy's future was no longer in his own hands ; each and all strove to monopolize the youth and crowded upon him all sorts of advice ; he Was trotted from house to house, and completely covered with flattery. Brown seeing this over-officiousness, in its right light, more than once expressed his regret, and feared that the youth's re- gard for good advice would be endangered by its too fre- quent intrusion, when his mind was too young to admit of it, like a dose of physic thrust upon men when well, to prevent them from being sick. The hour, however, had now arrived for young Payne to take his departure for college. Mr. Seaman, Mr. Coleman, and Mr. Brown fre- quently talked the matter over. Brown was selected to conduct the youth to the seat of learning, at Schenectady, ]^. Y., of which the well known Dr. E'ott was the presi- dent. In those days we had not the iron horse to dash us with electric speed up along the banks of the Hudson, nor had we floating steam-palaces, that, like things of life, swiftly glide over the waters at the rate of twelve knots an hour. It was either by the dull rocking and plodding stage over the rough roads, or by the sloops that would at times only have speed enough to indicate a white foam along its bow, but which more frequently would lie at perfect rest for hours, awaiting the whims of the winds. However, they took passage upon the sloop Swan. Charles Brockden Brown was young Payne's companion. It was in the soft month of June, the weather was beauti- ful. Thus speaks a letter of young Payne's to his father, dated at Albany, " June 18th, 1806. " The passage through the " Highlands" is sublime. I John Howard Payne. 17 have never seen anything more striking, and I fail of the power to describe the effect its magnificence had upon my mind. The winds, however, are so very precarious, that no calculation can be made as to how long it will take to make a passage to Albany. We stopped on our course no less than four times; this gave us a fine opportunity to look around us, to walk along the shore, to view the mountains and country about us. Mr. Brown, the celebrated Ameri- can author, and myself had many delightful walks along the hill sides and over their tops. I found his conversa- tion excessively pleasing and instructive. I also found Col. Willet and his lady very agreeable company. There were two other female passengers equally pleasing." This extract from Master Payne's letter is a slight evi- dence of the boy's mind and style when he was less than fourteen years of age. As regards the remark of Mr. Coleman on the peculiar neatness of Payne's handwriting at those early years, they are fully confirmed by the several letters of Master Payne that now lie before us. Young Payne's mind was so fully imbued with the beautiful and picturesque effects of the Hudson river scenery, when under the mystical influences of moonlight, that, one night while on his trip to college, he wrote the following sweet poem in his journal, that he kept at the time. On the deck of the slow-sailing vessel, alone, As I silently sat, all was mute as the grave ; It was night — and the moon mildly beautiful shone, Lighting up with her soft smile the quivering wave. So bewitchingly gentle and pure was its beam, In tenderness watching o'er nature's repose, That I liken'd its ray to Christianity's gleam, When it mellows and soothes, without chasing, our woes. And I felt such an exquisite wildness of sorrow, * While entranced by the tremulous glow of the deep, That I long'd to prevent the intrusion of morrow, And stay there for ever to wonder and weep. 3 18 Life and Writings of This journal, containing several other poems and ac- counts of the scenery along the Hadson, was handed around when he arrived at Albany, and created quite a sensation among the literati. The following verses were afterwards published in a magazine, edited by Mr. Brown at the time in Philadelphia. " Sweet face ! where frolic fancies rove, Where all youth's glowing graces reign, What art thou ? Grenius ? Pleasure ? Love ? The smiling vision answer'd, Payne ! I thought Pain was a spectre dire, Was Genius', Love's or Pleasure's bane ; Thy cheek is health ; thy eye is fire ; No, beauteous youth ! thou are not Pain ! Ah, gentle maid! if e'er thy breast Knew transient Joy, Love's galling chain, One ray of Genius hadst possess'd, Thou wouldst have known they all were Pain. After a few days' rest at Albany, Master Payne was in- troduced to Dr. ITott, president of the college, by Robert M. Sedgwick of l!Tew York, and HermanusBleecker of Albany. The kindness of the president to Payne lasted through his collegiate career. But, after the two friends of the young student had left him at college, with everything looking bright and comfortable before him, young Payne soon began to feel that some influence was bearing too hard upon him. His patrons were advised to keep a strong hand over him, and not to let him have more money than was indispensable ; his instructors were admonished not to allow him too much latitude, lest he should con- tract an appetite for pleasure, and every word he uttered was watched, and every expression of impatience reported as a proof that he required still more restraint. The thing had gone so far as to create frequent uneasiness between Mr. Payne and his friends; letters were even sent to Master John Howard Payne. 19 Payne's father, which annoyed Master Payne so much that he sought other arrangements with the college, and started a little paper called the Pastime, the avails of which were to pay the three hundred dollars a year for his education. The college boys became great patrons of the paper. They also elected him an officer of one of their literary societies. Payne was also appointed master of ceremonies whenever they gave a dramatic performance in the college chapel, where he on several occasions distinguished himself, beyond all others, by his good acting; and especially so on one occasion, when he performed the part of the heroine in an original play called Pulaski. He for this occasion wrote the epi- logue and spoke it in the costume of the female cha- racter, Lodoiska. In this part his success was great, his beautiful face and sweet voice added much to the de- ception and the perfection of the character. After this performance of Lodoiska, he became the little god and the great every thing of the Institute. He made many strong friends and a few enemies — the latter always an accompaniment of success. !N^ot a great while after this, he was invited by his college mates to write a Fourth of July ode, of which the following anecdote is told. It was a somewhat crude, hasty, boyish cluster of rhymes, but it nevertheless got into the papers, and, as a matter of course, his enemies were ready to tell its faults to the author, " Only for his own good, nothing more." Perceiving too much of this spirit towards him, he determined to combat it, and, having gone for a few days to Albany, and fully aware of the faults of the ode, he wrote a critique upon it, which was published in the Albany papers, and which very pointedly enforced all the bitter warnings which had been pronounced against him, and very humorously laid open mor# faults than even the most voluble of his friends, for the professed purpose of correcting his vanity, had been in- dustrious enough to point out. On the appearance of this 20 Life and Writings of critique, a vast change took place suddenly in the deport- ment of many who had before done him honor. Even some who thought that he ought to be kept from listening to praise, were less forward to touch their hats to him since he had become the theme of censure. At a public table where he was a little shunned, a gentle- man proposed for a toast, pointedly addressing young Payne, "The critics of Albany;" a loud jeering laugh followed. The toast was drunk with acclamation, upon which Master Payne is said to have returned thanks very good humoredly, but in a way which at once left room for the truth to be decidedly inferred, and he turned the laugh upon those who meant to joke him down. In a letter now before the writer, dated Albany, Sep- tember 23d, 1806, addressed to his father, Barry street, Boston, young Payne thus alludes to the critique. " You will receive herewith a newspaper containing a critique on me and my productions written in the Mitch- illian style by myself I did it for amusement, and was well repaid. It was attributed to so many, and it gave rise to so much speculation, that I would not have lost the pleasure which it aftbrded for the injury a real attack could do me ; it was an excellent sham-fight. " The cat was so soon out of the bag, that embryo answers from Mr. J. V. E". Yates, H. Bleecker, Dr. Finn, Dr. Nott, and Robert Sedgwick lost their effect. It has discovered for me who are not my friends. In the same paper you have an original elegy of mine." By a letter dated February 26, 1807, we still find Payne at college and hard at work. He said in his letter to his father, that, at his own request, the president had placed him under the immediate instructions and care of Mr. Allen for private preparation for the next commencement, and that, as Mr. Allen was the most learned man in the college, he had attained more knowledge in the past few months than in the whole year before. John Howard Payne. 21 The young student certainly had many friends to urge him on through the labyrinthine paths of college study, and, as for good advice, there were none who gave it more judiciously than Charles Brockden Brown. In one of his letters dated from Philadelphia, shortly after Payne had entered college, and which we extract from Dunlap's Memoirs of Mr. Brown, page 238, he says : " Most sin- cerely do I rejoice that you find Schenectady so agreeable. I tremble with apprehension when I think how much of the dignity and happiness of your whole life depends upon the resolutions of the present moment. Were it possible for a miracle to be wrought in your favor, and that the ex- perience of a dozen years could be obtained without living so long, there would be little danger that a heart so un- perverted as yours would mislead you. The experience of others will avail you nothing. They may talk, indeed, but till you are as old as the counsellor — and have seen, with your own eyes, as much as he — his words are idle sounds, impertinent and unintelligent. Fancy and habit are su- preme over your conduct ; and all that your friends have to trust to, is a heart naturally pure and tractable, and a taste, if I may so call it, for the approbation of the wise and good. When you write next, I hope you will have both leisure and inclination to be particular on the subject of your studies. " What are your books and your exercises ? What pro- gress do you make ? and what difficulties or reluctances stand in your way ? I have a great deal more to say to you, but I am afraid, judging from the brevity of yours, that you have no passion for long letters. I will therefore stop, in due season, and only add the name of Your true and warm friend, Charles Brockden Brown. There is a judiciousness of advice in the above that but few friends have the power to give ; and, when such impres- 22 Life and Wkitings of sions are made upon the mind of the young, the effect is lasting. When we look over the broad lawn, and, by the clearness of the atmosphere, we are almost enabled to count the leaves upon the far distant trees, we seldom think at such a moment of calmness and brightness ; that there may lay far off behind the hills, or low down in the horizon, the dark cloud laden with the storm that does not select its path, or stop to pick out the shrub or tree it may destroy, while sweeping onward ; but at times the storm is there, and will come, with wild roar through the air, to do its work of de- vastation ; and so it is with our afflictions and sorrows in this world, which often come, when least expected, to darken and throw a gloom over the thresholds of our homes. The storm for Master Payne now came; suddenly it broke with its worst wrath over his home, and he realized for the first time in his little, busy, sunny life the gloom of deep sorrow. On the 18th day of June, 1807, his mother died. To a nature like Payne's, the blow was overwhelm- ing. He remarked in one of his letters to his father: " To me, now since mother's death, all nature seems speech- less ; the flowers have lost their colors and their perfume. The heavens are black, and the trees seem motionless, but, when I think of mother's many virtues, there comes a solace to soothe my deep grief. If a life spent in the ex- ercise of all that is pure and noble in female character can lift the cloud from off the bereaved heart, then the dis- persion will come to mine. The stranger witnessed her urbanity ; the afiiicted were solaced by her sympathy, but her family alone knew the extent of her meek and unas- suming goodness." Old Mr. Payne had been severely tried by the death of his elder son, and now the second blow seemed nearly beyond his bearing, and he became too distressed in mind to give that attention to his affairs which an uuprosperous- John Howard Payne. 23 ness, that had been for some time coming over them, rendered necessary. " The law accomplished what bereavement and misfor- tune had begun, and he was compelled to abandon all he had to his creditors." Young Howard Payne looked upon this shipwreck with the philosophy and the calmness of a hero. The ruin must be cleared away, and there was no one else so competent among those who were left as himself; immediate measures became necessary. He at once thought of his dramatic talents, and at last wrung from his father and friends a slow, reluctant and weeping leave that he should try his fortune upon the stage. The Etna of his dramatic Sicily that had been so long smoul- derino:, at last broke forth in a blaze. The conduct of his patron on this occasion, was kind and beautiful; he stood behind the scene with young Payne's father and Mr. Joseph D. Fay, (who composed the introductory prologue spoken by Mr. T waits on the occasion), during the whole evening of the 24th of February, 1809, when John Howard Payne made his first appearance on the public stage as Young Norval, at the Old Park Theatre, New York. His debut, and the circumstances leading to it, were treated in a manner so poetical at his subsequent appearance in Boston, by his relative Robert Treat Payne, jr., that it would seem like neglect not to insert here that portion of it, and, though a little out of chronological order, it will nevertheless be acceptable to our readers. " An humble weed transplanted from the waste, Form'd the proud chapiter of Grecian taste. Chance dropp'd the weight ; the yielding foliage twined, And droop'd, with graceful negligence inclined. Sculpture a model saw, to art unknown, Copied the form, and turn'd the plant to stone; The chisell'd weed adorn'd the temple's head, And gods were worshipp'd where its branches spread ! 24 Life and Writings of " If in our Norval candid judges find Some kindred flower, to grace the stage design'd ; If, to the pressure fortune has imposed, You owe those talents art had ne'er disclosed ; If, like the graced Acanthus he appear, Be you Callimachus — be Corinth here !" The success of the debutant was complete. Mr. Dunlap, the dramatic author, and for a long time manager of the IsTew York Park Theatre, remarks in his History of the American Stage, that the applause was very great, and the boy's effort a surprise to all present. The papers of the day following his debut were extremely warm in his praise, and pronounced his death-scene of Douglas a master-piece of dramatic art. In those days, critics and actors were of a more austere character thai^ they are at the present time, and it was not so easy to obtain an opportunity to make a first appear- ance upon the stage, or to get the critics' praise at any other price than that of real merit. In those days, too, the theatre was the fashion. The opera was not known to us, and frequently the wealthy and the learned crowded into the best seats in the pit and in boxes of the best managed theatres ; this seemed to add importance to the drama, and indeed it was more important than at the present day. Previous to the beginning of the first act of the evening's entertainment, there could be seen in the boxes, here and there, servants of private families, dressed with the most scrupulous care, with the white napkin fixed around the right arm above the elbow, holding the reserved seats until the party they represented came to occupy them, and, long before the performance was over, strings of carriages for blocks up and down Park place would be in waiting for husbands and wives ; the old, the young ; the beautiful and the learned who had graced the theatre on the occa- sion. This class of audience would not tolerate such vile trash as the Black Orook and the Neio Magdalen of our days. John Howard Payne. 25 " A supper was tendered to Master Payne and his immediate friends, after the performance, at the residence of the manager Mr. Price, where the young Roscius in speech and manners appeared as old as any of them." His engagement was for six nights only ; but, having one night to spare, prior to his departure to fill an engage- ment at Boston, he performed on the seventh for his own benefit, on which occasion the debutants share was fourteen hundred dollars, notwithstanding the rigors of a cold, stormy night. The following we take from a Boston paper. "Master John Howard Payne has completed his en- gagement at ]N"ew York, with the most brilliant success ; and afterwards, by request, performed an additional night. In force of genius, and taste in belles-lettres, there are few actors on the stage, who can claim competition with him. This is not flattery ; and, if it were, it would not be pernicious to him, who has so uniformly been quoted as a rare instance of intellectual precocity. But his suc- cessful application even of these thrifty and uncommon properties of mind, to the profession of the stage, will ex- cite some wonder, when it is known, that he has had no dramatic preceptor in the artifice, that his word and his action have been disciplined by his own judgment, and that he steps before the public, full grown, like Minerva, with- out being indebted to Jupiter's head for his origin. A letter from I^qw York, which we have before us, states : " I have seen Master Payne in Douglas ^ Zaphna, Selim and Odavian, and may truly say, I think him superior to Master Betty in all. There was one scene of his Zaphna, which exhibited more taste and sensibility than I have witnessed since the days of Garrick. He has astonished everybody." The writer of this letter, we may add, had seen all the best actors from Garrick to Kemble. This account may amaze the Incredulous, but it has been truly said by the poet : '' The art of acting its perfection draws From Genius, more than from mechanic laws." 4 26 Life and Writings of His next success was in Boston, where the boy had not been forgotten as the youthful captain and the boy-editor. His reception amounted to an ovation, and his success even more pronounced than in 'New York. It was here that he accepted highly lucrative offers to appear in Phila- delphia and Baltimore. After leaving Boston, he went to Providence, Rhode Island, where his reception seems to have been most affectionate. One of the newspapers of that city stated : " Up to the present time we preserved an obstinate and stubborn incredulity, and what was said of young Payne in New York and Boston passed with us for nothing. But unexpected good fortune at length gave us the more decisive testimony to our ears and eyes, and from repeated evidences of this kind, we are happy now to concur in what has been said elsewhere. Last evening, a small party of friends, with ourself, heard Master Payne recite Collins's Ode on the Passions, which has been by critics thought, and justly so, the criterion of merit. We were at once caught involuntarily by the magnetism of his manner ; and all the passions delineated in that delightful ode were as forcibly reflected on our hearts. Kin such a turmoil of surprise, we should select one stanza in preference to another, it is this. Last comes Joy's exstatic trial, etc. His voice and cadence in this portion of the ode were so mea- sured as to leave nothing to wish for in the perfection of elocution. On his way south he performed a second engagement at the, Park Theatre, with a still greater success than on the previous occasion. At the conclusion of his second en- gagement, it was Master Payne's misfortune to disoblige Mr. Stephen Price, the manager of the Park Theatre. " It was a part of Payne's engagement that he was to be supplied with dresses by the management. The finery of these dresses to him, of course, was a very great affair. When his wardrobe was sent home to be packed for his journey south, he found all the finery removed. With a childish John Howard Payne. 27 impetuosity he called upon Mr. Price with a self important loftiness. The manager told him that the " ornaments be- longed to Mr. (yooper, and had now to be returned for his immediate use." This did not satisfy the young Eoscius, and it is very likely that he was too rash to the gentleman, who had been his friend. Price was of a very high-toned nature and looked upon Payne's conduct as ingratitude, and really never forgave Payne, though on many occasions the feelings of the veteran manager were momentarily ex- tinguished. Yet the influence of Mr. Price, with the managers throughout the United States, was of such a character that he could arrange or disarrange engagements at his pleasure. We do not here pointedly accuse Price of interfering with Payne's engagements elsewhere; but Payne was surprised to find, on stating his readiness to perform at Baltimore, and Philadelphia, that those theatres seemed on a sudden closed against him. He, therefore, re- mained unemployed for some time ; but at last determined to find out the cause of the coldness of the managers in those two cities. In a sort of reckless disposition, he wandered to Baltimore, where at the time the Philadelphia company was performing. He arrived there an utter stranger, and, strolling the streets listlessly, to look for the theatre, he chanced to remark the sign of the bookstore to which he had addressed some letters. He saw a group of persons there listening to a letter which he had sent to his friend Edward J. Cole, who, as soon as he saw Payne, caught him by the hand and led him to the group, exclaiming " This is he." Jonathan Meredith, and Mr. Alexander Contee Hanson, stepped forward. They told him they had just heard a letter from a gentleman of 'New York (the author of Westward Ho ! can tell our readers something about that gentleman), stating that there was supposed to be a*theatrical combination to put him down. They bade young Payne to have no fear of such a combination. The rest may be told briefly. The wanderer was taken at 28 Life and Writings of once by Mr. Meredith to his house. Mr. Hanson espoused his interest with the greatest enthusiasm and effect. Mr. William Gwjnne became his fast friend. He was engaged. His reception by the warm-hearted inhabit- ants of Baltimore, forms quite an era in the history of Baltimore theatricals. In a fortnight he had fifteen hun- dred dollars in his pocket. We cannot in our present opportunity, fail of presenting the following epigram, which appeared there the day after his benefit, when the house had been filled to overflowing. THE RETORT COURTEOUS. All those who from Payne had experienced delight, With increased admiration and pleasure each night, To evince their desire of delighting again, Attended last night, and gave pleasure to Payne ! From Baltimore he went to Philadelphia where he made an impression equal to that in Baltimore. At Eichmond, his profits were great, and it was here that he became acquainted with the celebrated Mayo family, upon a mem- ber of which he wrote some verses which were reprinted in many of the newspapers. He then visited Charleston, and other theatres in South Carolina. It is stated that the cele- brated comedian, Mr. Henry Placide who for many years was one of the principal dramatic lights in this country, first became known to the public by the wonderful imita- tions he gave of Master Payne in several of his characters. " Eeturning to ]!^ew York, Howard Payne found his father reestablishing himself in the business of education, and his sisters independently settled in a boarding school of the first class at Rhode Island. He yielded to the always earnest wishes of his family and friends to endeavor to relinquish the stage, and opened an institution similiar to our present Atheneum, which he purposed to extend into one equal to the Atheneums of Liverpool and Boston. Kow it was that Cooke arrived in America. 'Ho one John Howard Payne. 29 offered to make young Payne known to him, and he called without an introduction. In Cooke's Journal which Mr. Dunlap publishes, he mentions this call : " I was visited," says Cooke, " by Master Payne, the American Roscius : I thought him a polite, sensible youth, and the reverse of our young Roscius." Mr. Cooke appointed a time to pass an evening at young Payne's, who wished that his father and friends should see the lion of the day ; and this evening Mr. Dunlap describes in his life of Cooke. " A party of ladies and gentlemen met, all anxious to see this extraordinary creature, and anticipating the pleasure to be derived, as they supposed, from his conversation, his humor, and his wit. Cooke refused an invitation to dinner, and waited for his young admirer to lead him to the circle of his friends ; but, tired of solitude, he sent for Bryden, (who kept the Tontine Coffee house, where he lived) pour passer le temps over a bottle of Madeira, and, when Mr. Payne arrived with a coach to convey him to the tea party, Cooke was charged much higher with wine than wit. He was, however, dressed, and, as he thought, prepared, and it would not do, on his companion's part, to suggest anything to the contrary ; besides, the effect of what he had taken did not yet appear in its most glaring consequences. They arrived, and Cooke, with that stiffness produced by the en- deavor to counteract involuntary emotion, was introduced into a large circle of gentlemen, distinguished for learning, or wit, or taste ; and of ladies, equally distinguished for those acquirements and endowments most valued in their sex. A part of the property of the tragedian, which had been seized by the custom-house officers under the non- importation law, had not yet been released, owing to some delay from necessary form, and this was a constant sub- ject of irritation to him; particularly that they should withhold from him the celebrated cups presented to him by the Liverpool managers; and now his introductory speech among his expecting circle, was addressed to one 30 Life and Writings of of the gentlemen, [Washington Irving], with whom he was acquainted, and was an exclamation, without any prefatory matter, of — ' My dear Washington ! they have stolen my cups!' The astonishment of such an assembly may be imagined. After making his bows with much circumspec- tion, he seated himself, and very wisely stuck to his chair for the remainder of the evening ; and likewise stuck to his text; and his cups triumphed over every image that could be presented to his imagination. ' Madam, they have stopped my cups. Why did they not stop my swords ? ISTo — they let my sword pass. But my cups will melt, and they have a greater love for silver than for steel. My swords would be useless with them; but they can melt my cups and turn them to dollars ! And my Shak- speare — they had better keep that : they need his instruc- tion, and they may improve by him — if they know how to read him.' Seeing a print of John Kemble, as Rolla, he addressed it : ' Ah, John, are you there ? ' — then turning to Mr. Payne, he, in his half-whispering manner, added, ' I don't want to die in this country — John Kemble will laugh.' Among the company was an old and tried revo- lutionary officer [the late Col. Marinus Willett] — a true patriot of 1776. Hearing Cooke rail against the country and the government, he at first began to explain, and then to defend ; but, soon finding what his antagonist's situation was, he ceased opposition. Cooke continued his inso- lence ; and finding that he was unnoticed, and even what he said in the shape of query, unattended to, he went on. ' That's right ; you are prudent ; the government may hear of it — walls have ears !' Tea was repeatedly presented to him, which he refused. The little black girl with her tray next offered him cake — this he rejected with some asperity. Fruit was offered to him, and he told the girl he was ' sick of seeing her face.' Soon after she brought him wine. 'Why, you little black angel! 'says Cooke, .taking the wine, * you look like the devil ; but you bear a passport that John Howard Payne. 31 would carry you unquestioned into paradise !' " The com- pany separated early, and Mr. Payne happily resigned his visitor to the safe keeping of the waiters of the Tontine Coffee-house. But, notwithstanding this irregularity, Mr. Dunlap mentions that Mr. Cooke was hy no means sparing of his admonitions when in company with his young friend. " He not only did not offer wine to him, but told him he ought to avoid it." " Once," observes Mr. Dunlap, " when young Payne was sitting with Cooke at the Tontine, the veteran taking his glass after dinner, chatting very plea- santly, Mr. Duffie, formerly on the stage in Dublin, who frequently visited Mr. Cooke, called in. Cook received him with a cool kind of civility, desired him to take a chair, and then continued talking to Master Payne. ' Mr. Duffie, help yourself to a glass of wine — John, I don't ask you to drink. O, that I had had some friend when I was at your age, to caution — to prevent me from drinking ! Mr. Duffie, your good health. Yes, John, I should have been a very different man from what I am. It's too late now ! ' " The Atheneum speculation, projected by Payne, now began to require greater resources than it produced. Cooke had talked with him of the expediency of an attempt on the stage in England. His thoughts, by the stress of cir- cumstances, again dwelt on acting. Just then, Cooke's at- traction began to decline. Master Payne was invited to act with him. " N^otwithstanding," says Mr. Dunlap, " the kindness with which he treated Master Payne, and the terms of approbation with which he spoke of him," — " to have a boy called in to support him, wounded his pride so deeply, that he could not conceal his irritation, or its cause." He was announced to play Glenalvon to Payne's Douglas, and afterwards in other parts, but, throughout, affected ill- ness. On the first of March, 1811, however, he performed LeaA.0 Master Payne's Edgar, for the benefit of the latter — and this was the last time, we believe, that our country- man ever appeared at the Park theatre. He afterwards 32 Life and Writings of went to perforin in Boston, and, during his absence there, his father suddenly died. He subsequently performed in Philadelphia and Baltimore. During his visit to Balti- more, a memorable event occurred. The printing-office of his friend and supporter, Mr. Hanson, who then pub- lished a political newspaper there, was levelled to the ground by a mob. Mr. Hanson was absent from Balti- more. The recollection of former services came upon Mr. Payne. Though he never meddled in politics, he felt it to be his duty not to forget friendship. He wrote to ofi'er his aid to Mr. Hanson, in reinstating his paper. It was accepted. He was very active in his attentions; but after remaining at his post three days, was desired on the night of the dreadful scenes which occurred there, to convey a message to Mrs. Hanson. On his return, he found the house besieged, and the war begun. Mr. Hanson has included him among those to whom he pub- licly returned thanks, although his offices chanced to be merely those of kindness before and after the battle. But the gratitude of this gallant and enthusiastic gentle- man, impelled him to urge and assist the departure of Mr. Payne for the purpose of studying the fine models of the arts in Europe, and benefiting, if he should succeed, by the fame of London. Under the auspices of Mr. Meredith, Mr. Hanson, Mr. Gwynne, Mr. D'Arcy, and others of Balti- more, Mr. Payne now turned his attention to England, intending to limit his visit thither to one year. He was, on the seventeenth of January, 1813, accompanied by his brother, Thatcher Taylor Payne, and by his admirer and most particular friend Joseph J). Fay, to the wharf, whence he embarked in the ship Catherine Ray, for Liverpool. It was not the destiny of Mr. Fay and Mr. Payne ever to meet again." John Howard Payne. 33 CHAPTER n. " Use every man after his deserts, and who shall 'scape whipping." Payne Abroad. W E introduce Mr. Payne to our reader a^ain with his arrival at Liverpool, after a passage of two and twenty days. At that time the United States and Great Britain were at war. Although the ship had a cartel, and he bore the list of letters, our young friend and all his companions on their arrival, were marched to prison. But Payne states in a letter written at the Liverpool Borough Jail, February 11th, 1813, that " on Wednesday, after all the British sub- jects were discharged, at the special intercession of some of the most influential of the inhabitants, 'His worship' the mayor, who is a very gentlemanly man, treated us with great politeness, and indulged us with permission to be re- moved to our present lodgings, which are delightful, and for which we are permitted to pay five guineas a piece weekly. ' We are seven' in number. The only thing that interferes with our comfort, is the confinement within our massey gates, but our apartments within the house of the governor are as pleasant as can be wished for. When our passports have been examined in London, and returned, we shall probably be set at liberty, and permitted to visit the great metropolis." Mr. Payne remained in confinement for fourteen days, and on the 28th of February, he left Liverpool for Lon- don by the way of Chester. On his arrival there, he met several of his old ]^ew York friends, and the first of them that Be dined with were the brother and sister of Washing- ton Irving. Here, too, he met Mr. Brevoort, who was stay- ing, the most of his time, at Edinburgh, and who was hand 5 34 Life and Writings of and glove with Walter Scott, Jeffreys, and all of the literati. Brevoortwas overjoyed to meet the young American of so much promise, and for two or three days devoted his at- tention to him by showing him around London. A few days after his arrival, Payne presented his letter of introduction to Roscoe, who received him most cordially, at once became his personal friend, and introduced him to John Philip Kemble, Campbell, Coleridge, Southey and other magnates in the world of English learning. After waiting for a long time and using every means of influence to obtain a hearing upon the stage of some one of the London theatres, he at last wrote a letter himself to the celebrated Mr. Whitehead, who was then chairman of the Drury Lane management. The result was a pro- mise of an immediate interview, which shortly followed, resulting in arrangements for a series of performances at the old Drury. He was admonished not to appear so near the end of the season, but Payne had become impatient, and his debut before an English audience was fixed on, and his entree was to be in the character of Zaphna, but Douglas was finally substituted. At the same time it was proposed by the debutant and acquiesced in by the manage- ment, that there should be no mention in paragraphs or play-bills of his name or history. He was desirous to stand or fall by the unbiased judgment of his hearers. It was consequently announced that on " Friday evening, June the 14th, 1813, the tragedy of Douglas would be performed, the part of Douglas, by a young gentleman, his first appearance." At the only rehearsal summoned, and this not until the day of the performance. Miss Smith (afterwards Mrs. Bartley), who was cast for Lady Randolph, was not present. Our young aspirant called on her and talked over the business his part had with hers, but she was haughty and did not agree with Mr. Payne, on the ground that his mode of performing the part would take the attention of John Ho^^ard Payne. 35 the house from her, and, with a cool, low curtsey, she bid the young actor good day with the wish that he would succeed. At night, as Payne entered the green-room dressed for the part of Norvalj the stage manager informed Payne, for the first time, that he had a new Ladi/ Randolph for him, that Miss Smith was sick, and that they had borrowed Mrs. Powell from Covent Garden. " There she stands, on the stage; come; it is time for us to begin," and this was his first introduction to the lady with whom his part had so much important stage business, and his entrh upon the boards of an untried stage in a strange country ! " Although he had no opportunity for a moment's conversation, the interest expressed by his theatrical mother was throughout kindly, and perfectly maternal. While the house was ringing with the thunders of approbation at the triumph and power of his death-scene, the great Mrs. Powell, as she leant over him, was exclaiming in an exulting whisper, " There ! do you hear that ! do you hear the verdict ?" His performance throughout was crowned with unbounded ap- plause. The next day Payne sent a letter to Mrs. Powell, in which he thanked her for her sympathy and attention and lauded her excellent performance of Lady Randolph, to which she replied : " If you saw any merit in my per- formance of the part, it was entirely owning to a son that I felt proud of." The next night Miss Smith appeared in the part, but the audience resented her conduct. He repeated the part of Douglas several times ; the mana- gers were now more explicit in their announcement, and stated on the bills of the Monday following that, the " Young gentleman" was Master Payne from the ITew York and Philadelphia theatres. The paper spoke of the young gentleman as having made a hit. The Morning Herald remarked that his angry scene with Glenalvon had the marks of genius in it, and that he maintained the mean- 36 Life and Writings of ing of his author with spirit, particularly when he ex- claimed : " Hast thou no fears for thy presumptuous self?" and concludes, upon reconsidering the whole of his perform- ance, that " we have never seen a finer representation of Young Norval. It is remarkable that a youth from a remote country, a country nearly two hundred years behind us in the improvements of almost every art, should have the courage to come before a London audience under every possible disadvantage, and be a success. !N'ature has endowed him with every quality for a great actor, and, to reach that position, all he requires is a little more time and study. He possesses all the simplicity and purity of style that in the end must tell with great force, and this seems to be the result of his own natural taste, which never suffers him to run into those vicious extravagances so common in blustering, half-formed actors. He speaks at once to the sober senses, to the feelings, and to the heart ; in passion he is never noisy. His own discretion is his tutor. But, when he comes to contend with Glenalvon, he bursts foith in all the fire of indignation and anger, arising from wounded pride, and, when he found he was to ' perish by a villain's hand,' his remark ' had slain him ' was not delivered in a loud, boasting voice, but in the mild accents of a dying hero, modestly conscious of his courage. Such is the character of this young gentleman, who makes a fairer promise than any juvenile adventurer we have ever seen, and who, like some valuable, rare material brought from a distant country, only wants a little of that fine polishing which English artists can give in order to make him perfect." The theatre was now about closing for the season, there remained time for only one attempt more. Romeo was selected for the occasion, although it was not Mr. Payne's choice of character, yet he succeeded perfectly in the part. At that time he was very handsome and looked Romeo in this respect, to the very life. It is worth recording, as a John Howard Payne. 87 marked event in the history of the stage and theatrical revolution, that Mr. James "W". Wallack, one of the finest actors the British stage has ever produced, that evening represented the trifling character of the Prince, and his brother, also famed on this side of the Atlantic, the servant Abraham. The success of our young countryman in the city of London caused many offers from the provincial managers. " Their eagerness was not in the least shaken even by an attempt, probably emanating from stage-jealousy, to get up a prejudice against him upon the assertion that this " d — d Yankee, who had come from America, thinking to teach English folks how to act," was " an illegitimate son of Tom Paine." The trick was understood. The respecta- ble papers crushed it with deserved contempt. After his performances in London, he next appeared at Liverpool, where his success was far beyond what he ex- perienced in the city of London. Gore's Liverpool General Advertiser, of July 15, remarks : " His performance of Ham- let, on Tuesday evening, being his fourth appearance here, was received with even more enthusiasm than either of those which preceded it. The management at the close of the play-scene was hailed with loud cheering and the curtain dropped to four rounds of applause." In the Liverpool Mercury, we find the following : " Mr. Payne's benefit, on Friday evening, was attended by one of the most elegant audiences which have graced the theatre this season. At the close of the interlude, Mr. Payne unexpectedly appeared in propria persona before the curtain, and made the follow- ing spontaneous address : ' Ladies and gentlemen, I should think myself wanting in gratitude and candor, could I quit this place without emphatically acknowledging the warm welcome with which I have been honored by the inhabit- ants t)f Liverpool, and those particularly concerned in the direction of the theatre. (Loud applause). It has been every thing which could be hoped from hospitality, and 38 Life and Writings of has forced me to forget tliat I was a stranger. — (Loud applause, and ' bravo ' from every part of the house). Under existing circumstances, ladies and gentlemen, I must feel, and feel sensibly, the magnanimity of that spirit which, disdaining national distinctions, can hail even the humblest member of the family of literature and the arts, in whatsoever clime accident may have thrown his birth- place, as a brother and a friend ! ' The applause at the end of this address was protracted, and the most rapturous we remember ever to have heard." A letter from the manager to Mr. Payne, in allusion to this speech, was published at the time, in which he remarks : " I have to assure you there was as much pleasure on the one part, iii conferring any little acts of justice and kindness, as there has been grati- tude on the other, in making a public acknowledgment of them. I take this opportunity of expressing a sincere obligation for the service your talents have rendered the theatre. That every success may attend your theatric career, is the ardent hope of, dear sir," etc., etc. Mr. Payne performed with equal success in Birmingham, Litchfield, Walsall, Tamworth, and a great number of small places; and especially in Manchester, where the following curious comparison was made between him and Mr. Betty: "This gentleman has a figure not imposing, but well-proportioned; a face almost too beautiful for a man ; and a voice, the clearest and most bell-like we remember ever to have heard. His acting is quite equal, if not superior, to that of Mr. Betty at the time of public admiration and enthusiasm in his favor. In graceful attitudes, and the pantomime of the art, they are nearly equal; in expression of countenance and conception of character, Mr. Payne has by far the advantage, but in treading the stage, the palm must be given to Mr. Betty." The next visit of our countryman was to Dublin. Here he was received with very great kindness, both in public and private, and formed an intimacy with the celebrated Mr. John Howard Payne. 39 O'Connell, Charles Philips, and others. He appeared in Rolla, and, though this was soon after John Kemble had made his farewell there in the same part, he was so well received in it, that the play was instantly repeated. He was supported throughout his engagement by the since so highly celebrated Miss O'ifeil. The Hibernian Journal noticed his engagement thus : " The departure of Mr. Payne from our boards was marked by an incident of deep interest, which riveted his claims upon the best feelings of our countrymen. His extemporaneous parting address on that occasion was one of the best-conceived efibrts of the kind we remember ever to have heard, and certainly nothing was ever received with greater fervor and delight. The impression created by this gentleman's performances, especially his Hamlet, has been of such a nature as to ex- cite the warmest wishes in every quarter for his speedy return, which will be hailed, whenever it may happen, with all the warmth which Irish liberality never fails to exer- cise towards public talent and private worth. The follow- ing is a faithful report of the address which was alluded to : ' Ladies and gentlemen, the unusual circumstances under which I have appeared before you will, I trust, explain and justify this unusual mode of acknowledging the polite- ness with which my theatrical efforts have been received in Dublin. (Loud applause.) It is not my object to thank you for having buried national hostilities in your gene- rosity to an individual. (Loud and prolonged applause.) The want of a disposition to do this is illiberal, but there is no liberality in possessing it. I have too much respect for those whom I have the honor to address, to incur the risk of offending them by offering thanks for so negative a kindness. But permit the wanderer, who has been warmed by the sunshine of the Emerald Isle, (shouts of bravl^ ! and repeated applause), in the plain sincerity of gratitude, to declare that, in whatever clime or circum- stances accident may place me, it will ever be my glory to 40 Life and Writings of hail the Irishman as a brother, (bravo ! loud applause), and to proclaim to my own countrymen and the world, that the stranger may make friends in other lands, but in Erin he shall find a home !" This address was followed by a round of prolonged applause. It was on this occasion that the greatest compliment (perhaps a little whimsical in its way) was paid to Mr. Payne that a Dublin audience can pay an actor. After the first piece was over, there was still to be performed a comic song and a farce, but the audience were so well pleased with the young American, that, immediately after Payne had retired from his speech-making, many of the people, on the spur of the moment, cried out " Home ! Home ! Home ! " The hint was taken by the rest of the audience, and in a few moments more the house was closed and in darkness. Siddons, Kean, Kemble and Cooke, met with like compliments on several occasions from the Irish people, but only those received it who gave them the greatest satisfaction by their talents. After this engagement, he played with the same success at Waterford ; here the great Miss 0'l!^eil joined in with Payne, and for the first time appeared as a star, he having induced her to leave the stock company for starring pur- poses. This was the starting point of her brilliant fame. She was then quite young and very beautiful. Payne, too, was very handsome, arid, when they appeared as JRomeo and Juliet, they suited the characters so perfectly that they carried the house by storm. They next appeared together at Cork, where Miss O'Neil performed for the last time, prior to her success as a star upon the London stage, and at once seemed to fill, as a tragic actress, the void made by the retirement of Mrs. Siddons. While Mr. Payne was per- forming with Miss O'JSTeil at Cork, he was very handsomely eulogized in a speech, relating to some political row in the theatre, by Mr. O'Connell. On his benefit-night. Miss O'iN'eil performed the part of Ladi/ Randolph and Catherine John Howard Payne. 41 to his Norval and Petruchio ; and he spoke an address, written for the occasion by the celebrated Charles Phillips. Here, after extending his engagement by playing for several benefits of the company, which he did gratuitously, Mr. Payne went with O'Connell and Phillips to Killarney, and its neighborhood, and shared the honor every where lavished upon the party. It was on this occasion that they witnessed the stag-hunt upon the lake, described by Phillips in his fine poem of The Emerald Isle, and it was at a dinner on Innisfallen Island, in reply to a toast given with reference to the two strangers, Phillips and Payne, and the countries to which they belonged, that Phillips made his celebrated speech, on Washington and America, which became celebrated on this side of the Atlantic and was spoken in all our colleges and schools. Phillips in his remarks on this occasion said : " To be associated with Mr. Payne, must be to any one who regard private virtue, and personal accomplishments, a source of peculiar pride, and that feeling is not a little enhanced to me by the recollections of the country to which we are indebted for his qualifications." On the return of Mr, Payne to London, the war having terminated, every one who could, flocked to Paris, anxious to see and to be in the midst of. the world of fashion, and also to enjoy the acting of the great Talma, and for the last named purpose, especially, Payne went thither. The period proved a most interesting one for Payne. It was that of Bonaparte's return from Elba. Payne was captivated with the brightness, whirl and bustling of the great city, and remained beyond the hundred days. Here Payne met Washington Irving, and for some time they were room- mates. A few days after his arrival, he was introduced to the great actor. His reception by Talma was affectionate in the extreme, and always afterwards Payne and Talma were intimate and personal friends. The theatres in France were, and are, under the control 6 42 Life and Writings of of the government, and all civilities extended from them to strangers, are looked upon as a national compliment. The IsTational Theatre of Paris extended to Payne, through Talma, an invitation to the freedom of the house. Payne returned his thanks, in an elegantly written letter in French which gave so much satisfaction to the committee and Talma that it was published in the papers, with a short biographical sketch of Payne. The following is a transla- tion of Payne's letter. " Gentlemen : " I certainly would be senseless to the value of the high compliment which you have paid me, by offering me the freedom of your National Theatre, did I not, on the instant, acknowledge the receipt of your communication. I am too conscious of the humbleness of my personal preten- sions, not to esteem the kindness as a tribute paid more to my country than to myself, and the progress of the new world in a branch of the liberal arts of which no repre- sentative but myself has yet appeared on this side of the ocean, and I shall deem it a duty to excite in my native republic, to which the compliment properly belongs, the feelings of respect, gratitude, and admiration toward the elegant hospitality I have had the honor to receive on behalf of my native land. t ■^ I remain. Your obliged and obedient servant, Paris, March 27th, 1815. ^^^^ ^^^^^^ ^^^^^- This regard on the part of Talma and the committee of the ;N"ational Theatre, presented the subject of our bio- graphy with a fine opportunity to study the best French models both of acting and dramatic writing, and although Mr. Payne was a good French scholar at the time he arrived there, he at once devoted himself to a still further study of the language, and became an almost constant reader of the best French dramatic poets. John Howard Payne. 43 By one of John Howard Payne's letters, June 5th, 1815, it appears that he had been holding a correspondence with Talma, as to the best school for instruction in acting, to which Talma returned the following answer. " Paris, June 7th, 1815. " Ml/ Dear Payne : I cannot point out the principles better than Shake- speare has, in a few lines he has laid down as the basis and true standard of our art. Therefore, I refer you to what Hamlet says, (Act HI, Scene H), respecting the means of personating the various characters, which are exhibited in human life. It will unfold to you my own principles, and at the same time my veneration for that most wonder- ful of all dramatic writers and instructors." In another letter to Payne, he remarks : " If you take any lessons from the gentleman you speak of, they should be given upon the stage, and not in the room, that you may give a full scope to your steps, and to your motions, but, my dear friend, the first rule is to be deeply impressed with the character and the situation of your personage, and all his surroundings, until your imagination is fully imbued with the character, and your nerves agitated, to a proper condition, the rest will follow ; your arms and legs will properly do their business. The graces of the danseuse are not requisite in tragedy ; choose rather to have a noble elegance in your gait, and, if it is a historical character you propose to represent, know well the history of the man, and the events of the times he lived in, even before and beyond the period of the dramatic action of which he is one of the figures. It is only by this thorough acquaintance with your subject, that you can gain an over-confidence, as it were, which enables us to paint with a bolder brush and give that broad and grand effect necessary to impress the mind ftnd captivate your hearers. ****** " Believe me ever, " Your true and aft'ectionate friend, " Talma." 44 Life and Writings of This advice, from one of the greatest artists of the stage should be of inestimable value to those gentlemen of the dramatic profession, who too frequently think that the mere committing of the words of the author is all that is required to make an actor, while, in fact, there is no profes- sion that requires more culture and careful study than that of the actor. It is not always possible to keep strictly in the path of biographical incidents, and especially so in a biography of such a man as Mr. Payne, who, all through his life, was deviating from one thing to another; a more unsettled man never lived, like a bee that seems to care not as to which flower it alights upon, so long as it extracts a sweet from each. The man of genius may do several things well, but, if he gives his entire attention and industry to some one thing, he is sure to excel, and such would have been the case with Mr. Payne, either as an actor or dramatic writer. Mr. Payne would also have excelled as a critic ; the evi- dence of this will at once be perceived in the following remarks of Mr. Payne's which we extract from a letter of his, written to his sister. She had written a letter to him in which she requested that he would send his opinion as to how Kemble and Kean compared with her great favorite. Cooper. To us Leigh Hunt is the best of all dramatic critics. Any one who has read his critical essays on the great actors of his day, enumerating Kemble, Siddons, Pope, Ray- mond, Bannister, Mundon, Fawcett, Liston, Mathews, Powell, Jordan, Mattocks, and hosts of others, can not fail to be impressed with his sound judgment, fairness and honesty of purpose ; and we perceive these same qualities in the following extracts from Mr. Payne's letter on the comparative merits of the celebrated actors above-men- tioned. John Howard Payne. 45 London^ June 19th, 1817. Dearest Eloise : " A letter which I send to brother Thatcher, by the same opportunity which carries this, will fully explain the causes of my silence, and the nature of my pursuits, for the last two years. Upon the future I cannot speak distinctly, because the necessity for daily labor to produce daily resources, greatly impedes the soarings of ambition, and prevents one from doing many grand things, merely be- cause nature forces us to follow the fashion of eating and drinking, and both cost money. As soon as I can recon- cile my plans to my means, you shall know what I propose, but were I to tell you all the schemes which have crossed my mind, so different are they, you would at once say my madness lacked a method. Something, however, shall shortly be decided to regulate the movements of my future life — some goal — some point for the attainment of which my efibrts shall be concentrated ; ' but of this more anon.' "Why should we strive to see disagreeable things in the past, through a sacrifice of precious moments which might be devoted to fine fancies of a bright and pleasant future. " You ask me for my opinion of Siddons and others of the British stage, and how Cooper, your favorite actor, compares with Kemble and Kean. " I have seen Kean in several of his characters, but oftener in Shylock and Richard than in any other of his representa- tions, and in these always with increased delight. If I may use comparison, he does not seem to me calculated to produce, like Kemble, a powerful first impression ; there is nothing in him to dazzle the senses ; but he steals upon the judgment, captivates and satisfies it. The recollec- tion of Cooke was vivid in my mind, when Kean appeared in London. K Kean never saw Cooke, and he tells me he never did, the similitude in certain parts of their acting, as well as the conception of the true character, seems to me to be still more wonderful. Their leading features of resemblance 46 Life and Writings of in Shylock and Richard exhibit so marked a correspondence in their genius that it almost proves that both modelled themselves upon similar views of nature. I say, ' similar views of nature' for this reason. Two persons of equal talents may see the same thing in very different lights. Hence spring the innumerable varieties -of judgment. Kemble is a profound investigator, yet Kemble takes a view of Richard, totally unlike Kean's, and Kemble's Rich- ard to me appears radically false in design, and in execu- tion stupifying and tedious. Yet even Kemble's Richard has its admirers in opposition to that of Kean's. But I look upon Richard as Kemble's worst effort, and I conceive it to be rather unfair to institute a comparison between the worst productions of one rival, and the best of another. The anxious labor and the long-suffering, by which Mr. Kemble has won his laurels, deserve a better reward than he now receives from the ingratitude of a nation, of whose fame, in one branch of the fine arts, he has so many years been a principal and an illustrious supporter. Mr. Kean has often failed of obtaining that power over my feelings with which Mr. Kemble almost invariably held them captive. Compare Kemble and Kean in those charac- ters, of which each gentleman is admitted by the whole world of criticism to be a master. Is Mr. Kean's Richard or his Shylock, equal, on the whole, to Mr. Kemble's Cato, Coriolanus, Hamlet, Anthony, or Macbeth ? Or is there any individual excellence in either of the efforts of Mr. Kean, which is not superseded by some individual excellence in each one of the efforts of his competitor? Is Kean's ' What do they i'th north ' — ' Off with his head ! ' — ' I'll not trust thee,' with the residue of that scene which chiefly delighted me, equal, in the electricity of their effects to 'By Jupiter, forgot,' 'Alone I did it,' or the whole of any one impassioned scene of Coriolanus ? I think, my dear sister, that, when you ask me to tell you which is the greatest actor, the only way to get at it, is by a John Howard Payne. 47 liberal mode of comparison. Give full scope to each man's genius, and comparison of each man's mind, when each is in his glory. Deciding by such a system, I am inclined toward Kemble. The latter gentleman is more even through his whole performance of a character, and for the study thereof, the evidence of the patient, hard-working student, is decidedly with Kemble. He, in every scene of the play, sends out a steady, burning light, that fascinates you from the moment he appears before you. Kean, by flashes, like Etna, always is emitting the evidence of a hidden fire, one which at times flashes forth to astonish you. With Kemble, the eye and the intellect are both filled and satisfied: the ear wishes for something with Kean, the eye and the ear is pleased, but the intellect is not satisfied. I can never forget Kemble's Coriolanus, his entree was the most brilliant I ever witnessed. His person derived a majesty from a scarlet robe which he managed with inimitable dignity. The Roman energy of his deport- ment, the seraphic grace of his gesture and the movements of his perfect self-possession, displayed the great mind, daring to command, and disdaining to solicit, admiration. His form derived an additional elevation, of perhaps two inches, from his sandals. In every part of the house the audience rose, waved their hats, and huzzaed, and the cheering must have lasted more than five minutes ; and at the same time, a crown of laurels was thrown before him from one of the private boxes, and he wore the laurel in the following triumphal procession, while the house shook with the thunder of the populace. A similar enthusiasm was manifested in all his future touches, throughout the play, but most emphatically in two clauses, the first, where Coriolanus is made welcome, the audience instantly made it a personal application : ' A hundred thousand welcomes ! I could weep, And I could laugh : I am light and heavy. — Welcome ! 48 Life and Writings op A curse begin at every root of s heart, That is not glad to see thee !' Here was a general huzza ! bravo ! and loud and long clapping. The end of the speech 'Yet, by the faith of man, We have some old crab-trees here at home That will not Be grafted to your relish.' produced a loud laugh, huzza and applause. At the fall of the curtain, there seemed to be but one mind that actuated the whole house ; it was as if the audience had been tranced by the effect. They all at once got up and cheered until the actor came before them ; another huzzah, and so ended Kemble's triumph, every night he performed. " Mrs. Siddons, unfortunately, did not burst upon me, when she first came upon the stage, as Kemble did. I was present the first night of her return to the stage, when she acted for the benefit of the theatrical fund. I risked my limbs to see her, as the rush and the crowd was so great ; but got a most excellent place. She acted Mrs. Beverley, and I was not only charmed and every way interested, but at times astonished. The grace of her person, the beauty of her arms, the mental beauty of her face, the tragic ex- pression of her voice, and the perfect identification with the character, left nothing for me to wish for. In these she was so great, that even her unwieldy figure, which at first somewhat annoyed me, was soon forgotten. I never saw, nor could have conceived, an efiect so sublimely agonizing as her attitude; the rapid glancing of her eyes for nearly a minute, then their sudden stop, and the rivet- ing of them upon her insulter, Stukely, when he first shocked her with dishonorable advances. I cannot tell you in this letter all I saw and all I felt, in this one performance of Siddons. If, at her present time of life, she could so affect John Howard Payne. 49 us, what would she have done, and what did she do with her hearers, when her figure and her voice were in the full vigor and freshness of her perfect womanhood. " When she left the stage this night with the understand- ing, that, more than likely, she would never again appear before the public, a feeling of great sadness came over me, which took hours for me to shake off; the melancholy thought that she should ever disappear from the public, before the whole world had seen her, and felt her great power, still lasts with me, and I have no doubt always will, when- ever I think of her. I fear, dear sister, that she has spoiled me for the enjoyment of all other actresses, in the future. " As regards Cooke, I was at the first performance of Cooke in America. He made a different impression upon me from any other actor I have ever seen ; there was some- thing so exclusively unique and original in his dramatic genius. He always presented himself to me in the light of a discoverer, one with whom it seemed that every action and every look emanated entirely from himself; one who appeared never to have had a model, and who depended entirely upon himself for everything he did in the cha- racter he represented. Cooke reminds me of no one but himself, and I have never been able to recognize the real Richard in any other actor than Cooke. Kean reminds me of Cooke, and Booth of Kean. The two seem to have absorbed something from the great former, but Kean more from Cooke, and Booth from Kean. Besides, Cooke's genius covers a broader field. He was just as great in dia- lect-parts as he was in the English heroic. His Scotch parts were wonderful. Indeed I think Cooke (if there is anything in orginality)the genius of the English stage, but why ask me about Cooke ? You saw him when I had the honor of playing Edgar to his Lear. I deem it a glory for mf country to have his remains resting in its soil. " I have mentioned the name of Booth, and, in my last letter to you, stated that there was a little man of that name 7 60 Life and Writings of to appear at the Covent Garden. When I described him to you, as standing upon the steps of the Theatre, awaiting the event of his first appearance in the city of London, little, indeed, did I then imagine that the little man would drive great London mad before I should communicate to you again. Such, however, is the truth, and, as far as the history of his career has yet transpired, I will make it known to you. " On Wednesday, Feb. 12, Mr. Booth, ' of the Brighton and Worthing Theatres,' was announced to play Richard the Third, at the Covent Garden. ]N^othing was known of Mr. Booth, but that he had performed the last season at the Covent Garden in the humble capacity of message- carrier, and had subsequently distinguished himself at Brussells, Brighton, Cheltenham and elsewhere, in all Kean's characters. When he appeared, the house, I think, was thinner than I ever saw it. He was greeted with an enthusiastic welcome by the few that were present. His figure was more petite than Kean's and thinner ; his voice, manner, everything, are of the most perfect and extraordi- nary imitations that can be conceived. You would have declared it was Kean playing the part, so faithful was the resemblance throughout, far closer, as a copy, than Van- denhoff's, and copied with better taste. Opposition showed itself early, but so evidentl}^ it was opposition for opposi- tion's sake, that the honest good sense of John Bull was roused to take the young man's part, and every attempt at hissing called forth unprecedented applause and shouting, so that the intervals between the acts were filled up with acclamations. When the curtain fell, the applause was beyond all parallel. Abbott came on to announce Mid- summer Nighfs Dream for Thursday night, but there was a general cry : ' N'o ! ISTo ! ! Richard the Third, Booth as Richard F to which the managers were not reluctant to accede, and of course Abbott, after walking to the stage- door for orders, came back and said : ' Ladies and gentle- John Howard Payne. 51 men, by your desire, Mr. Booth will repeat Richard to-morrow evening.' This satisfied the ladies and gentle- men, who blistered their hands for a few minutes longer. The next night the house was far better, and Booth re- ceived even a greater applause than on the night before, and the curtain fell amid loud cries of ' Repeat Itichardj' but Mr. Booth was stated to be too unwell to repeat it the next night, and it was consequently announced for Monday. On Saturday, however, Mr. Booth called on Mr. Harris, and had a long conversation as to terms. Booth had been getting in the towns a little over two pounds a week. The managers thought that he would measure his salary in London, by what he had been getting in these small places ; to this Mr. Booth would not agree. He knew his price better. The Drury Lane management, hearing of this disagreement, laid a plan to bring Booth over to their house, and Kean was appointed to carry the project into effect, and the result is that Kean and Booth have per- formed together at Drury Lane. I saw Booth in the part of logo to Kean's Othello. The house was packed from pit to gallery; it was a great performance and a grand sight. The new little man behaved himself like a great hero. Kean seemed to feel the force of the new comer and per- formed up to the full height of his wonderful powers. In the jealous scene, their acting appeared like a set trial of skill, and the applause that followed the end of each of their speeches, swept over the house like a tornado. The effect was almost bewildering. At the end of the play, both of the actors appeared to be exhausted from the extra- ordinary effort they had made. Kean appeared to take much delight in bringing Booth before the curtain. He seemed to enjoy Booth's success just as much as the audi- ence did, and as he brought him through the proscenium door,^'ou could see, by the intelligent glitter of his piercing eyes, and the smile through the copper color of the Moor's face, a sort of fatherly feeling, as if dragging an over-raodes< 52 Life and Writings of son to receive the honors of his success. The whole house seemed to feel it in this spirit, and, when Kean conducted Booth back to the door, and then made one step forward to acknowledge the compliment offered to himself, I thought the applause would never stop. ' This much of the new actor can I tell thee, and nothing more.' I think, however, that he is destined to fill a large place in the future history of the English stage. " As regards Cooper in comparison to Kemble, Cooke or Kean, he is not so great an actor as either of the three, and must take his position as fourth on the roll. But in placing him there, he must not be taken from among the first-class stars. Cooper is of the Kemble school, not that he is a copy of Kemble, as Booth is of Kean, but is of the heroic style, and becomes such a part as Othello better than that of lago. He resorts, too, to less tricks of the stage than Kemble, who enlarges his legs and arms by pads, and consults pictures and artists, to produce personal effects. I don't object to this on the part of Kemble or any actor, when he produces the desired result. What I mean is, you see nothing but what belongs to Cooper ; he is more natural while Kemble is more artistic. In natural grace (hooper is far beyond any actor I have ever seen, and he is, too, the best Hamlet on the stage, he is even more scholarly than Kemble, and, if not so startling as Kean, or so grand as Kemble in the part, he is certainly far less rude than the former, and more natural than the latter. Cooper was the first actor of note I ever saw. It was in Boston on the 11th of March, 1805, eleven years ago, when I was a mere boy. The circumstances of his debut were peculiar. After his return from England, he, on his starring expedition, came to Boston in the middle of the season, without invi- tation or engagement. The performers combined to pre- vent his appearance, assigning as a reason that their benefits were just about to commence, and that his strong attraction would, to a great extent, interfere with their success. But John Howard Payne. 53 jealousy was doubtless at the bottom of it. The beavx esprits of the town embodied in a phalanx, and threatened the banishment of the company unless Cooper was brought forward. The manager immediately closed the theatre. A compromise ensued at once. Cooper engaged to act alternately for the house and the benefits. The theatre reopened with Cooper in Hamlet after a week's interregnum, and Cooper cleared, by the arrangement, three thousand five hundred dollars, in thirteen nights. His reception was very ardent. My young mind was enraptured; he enchanted me, though at the time I could not tell why. His deportment to me is always full of natural dignity ; his action and whole manner is chaste, vigorous, and charac- teristic, and his enunciation always fine. I shall never forget his finished style of bowing to +he audience. It acted like a mysterious magic over all, and at once made the audience his personal friends.'* 64 Life and Writings of CHAPTEE m. " There's a divinity that shapes our ends." Payne as a Dramatist. JDUREN'G Mr. Payne's visit to Paris, he became particu- larly acquainted with Sir John Cain Hobhouse, the cele- brated friend of Lord Byron. The suicide of Mr. Whitbread had made a change of the directory of Drury Lane Theatre. Some of Sir John's most intimate friends had got into power there. The Hon. Douglass Kennaird was chairman of the managing committee, and Byron was one of the leading and most influential members. Payne was already acquainted with Byron, and Sir John gave our country- man a very earnest introduction to Mr. Kennaird. It hap- pened that, during Payne's abode in Paris, the well known melodrama of the Maid and Magpie appeared there. As an exercise in his study of the French language, and with- out dreaming of ever turning his attention to dramatic writing, Payne made a free version of the piece in question. He took it with him to London, and by the merest acci- dent, while in a conversation with Mr. Kennaird, he men- tioned that he had been making a translation of the Maid and Magpie. Mr. Kennaird was delighted with the idea, looked it over, and regretted that they had one made which was far inferior. Mr. Kennaird also congratulated Mr. Payne on the hopes of his reappearance at Drury Lane. The chairman decided, however, that it was expe- dient to secure the advantage of a more favorable moment than that selected on the former. In the course of the conversation, the general interests of the theatre were dis- cussed, questions were asked about Parisian novelties. The Maid and the Magpie was naturally a subject of very John Howard Payne. 55 anxious inquiry, especially as Drury Lane had obtained a translation, and meant to bring it out almost immediately. Mr. Kennaird was so much enlightened by Mr. Payne's knowledge of the French stage, that he told Mr. Payne that he might be of great advantage both to the theatre and himself, by returning to France and remaining there, with an eye to Parisian novelties for Drury Lane, until there should be an opening to bring him out as an actor in a way that might do him justice, and advantage to the object. Under a promise to Kennaird, in the name of the committee, Mr. Payne agreed to return to Paris, and send over French pieces for Drury Lane till its directors could promote his interest as an actor, with the same zeal they promised to exercise towards him as an author. Mean- while Mr. Harris, of Covent Garden, having heard of Mr. Payne's version of the Maid and Magpie^ called upon him, and offered a hundred pounds for it, with leave to make every change in it the theatre might think fit. The bar- gain was struck, and Mr. Payne now went back to France upon the affairs of Drury Lane. From this time his career as a dramatic author commenced. That the theatre might receive every possible advantage from his exertions, Mr. Payne was so thoughtless as to listen to one of those literary adventurers who are ever on the look out for prey in crowded cities. This person had introduced himself to Mr. Payne, who was touched by the picture he drew of his wretched fortunes, and gratified with a talent he displayed for music. He thought he might at the same time serve a neglected genius, and benefit the establish- ment which seemed to be so warmly espousing his own interests. Indeed he spared no trouble or expense for the purpose of gaining advantage to Drury Lane, over the rival house. The first play he sent over was Accusation, a melo€rama in three acts ; in the manuscript of which the stage business was so thoroughly defined, that, notwith- standing its complexity, the drama was produced in the 56 Life and Writings op unprecedentedly short time of ten days following its ar- rival in London. The circumstance is mentioned as a remarkable one in the reminiscences of Dibdin, who was then stage manager. But he does not state whence the celerity arose, and takes the credit of it to himself. In- deed a system was organized by our new-fledged dramatic author, through which any w^ork might be transferred to London, with all its original beauty and finish, as soon as the news could arrive there of its first performance in the city of Paris." In the meantime the Maid and Magpie had been pro- duced by Mr. Harris, and had proved a great success. The drama of Accusation was produced for the first time, at theDrury Lane Theatre, February 1st, 1816. We have taken the following remarks on its first production and its plot from The European Magazine. The story of the drama is a pretty one and will interest our readers. " Feb. 1. Accusation ; or, the Familg of Anglade. This drama is an historical tale of domestic suflering, recorded in a French work entitled Causes Celebres." It abounds in the pathetic ; and is dramatized with considerable ingenuity of plot, as well as scenic illusion. Valmore (Wallack) is the impetuous representation of a guilty passion which he desperately cherishes for Madame d' Anglade (Miss Kelly), upon whose spirited rejection of his infamous suit, he resolves on the destruction of her husband (Rae). To this end he employs the agency of Hubert (S. Penley) who is his valet, and a most ready scoundrel. The plans of his confidant are materially assisted by his accidentally disco- vering an old friend in iniquity (Barnard) disguised as an Italian strolling musician ; who, at his instigation, meditates a political robbery on Madam.e Serval (Mrs. Glover), the aunt of Valmore, resident in the same hotel with the d'Anglades. It happens, meanwhile, that a mysterious stranger (Bartley) obtrudes unceremoniously into the pre- sence of M. d' Anglade, avowing himself to be the rightful John Howard Payne. 57 heir of certain estates inherited by M. d'Anglade under the supposition of his decease. The demands of this stern visitor are peremptory: he not only claims restitution ol his lands, but insists on instantly receiving their past revenues. M. d'Anglade, the soul of honor, had devoted much of his income to the claims of humanity ; whence he is compelled to yield, under his ill fortune, to the endear- ing solicitations of his beloved wife, who urges him to sell her jewels, and satisfy his unexpected creditor. This cir- cumstance coming to the knowledge of Hubert, he com- mits the preconcerted robbery that night, and his associate, the following morning, personates the jeweler who was expected to purchase the d'Avglade diamonds. The transfer having taken place, M. d'Anglade unconsciously becomes possessed of 4,500^. of stolen notes ; and the jewels, together with the pocket book of Madame Serval containing the remainder of the robbery, excepting 500^. are insidiously placed beneath a sofa pillow in the study. The police almost immediately enter to search the house ; and having made the arranged discovery, M. d'Anglade is torn from the embraces of his distracted wife, and committed to the city prison. Previously, however, to this latter event, the stranger reappears, professes himself the friend and advo- cate of his injured kinsman ; manfully denies the possi- bility of M. d'Anglade's guilt ; and oifers to purchase his release to the extent of his immense fortune. Madame Serval, with equal magnanimity, releases her claims ; but the law will be obeyed. At length, through the villany of the confederates, who are desirous each to cheat the other of the secreted 500^., notes to that amount are found upon Hubert. Suspicion likewise attached to a sailor ; he is taken up, and recognized as the pretended jeweler. While in separate custody, these wretches are lured into mutual recrinfination, and the whole secret is disclosed. Valmore, to avoid an ignominious death, becomes a suicide ; and oppressed virtue gloriously triumphs in revealed inno- 58 Life and Writings of cence. The performers all excelled in their respective parts ; insomuch that it would be difficult to point indivi- dual merit. There are, however, two scenes, of which we must particularly speak. The first relates to the introduc- tion of the police to M. d'Anglade's study. At this moment we lost all recollection of the public theatre. Our feelings domesticated with the agonized family, we participated in the fulness of their distress; reverencing the calm dignity with which the devoted d'Anglade sus- tained his conscious integrity, and repelled the vile sus- picion levelled at his honor; but, above all, we hailed the animated tenderness with which he repaid the conjugal aiSection so exquisitely expressed by Miss Kelly ; because we have been accustomed to see unmanly suffering superior to the claims of female attraction. This scene cannot be called acting; it is a natural unfolding of the human heart, free from assumption, and spontaneously eloquent. The other is the scene in which Madame Serval, reluctantly convinced of her nephew's guilt, undertakes to probe his conscience, and to urge him, as he values her peace and his own honor, to a vindication of her injured friend. Mrs. Glover gave consummate pathos to this high-wrought pas- sage, and Mr. Wallack's agonies were finely descriptive of a mind tortured by the conflicting emotions of remorse and personal safety. This is the finest acting we have ever seen this gentleman do. When we consider that this play was publicly exhibited on the tenth night after its transla- tion was received from the author at Paris, we are at a loss to comprehend the elegance of the new scenery, classically adapted to its representation. The gradual decline of even- ing, with advancing clouds to usher in the night, was admi- rably executed, and the returning gondolas with Chinese lanterns were beautifully effective. M. d'Anglade' s study was in the true spirit of French decoration ; and the open- ing of his window to gardens illuminated by the effects of a meridian sun, was a novelty deservedly approved. If La John Howard Payne. 69 Pic Voleuse had never been represented in this country, we are ready to believe that La Famille d'Anglade, would have excited unmixed and universal sympathy; unfortunately, they produce similar interests, although the latter confes- sedly claims priority. Let not cavillers sneer at a casual in- troduction of foreign imagery to our would-be classic boards. "Be it remembered, that Attic salt seasoned the banquet at the Roman schools ; and although French sentiment may not irradiate to the splendor of our native muse, we see no good reason why it should not be permitted to dazzle, without prejudice to the greatness of our native drama." The drama was so successful that it had a run of many consecutive nights during its first season, and for several seasons afterwards it was frequently repeated. !N"otwith- standing all Mr. Payne's devotion to the interest of Drury Lane theatre, an unlooked-for and strange difficulty started up in his path. He had warmly praised to the committee the manner in which his associate's share of an opera had been executed. Mr. Kennaird echoed the praise, and accepted the opera. The man's vanity was now excited to supplant the master. It happened, unfortunately, that the theatre was getting into embarrassment. No offer of indemnity for the vast expense Mr. Payne had incurred, had been tendered. He sent a sketch of his outlay. An eclaircissement followed, which hurried Mr. Payne forthwith to London again. The instant remuneration was asked, numerous works which had been eagerly accepted, were sent back. An opposition to Mr. Kennaird in the com- mittee endeavored to shift entirely upon his shoulders the engagement of Mr. Payne. Mr. Kennaird, at the same time, as far as possible to get rid of the consequences, and keep our countryman in check, encouraged the faith- less agent we have mentioned, who, wishing to get the employment into his own hand, had inveighed, not only against his employer's talent, but his industry and his de- mands. Even the pledge to produce him us an actor was 60 Life and Writings of subtly shunned, by the specious offer of a line of characters it was privately known he would not accept. The result was, a loss of not only his time but of upwards of two thou- sand dollars expended for the interest of Drury Lane theatre. For all the labor he had done, he received about two hundred guineas sterling (one thousand dollars). That amount, having been the sum regularly accruing from the performances of Accusation, could not be avoided. Further compensation would have been awarded had there been an appeal to the law ; but Payne was too much dis- gusted and annoyed at this tissue of sordid and paltry in- trigues, not to be glad that the affair should drop. Indeed, he felt himself too unfriended and alone even to dream of further struggling ; and it so happened that another open- ing immediately arose, which withdrew his attention from the ill treatment of old Drury and her myrmidons. In the midst of this dilemma, Howard Payne had a visit from Mr. Harris of the Covent Garden theatre ; that gentleman expressed his regret at the conduct of the rival house, and offered him an engagement at Covent Garden, both literary and theatrical, and said that he would put it in so specific a form as to render disappoint- ment impossible. For these services he offered three hundred guineas for the general attention of Mr. Payne to the benefit of the establishment during the season, and stipulated to bring him out as an actor, with further and independent compensation, and allowing him also to select his own plays and characters." This was satisfactory to Mr. Payne, and he was secured. For his literary aid there was a still further provision. He was to acquaint the management with all the novelties which might appear abroad. Should a free translation be required, he was to make it asd receive fifty pounds, and should the manage- ment then have him make an ada{)tation of it, he was to obtain a further recompense to the full extent regularly paid to authors, viz : about the rate of one thousand dollars John Howard Payne. 61 a play. This engagement, which could not have been dictated by any but a liberal spirit, was forthwith accepted, and it led to great intimacy between the manager and Mr. Payne. Unfortunately, however, they were known to be daily closeted upon the affairs of the theatre. The nature of the engagement was not understood, but Payne was suspected of havijig great influence and to be dangerous. Favorites have no friends. The first discontentedness was brought about by the interference of the hack writers about the establishment with a right implied in the literary clause of his contraxit. Versions of his were given to others to work up. Some of his pieces, thus obtained, became stock plays. A second source of disquietude ori- ginated in the postponement of his announcement to act. It chanced unluckily that Macready had been engaged just before hira. To Payne was intrusted much of the machinery of this actor's success, at the time. That being secured, the manager was reminded that the season was wearing away. Mr. Harris, at length, determined to keep his word. Adelgitha was the play fixed for his debut. We have now before us the bills of Covent Garden, in which the play altered by our author is cast as follows : Guiscard, . . . Mr. Young. Michael Ducas, - - Mr. Macready. Adelgitha, - . - Miss O^l^eil. Lothair, . - . John Howard Payne. This announcement was on the bills of the 20th, 22d, 23d, and 24th of February, 1817, and the bills of the 25th, 26th, 27th, and 28th; it is promised to be positively performed on the following Tuesday, but, on Saturday, March 1st, and Monday, 3d, it is changed again to the Saturday fol- lowing, and then never mentioned more. How, it may be asked, did this happen ? Those who are versed in green- room mysteries, can perhaps answer. There are no lead- ing men of any profession who like to be leading objects more than actors. It is a great fault in the profession 62 Life and Writings of everywhere. In Payne's case with Adelgitha, every time the tragedy was announced for performance some one of the three leading actors named in the cast was sud- denly taken sick. In the interim, Passion week put in its appearance. On that occasion the London theatres were usually closed, but those elsewhere continued open. Payne was now invited to perform daring the week at Bath, where he was received with great enthusiasm, and could have played another week with equally great success, but other engagements of stars in the theatre prevented him. On his return to London, unluckily, in springing from the coach, he sprained his ancle which laid him up for several weeks. ]N"ow that he was unable to appear, all the other actors announced that they were ready for Adel- githa. Too plainly was advantage taken of his accident. Besides, the envious about the theatre, during Payne's con- finement, embraced the opportunity to cool the manager against him, by persuading the withdrawal of Adelgitha on the sole ground of ridiculous superstition. Mr. Harris then offered to bring out Mr. Payne in all of Mr. Charles Kemble's parts, with whom at the time Mr. Harris was at variance. But then to oppose an actor so well liked and upheld by the public, would have been an act of madness on the part of Payne, and he therefore, in the most manly manner, refused to do anything of the sort. Angry communications followed in which Mr. Harris up- braided Payne for complaining of his treatment as an actor, when, as an author, he had received from the theatre that season more than he had brought to it. Mr. Payne protested against the unfairness of the charge, because he had been bound down to act under the dictations of the manager. " Shall Mr. Harris blame the instrument because he did not know how to work it, and would not be instructed? " Of this it was not long before Payne convinced Mr. Harris. At this time, Payne observed that the great Kean was somewhat languishing in public favor from more than one John Howard Payne. 63 cause, and that the Drury Lane required some new attrac- tion to lift up its then declining fortunes. The idea struck Payne that a new five-act play, suiting the peculiar powers of Mr. Kean, would revive the business of DruryLane, and the fortunes of the tragedian. He had read several plays on the subject of Brutus in as many languages, and concluded that it was just the subject. He at once constructed his new tragedy, and concluding that it was in good shape, although not finished to his perfect liking, he took it to the chairman of the Drury Lane management, by whom it was read, he in turn immediately sent for Mr. Kean, and he at once took hold of it with avidity, and said that he did not conceive it capable of improvement. It was decided to produce it. Mr. Payne was sent for, he declined producing it without a little more polishing, which he did in a few days. It was accepted, and the production of the tragedy was placed in his hands. He made all the plans for the scenery and stage sets, overlooked the making of the pro- perties, and costumes and placed the piece upon the stage with such historical accuracy as had very seldom been seen upon the English stage. The tragedy was produced for the first time on Thursday evening, December 3d, 1818. The play at once met with the most marked success, and was performed to crowded houses for twenty-three con- secutive nights, and would have continued without abate- ment, had it not been for other arrangements of the management, and the holidays, stepping in for the purpose of pantomime and such other performances as were impera- tive with all theatres at such seasons. However, the holiday season over, Brutus was reproduced on January 13th, and was that season continued up to fifty -three nights. The cast of the play, the costumes, and the scenery were spoken of by the press in the highest terms. As we have in our pos- session an original play-bill of the eighteenth night, we here insert a/ac simile, which is worthy of preservation. 64 Life and Writings of Last Night of the Company's performing till the Holidays Eighteenth Night of the New Tragedy. THEATRE ROYAL, DRURY-IiANE. This Evening, WEDNESDAY, December 23, 1818, Hia Majesty's Servants will perform, (18ff E3 r' I T7 Under tlu dinrtion »f th, fri< ikIm "( m. r^il nn ,t„d the driima •••Warf br theVoJunt«-r«l hiH- iBi-i.t ,,f ti,.- :..,uA »,ili tl,.m»;;.- In CufUI'illli- u\. fr.lli 11:- '• JOHN HOWARD PAYNE. Oa tut oeCMlmi. in addtthw to tba rttiOmt cimpaor «f the Park Tiieatfe, tiie foUowlog la4tM Mui |«i. a— wa, flromTwrtoMyrtoof the Dnttcd guto Ii»t«. In the nmOit* tatA\*w\A»mm* mmam, tendered their raloable arrricc* : MISS FAJTNY KElCBIiE, HISS HUaHBS, MISS BOCK, MH8 BABITBS, MISS WAHINO. MB. C. KEMBLE. MB. J. "W. WAIiLAOK, MB. O. BABBE'i^T, MB. T. ▲. COOFEB, MB E. VOBBE8T. MB. C. HOBVE, •nd MB. 3. B. SCOTT, or the Arch street theatre, Philadelphia, hi« firMt appearance In this city. Thursday Evening, November 20th, 1832, Will ix- iH-rtinvoKi itm Bbrtorlcal Tra«nly of Or, Hie Fall of TfUfitiin, WHITTEN HV .JOH.N MOW Locios Jmrraa BBUTCitt. Mk. Fohkbst. Titos, .. Mu. KCO'IT. CoLLATWt;*, .. Mb. B.MIKKTT. 8BZTi7fl, .. M«. CLAKK. Awry, .. Mk. BAKKY. '''Atr)ir> Mk. KEPPLLE, Vai.kiim*. MB.BLAKBLEY, LttisETii- Mr. XEXSEN. IloiiAi! . Mil KM lUNfJS. CKLItH. . Mm < '<\\V W Ki.AviL-«. Ml:. 11 \i:\ i;v C'EXTfKION. ., Ml; I'O'vi.V MEiweiieeR, .. . Mn ( OM.KTT, latCmzEX, .. . -Mil IIAVJ>«N, «d " ,. .Mii. KINfJ. 3d " .. .Mil. .JOll.NHON. „ Senators. Lictors. Ouards, etc.. TtTLLiA. .. Miw. BAIt.VKS. 1 \'mmrr.m MiscSMlTH. Taaioiitia, .. Mm. SHARP. l Vkwtai., .. MKti. CO-NWAY. LucRBTu Mus WAKING. | Lavijiia Mrs. DURIE. ATHOL rUK T«AUKI>T MB& ROABP. wm apMfc an ADDBEMi written for the oecMion, and MR. JOJIBB wlU aio( the ftOSO of HOME, SWEET HOME! From Ifx. Pajrac'a opera of Clan : r^.tlow . TAri>OR Mk Kl^URR, Mi:. KKMnr^B Baptista M i: r. I , \ K KLKY HORTBHBIO, ,. Ml! NK.XSK.V. OBUiiio. .. Mb. PLACniK. Music Master,.. .. Mb. POVEY. BiO!irDBL,ix> Mb. RIOHINGS. Pkdbo. ., Mb. COLLET. XATHAjeiEl., .. Mt: .JOHN'' Pktbb, Mi; IIAYKKN. i'AtoK, .. Mil <;oN\VAY. Katkerixk, n»t time In Amerlcnf. Miss KEMBLB. Biaxca, .. Mmi. DURIE. Clktw, . Mbs.WHEATLEY. MB. COOPEB has oblixingly consented to recite in the coarse of the evening AT.ETATrPEB'S FAUST. To ojficliide wi(h X\v. ',v>med3r of CHARLES THE SECOND, WKITTEN by JOHN HOWARD PAYNE. Capt. Copp (studied for the occasion). Mr. WALLACE. Chablss thb Seoohd. Mb. BARRETT. Mb. RICUIXOS. Edward (the page, with aongs), Mb. JONES. Mabt Copp (with aoogs) Mm* ROCK. LaotClaba Mb*. SHARP- I be ctuMd and admUtanecoWabied only hatladieaareeowloctcdtoell«it»lc aMto, iwfB be adiBtttod than can bceoBreoloitiraccoainwNlated with piaeca^ It to reqaeMed * -* -' - • -" ' -• iitmimeA on arrieaL Carrtaffea wU be In atleadaace t« tafce ctMiv* of MM ao nar^mogHWIB be advttted than can b« eoBreokaitlr accoB ttit carrtaMMppraaeh the theatue from Braadwajr. a«d «bat they be baatttae doorloeoavcy the CMnpaay home. SoltaMa pensoa wU hata^ claafca, etc Doors open at ff o'clocit : Performance to commence at half past six. PrUe of TiehetB : Boxe» and. Pit, Five DolUtrt) Oaltery , On4e Dollar, Majr be had at the Box-ofllce. 15 114 Life and Writings of A stronger cast was never placed on an American play- bill. The house was filled from pit to gallery, and the audience was the most elegant and intellectual ever assem- bled within the walls of Park theatre, " The old Drury of America." The receipts of the night was over seven thou- sand dollars. At the close of the performance there was a loud and general call for Mr. Payne. He responded to the call, the Evening Post says : " he was at first embarrassed but presently recovered, and the grace of his manner, the sweetness of his voice, the clearness of his enunciation affected the audience with a sort of surprise." His speech was frequently interrupted by deafening applause. The Post reported his speech as follows : "My honored countrymen, my most valued friends, I thought I should have been better prepared for the emo- tions of this moment ; but it is long, very long, since I stood in person before the public, and so immeasurably is the anticipation from my wildest dream exceeded by what I now experience, that I am compelled to cast myself upon your indulgence, and shall I not do so, without apprehen- sion, having the " beautiful and the brave," the wise and the wealthy ; clustering in one unequalled galaxy of lofty and of liberal hearts; that, for any thing, depending upon kindness, it is impossible to look to you in vain ? Grant me your pardon, then, if I am incompetent to acknow- ledge that kindness as I ought; for it is your own goodness that paralyzes the power to thank you, and I am dazzled, surprised, overwhelmed. " "When I think that, in this place, three and twenty years ago, my youthful steps first ventured before the public, feelings and associations rush through my memory, for which my own sympathies will find a language, that my tongue seeks in vain. The very theatre in which I stood has been leveled to the ground, and, though I am upon the same spot, there remains no vestige of the stage which the fond fancies of a boy arrayed in all the charms and John Howard Payne. 115 promises of fairy-land. Since then, the character of my ambition has changed ; yet I remember " Such things were, and were most precious," and the retrospect becomes the more touching to myself, now that I appear on it for the last time, and bid it, formally and eternally, farewell. It is high satisfaction to me that my adieu to the stage, and my return to my home, should be marked by an event, which, to all Americans who devote themselves to litera- ture and the arts, will give a glorious lesson. It will show them that they belong to a country which is incapable of forgetting her sons. Let those sons, whatever their dis- comforts, toil on, and not despair, for the time will come, when they shall be nobly recollected. For myself I do not acquiesce in the testimonial of this night, under any vanity regarding my own claims, which can mislead me as to its real incentive ; but I have a deep sense of the responsi- bility imposed on me by this unprecedented kindness ; and believe me, my excellent friends, believe me, my beloved countrymen, it will be my study and the prayer and the perpetual hope of my future life, to render myself worthy of the present moment and of a country of which I was ever proud, and now, since I have seen other coun- tries, am yet more proud than ever, and of a city in whose far-sighted and graceful and generous and gallant acts, hourly I witness fresh motives for exulting that it is my distinction to have been born her son." " On the day following, a card was sent to him for a pub- lic dinner at the City Hotel, from ' a number of his fellow citizens, uniting the feelings of personal friendship with those which had actuated the acknowledgment of his efforts in the cause of literature and the drama,' and who were ' anxious no longer to delay adding their welcome to his native city, to the one already so properly given by its inhabitants at large.' In accepting the invitation, he wrote : ' It is superfluous for me to say, that I am gratified by your attention ; and, although a public dinner is by no means a 116 Life and Writings of distinction to which my humble labors can have given me any claims, — as the one to which you do me the honor of inviting me, is suggested as the welcome of personal friend- ship, I should be sorry to incur the suspicion of careless- ness of your kindness, by not meeting you at the time you mention.' On Saturday Dec. 1st, the dinner took place. It was largely attended by the first literary and professional persons in New York and some from Philadelphia; and spoken of as one of the most entertaining of such assem- blies. On Mr. Payne's entrance into the ante-room, he was presented with a letter from the Benefit Committee, offi- cially acquainting him with the proceedings on that occasion. Isaac S. Hone, Esq., was in the chair. Gen. Prosper M. Wetmore was the first vice-president, and Col. George P. Morris, second. The cloth being removed, Mr. Hone closed a most eloquent speech with the following toast : " ' Our distinguished countryman ; John Howard Payne : The family of literature welcomes him to the home whose praises he has so sweetly sung.' " As soon as the acclamations with which this toast was received, had subsided, Mr. Payne replied " ' Since my arrival in America, I find, Mr. President, that the phrases of gratitude are less various than the forms in which my countrymen display their kindness. Only two evenings since, it became my duty to attempt the acknow- ledgment of an unique attention, unprecedented in its ele- gance and delicacy and munificence; and now a welcome greets me in another shape, yet I can only give utterance to my feelings in the same simple assurance of how deeply I am obliged. Little could I have fancied in the first hour of my return, that I should have had such liberalities to speak of, that I should have been blest with such friends to make my native city more than ever dear to me ! Sir, the omens of that hour, and even of days which followed, would have driven a superstitious man back, and he would have returned no more. After an absence of twenty years — John Howard Payne. 117 that little lifetime, twenty years! — when uproused one morning by intelligence that the pilot was on board, and our ship within hail of the shore — I flew on deck. A tempest raged. The angel of death seemed careering in the clouds, and flinging around lightnings which almost made each one of us expect his own last moment in the following flash. But the storm cleared, and I beheld the fair city of my birth enthroned upon her beautiful waters, and I rejoiced in belonging to such a mother, and that my weary pilgrimage had closed at such a home ! But this succession of emotions was but symbolical of deeper ones to which I yet was destined ; for, when my steps sought the spots to which in earlier life they were accustomed, I found a severer darkness frowning over them in the pestilence, and houses untenanted, or most of those which had inhabit- ants, in tears and mourning. When I asked for many a friend of years gone by, I was pointed to the tomb. But presently the streets began to brighten into what they were ; many a warm hand renewed the earnest grasp so long ago remembered ; the welcome of many a departed parent smiled on me in their children : until at length I beheld the memories of a former day gathering the lovely and the gallant, and the intellectual, and the affluent, in one splendid circle, where I could almost fancy the spirits of some of the long-buried dead, who would have united at that moment with the living — hovering o'er a scene which made me forget the humbleness of my own desert in ex- ultation for the glorious privilege of once again exclaiming, as I gazed before me — ' The wanderer has a home, and it is here.' " ' You have alluded, Mr. President, to my long residence abroad, and I thank you for the opportunity of mention- ing those whom I have j ust quitted. My career has, indeed, been a very chequered one, but I am not aware that its infelicities have exceeded those inherent in a literary life without advantages. In my earlier ramblings, I am bound 118 Life and Writings of to remember France and the revered friendship of Talma; I should also speak of the hospitalities of Liverpool and her lamented Roscoe ; and when in Ireland, welcomed by her O'Connell and her Phillips, and myriads of the warm- hearted and enlightened, I said to the people of Dublin : ' My countrymen shall be told from my experience that an American may make friends in other lands, but in grateful Erin he shall find a home,' and I should be glad to know that there are any present belonging to that country, for they would not let it be forgotten that my word to Dublin eighteen years ago, is now fulfilled with pride and thank- fulness, to my native city of ]S"ew York. In the great metropolis, London, I have endured struggles — bitter, heart-breaking struggles — but it should be understood that in a place overthronged with so much bustling competition, it is hard for any aspirant to escape unbruised. My own country would think me unworthy of her, could I deem it any recommendation to her favor, to suppress the truth that I have found the land of my birth by no means so undervalued as we are taught to fancy, in the land which I, for so many years, have made that of my residence. I have experienced cordial friendship from every rank, and, though sometimes hardly dealt with by little minds from sordid motives, I have been sustained by great ones, from the most disinterested. Nay, I must not except some of the aristocracy itself from especial praise for qualities adapted to make members of that order respected even in America, where we do not value them for their rank. When I have been sinking, the support of such men as the Devonshires, the Seagraves, the Mulgraves, has been ac- corded to me, with an elegance and promptitude, for which I am aware I am less indebted to my own merits than to their honor for a country, which I felt the prouder of, when I found it a passport to the kindness of persons with a nobility beyond their coronets. But, perhaps there would be required no better testimonial of the good will John Howard Payne. 119 « of that nation toward ours, in all matters connected with literature and the arts, than the cordial alacrity with which the most distinguished representatives of the British drama last Thursday came forward in support of an American. K I single Mr. Kemble and Mr. Wallack from the rest, it is not because I think the attention of one person on such an occasion less complimentary than that of another; but that it enables me to mention how much my gratification was, under all the circumstances, enhanced, in seeing my reception from my native city graced by those who so many years have been the rival managers of the two great theatres of London with which I have been principally connected. " ' Mr. President, had I not already detained you too long, I might have attempted to say something upon other points of your address, though I should tremble to approach a subject which had been touched by your eloquence. My feelings for the literature of the drama, and my sense of its importance to the community, must be inferred from my past attention to it; and will, I trust, be obvious from my future efforts to desire a place among those of my countrymen, who have shown, and some very recently, the power of achieving great things for our fame to come, in this most difficult pursuit. Though, as I believe, the earliest native adventurer in the representative department of the drama, I myself have voluntarily withdrawn from the course, with my young countryman, who so nobly wears the laurels, I once so longed to win, (need I say Edwin Forrest?) the destinies of native acting where they are sure to be borne up proudly. But it is time I should release you ; and, if I may still be permitted to pursue my strain of egotism, I would ask you to allow me to close with the mention of the three names which are dear to me; two, as my earliest patrons in this my native city, and one, as a warm and most devoted friend ; and I do not know that I ever again shall have so fitting an opportunity of paying them the tribute they deserve from me, as among 120 Life and Writings of those who have shown their spirit towards me in later life, though in a different form. I would, therefore, Mr. Presi- dent, beg leave to propose, without further preamble, " ' The memories of William Coleman, John E. Seaman, and Joseph D. Fay.' " Mr. Payne no sooner resumed his seat, than the follow- ing ode, written for the occasion, by Samuel Woodworth, Esq., was recited by Mr. J. J. Adams, the actor. Payne's Welcome. TtTNE — '' Scots, who' haey Braid the wreath, the chaplet twine, Weave the laurel with the vine, Taste and mirth shall here combine, To grace our revelry. Native genius claims our praise, Tell his worth in tuneful lays. Crown him with o'er shadowing bays, Blooming verdantly. Freedom's sons who cease to roam, Thus receive a welcome home, Here beneath her temple's dome, Where her anthems swell. List to him whose magic quill. Moulds our passions to his will, Waking feeling's sweetest thrill, We the tribute pay. List to him, whose classic lyre Can the oldest heart inspire. With a glow of patriot fire, That can ne'er decay. Does he not our hearts appall. In the despot Tar quints fall ? Does not sweet Lucretia call Tears of sympathy ? John Howard Payne. 121 Does not Richelieu impart Tremors to the " Broken Heart ? " Do not gems of pity start For his Oswali f Lo ! the magic wand he waves ! Kings and courtiers burst their graves ; Charles^ with all his merry knaves, Joins in revelry. Clari and TMr6se are here, See the white maid, too, appear ! " Home, Sweet Home ! " salutes the ear, Dear to memory. Hail him welcome to the shores Where bright Freedom's eagle soars, Where her temple's open doors Welcome all the free ! Where in academic bowers. Shadowed by her loveliest flowers, Once he passed the sweetest hours Of careless infancy. Bard, beloved by all the nine, Minstrel of the lyre divine, Fadeless honors shall be thine, Through futurity. Take the wreath from friendship's hand. Woven by this festive band, Welcome to thy native land — Land of Liberty. " The toasts and speeches were very numerous ; but the only one we have room to repeat is an exceedingly appro- priate one, which was much admired at the time, and was given bv Mr. Redwood Fisher. " * J. philosophy more refined than that of the Stoics — The Pleasure of receiving — Payne." ' 16 122 Life and Writings of In a few weeks after Mr. Payne's grand receptions at the Park theatre and at the City Hotel, he was invited by some old friends to Boston, where lay the scenes of his childhood. He accepted the invitation and his recep- tion was most flattering. 'No sooner had he arrived than plans were laid for a complimentary benefit at the Tre- mont theatre, to take place on the 3d of April, 1833, and, although the theatre oiSPered no facilities equal to those at the Park theatre, yet the affair went off with eclat The performance consisted of selections from the various pro- ductions of Mr. Payne, viz : the one-act comedietta of Love in Humble Life, the drama of Therese, The Lances, Charles II, and an address by Park Benjamin. On this occasion, the box tickets were placed at three dollars each, and the rest of the house at one dollar. By some mismanagement, a portion of the citizens, who felt warmly towards Mr. Payne, were dissatisfied, and only the higher classes in the city attended. The house, though unprecedentedly brilliant, was unexpectedly thin in num- bers ; besides, other things conspired to injure the success of the undertaking. " The Kembles were announced to appear shortly. The night was unpropitious, preceding, as it did, the general fast, when many families leave the city to unite in social gatherings." The following address was spoken by Mrs. Barrett : Address. Could some enchantress, by her magic spell, Fair as Love's Groddess from her ocean-shell, Chase the dim vapors that conceal the past, And o'er Time's sea a tender radiance cast ; What various scenes, to gladden and surprise, Would to your view, in bright succession, rise ! Alas! our age has unromantic grown. And fancy is the sole enchantress known. Invoke her aid, and from her starry bower, She may descend to gild the passing hour. John Howard Payne. 123 Through the long vista of departed years, What vision first, in Fancy's light, appears ? See yonder group of happy playmates stand Round one who seems the leader of the band I His cheek is blushing with the rose's bloom. Why o'er his forehead waves a crimson plume ? His form for Cupid's well might be adored. Why is it girded with the glittering sword ? He speaks — the group disperse — now formed once more, Behold on air a silken banner soar. In serried ranks, with measured steps, they come. Hark ! the shrill fife and spirit-stirring drum. What field is this ? Who leads this gallant train ? 'Tis Boston Common — Captain Howard Payne. The scene is changed — lo ! in the still midnight, A lonely student, by his lamp's faint light. Pale is his cheek — his eye all dim with tears; Can such deep grief belong to childhood's years ? A son, his tribute of affection pays — To her whose smile had blest Life's early days. Can this frail student be the radiant boy Whose heart so late was redolent of joy? Ah, yes ! immured in Learning's cloistered shade, Like a caged eagle's, does his spirit fade. Once more a change of scene — and such a change ! A stage — a theatre — how brightly strange I A simple lad, in cap-and-tartan dress. Yet proud his bearing and superb his crest — " My name is Norval." Norval ! can it be ? Transformed so quickly ! that sweet voice — 'tis he ! That smile — lip curled in high disdain. That graceful form — nine cheers for Master Payne ! Let blushing honors gather round his fame — This " happy deed shall gild his humble name;" For the wide stage his youthful footsteps press, To shield a much-loved father from distress : And, greeted thus by richly-earned applause, " Who shall resist him in a parent's cause ?" Loud were the praises that his welcome gave, In l^at far land beyond th' Atlantic wave. There, like a halo, on his young brow fell The laurel-garland he has worn so well ! 124 Life and Writings of Another change — within so brief a span, Has this fair boy become a serious man ? 'Tis true — but sacred in his bosom glows A fire like that which burns 'mid Alpine snows: Though tempests shatter the volcano's throne, Though Winter belt him with an icy zone, Still do the splendors of his lofty head On regions round a sun-like lustre shed. So Genius, left to poverty and woe, Whose rending thoughts the world can never know, In its lone majesty, all coldly shrined, Throws its broad gleam along the realms of mind. A change of scene — the nearest and the last, We need no spirit to reveal the past ; For, lo ! 'tis present and before you now. The warrior-child, with sword and plumed brow ; The student, bending o'er the written page ; The actor, proudly marching on the stage ; The author, bringing forms to life and light, Which, here reflected, you may see to-night — At length has come — Heaven grant no more to roam To his own native land, his '* Home, sweet home ! " At the close of the address, there arose a loud cry for Mr. Payne. He at once appeared, and spoke to the au- dience as follows : " The sound of his well-remembered voice," says the Commercial Advertiser, " was familiar to our ears, and, while all the boyish softness has given place to a more manly tone, it still is as musical as ever." " My kind-hearted Friends ! — (You will, I know, for- give my informality in thus addressing you — called to an interview like this, how were it possible I should adopt a phrase more ceremonious ?) — I little expected ever again to hail the intellectual beauties, and the graver worth and talent, of this early-valued city, from the stage; but surely I shall not be regarded as rescinding by it my resignation of a pursuit once so dear to me — for I should indeed be unmeriting the warmth with which you bid me welcome, were I capable of meeting you as an actor now. John Howard Payne. 125 " I remember in my rovings among distant lands, to have heard one of the last of the bards, himself in solitude, en- chanting with his harp the picturesque solitudes of his native Wales. ' Three things restored,' exclaimed the minstrel, ' give back to the worn and tired of the world, the hopes and cheeriness of youth : the food with which in childhood we were nourished ; the climate where we were in childhood reared ; the train of thought by which in child- hood we were amused.' When, amid the inconveniences of a struggling and a troubled life abroad, recollections of the land I had quitted were rekindled by our writers, and 'the woods where I had dwelt pleasantly rustled their green leaves in the song, and our streams were there with the sound of all their waters,' — even the idea of home — ' fraught with the fragrance of home-dwelling joys, would reanimate the drooping spirit, as the Arabian breeze will sometimes waft the freshness of the distant fields to the weary pilgrim of the desert.' If bare remembrance of such joys could thus charm away discomfort, how must I feel since I have found myself in the actual possession of all concerning which, I, for so many years, have only been permitted to dream ; realizing that the promise of the poet of Wales was not a fiction ! And where can I realize it more touchingly than in that spot, which, if it did not give me birth, inspired my earliest impressions ? where every step reminds me of some sweet hour of infancy ? where I scarcely move without being greeted by the smile of some companion of departed days, or some engaging event of the morning of my existence ? Nay, in glancing around me here, it may be that there can some be found, at this time chieftains of renown, whom, in the mimic grandeur of military pomp as a boy-warrior, I was myself the first to lead to glory over the old Common, with true martial valor, never Pinching even from the squibs by jealous urchins flung at us on election days ; and others, who from the press, the bar or the senate, have won still greater honors 126 Life and Writings of than those for which we once contended in the school-room or the college. Indeed, I cannot but exult in the manly and the wholesome feeling, which, during my recent visit, regardless of the differences since created by fortune or position, has animated numbers in extending to the return- ing wanderer the hand of cordial recognition, and of kind- ness even fraternal. Many, long since gone from the earth, would have this night brought hither hearts as warm as the warmest which are now beating here ; and there was one, most nearly and most dearly allied to me, who would not, could his spirit witness what has passed since my ar- rival, be unmoved by the evidence that out of the many, who from him and from some of his family, derived the first impulse to knowledge, there should yet be those remain- ing who affectionately, in me, remember him and them. " But I trust it is on higher grounds than any merely per- sonal, that I have acquiesced in this opportunity of express- ing to you my thanks. The awakening of public feeling upon such an occasion, is only of importance as it proves a dawning enthusiasm regarding points of national taste and literature. If, by so humble a pretext as my poor claims, the slightest interest can be excited, the tendency is likely to rise into something which must, ultimately, elicit genius worthy of every honor. To my high-hearted and liberal friends in a neighboring city, I predicted that the disposi- tion which there so splendidly and so spontaneously dis- played itself towards me, would prompt similar encourage- ments to others, and it did ; and, should such a disposition continue, we may ere long expect for every thing intellec- tual the bright day when ' delicate spirits' shall never again, like Ariel in the cloven pine of Bermuda, only be disco- verable among the treasures of the new world, by cries of anguish and by supplications for relief "Would you rival other lands in literature ? Give it advantages. Do not be content with leaving literature, like virtue, to be its own reward. For myself, allow me to repeat my earnest grati- John Howard Payne. 127 tude that, in my case, another assurance should have been suggested that my countrymen begin to think upon such matters in a way which will be sure to rivet all hearts which take an interest in them, to our native land. My own, at a distance, has for many years gloried in the majesty of our eagle's flight : but my admiration cannot but deepen into love, the more I feel what warmth and comfort dwell be- neath her wings." It seems that, besides the ill-selected night for Mr. Payne's testimonial, and the fact of the Kembles being announced shortly to appear, that some invidious person, one of those who seem to live for no other purpose than to fiud fault, and to stab at the finest feelings and intelli- gence of others, saw fit on this occasion to depreciate, through one of the papers, the efforts of Mr. Payne as a dramatist, and also to stigmatize the testimonial offered to him by the citizens of Boston, as an act of charity. On this conduct, the following remarks were made by the spirited editor of the old New York Mirror. Mr. Payne's Benefit at Boston. " The complimentary theatrical festival offered to Mr. Howard Payne in Boston, seems to have been less cleverly managed than that given in Kew York. It was attended, however, by a galaxy of beauty and fashion, represented as exceeding any thing of the kind ever before witnessed in that city ; but the time chosen was, from a variety of causes, unfavorable — the bill had little attraction, and the audience was not so crowded as every one anticipated. The papers are warm in their eulogies of Mr. Payne, with the excep- tion, we believe, of one discordant voice, which emits some- thing about charity, very inappropriate to, and quite uncalled for hf the occasion. "It is a pity, if the friends of Mr. Payne, as an actor, an author, and a man, and the friends, also, of dramatic litera- 128 Life and Writings of ture in general, may not have ttie privilege of awarding to him a compliment on his return to his native country, with- out opposition from people who, if they do not assist, might at least refrain from interfering. In regard to the pe- cuniary profit of the benefits to Mr. Payne, they are just as much charitable donations, as the sums paid to Walter Scott by his publishers ; the subscription-money received by an editor, the fee handed to a lawyer, or the reward allowed to any artisan or artist who receives a quid pro quo. The Boston Evening Gazette says, ' averaging the perform- ance of plays by Mr. Payne at twenty in Boston each sea- son, it would take more than one year, acting every night, Sunday not excepted, to have got through the number of actual representations we have had of his pieces.' " For all this, the author had been but inadequately paid abroad, and not at all here. We trust he will not find his praises of " Home, sweet home" overwrought. Is it charity, then, in us to express to him our appreciation of his various and beautiful productions, and to put that expression in a form which will be as useful as it is honorable to him ? A number of physicians rendered services to the people in this and other cities, during the prevalence of the late epi- demic. Some of them have been presented with compli- mentary tokens of regard, and a few with money. Is this charity ? On the death of Dr. Dwight, his works were col- lected and published, and the proceeds of their sale appro- priated to the use of his family. Was this charity ? It must be remarked, also, that Mr. Payne was invited from London, to receive in this, his native country, the identi- cal compliments, the conferring of which is now beheld so enviously by certain individuals." It is a relief to know that there was but one paper in Boston that had the littleness to assault Mr. Payne, and to accuse him of having appealed for public charity, while it found fault with him for not having been born in Boston. " He had better go back to London," it said, " where he JuuN Howard Payne. 129 has spent so many years of his life, and there seek the com- pensation for his labors, which he now desires to obtain from our fellow citizens." To this gratuitous tirade of the Atlas, the Boston Transcript made the following reply. " We may set it down as a general rule that no man can receive notice without provoking enmity; for, as Shake- speare says, ' It is the bright day which brings forth the adder' ; and in reference to our own country, the idea has been amusingly amplified in a manner which may not be inapplicable : ' The same sun whose plastic power decks the blooming temples of Flora with chaplets, and bows the broad shoulders of autumn with luxuriance, quickens from the chrysalis the spleeny race of musquitoes, and operates like galvanism on the torpid venom of the rattlesnake.' For shame ! charity, forsooth ! Here is an early townsman of our own — himself and his family well known and highly respected here for years — and whose youthful connection with Boston, while abroad whenever he was spoken of ad- vantageously there, has uniformly been most pompously paraded. Well, this townsman produces a vast number of plays, which are uniformly successful. These plays are caught at by our managers with avidity. For sixteen years they constitute stock pieces on our stage. Averaging the performance of plays by Mr. Payne at twenty-five in Bos- ton each season, it would take more than one year, acting every night, Sundays not excepted, to have got through the number of actual representations we have had of his pieces. The average is doubtless much beyond our statement ; for, even since his present short visit to Boston, pieces from his pen {not including the three on Wednesday, which would swell the sum to fourteen) have been acted eleven times. To one of these, the White Maid, brought out even under his very eyes, the managers had no right whatever. They acted it against Mr. Payne's wish. It was never pub- lished. The manuscript was clandestinely obtained from London. Mr. Payne might have legally prevented its ap- 17 130 Life and Writings of pearance or forced the managers to jpay him thrice as much as his benefit has been said to have yielded. But he allowed the Tremont managers to reap the advantage, which they regarded as sufficient to justify them not only in paying three " stars" and extra choristers and musicians, but in complimenting Mr. Sinclair with a magnificent gold watch and chain and other appendages, (costing nearly two-thirds as much as, after the house-expenses of the festival are paid, the benefit will produce), and which Mr. Sinclair displays at parties as the tribute to him from the theatre for the success of his acting the principal character in an opera by Mr. Payne ! What is done for Mr. Payne all this time ? Do the managers show him any attention? They do. They allow his friends to take the theatre on paying a much greater sum than could be brought into it by any other means, at such a time, and to give him a benefit, as some remuneration for what his countrymen have enjoyed in gratification, and the theatre itself in profit, for sixteen years from his labors. The benefit is given. The gentle- men who give it, following the high example of IlTew York, handsomely ofifer any praise to be derived from so proper a tribute, to the city generally. All things, where the many are concerned, must originate with the few ; and in such matters, the few necessarily represent, in the first instance, the many. The elegance and fashion of Boston turn out, but the pecuniary result is unworthy of such a city, unworthy of such an occasion. What follows? Mr. Payne is represented as a supplicator for public charity and an undeserving one ! We have scarcely patience to repeat an imputation so disgraceful to the maker ! At the very moment that we write, we see a man sticking play- bills all over the town for Mr. Pelby's benefit on Monday evening, announcing John Howard Payne's tragedy of Brutus, probably for the hundred and fiftieth time in Bos- ton, as the great attraction, and yet, while this is doing, we have to screen Mr. Payne from the dirt thrown at him in John Howard Payne. 131 our *' literary emporium" as accepting a charity in accept- ing a benefit welcome for himself! Had it been a charity, it would have been rather an unchristian thing among a religious people, and rather an ungracious one among a polite people, to have spoken of it as such ; and looking at the amount, it would have been somewhat of a reflection upon a liberal people, to have shown themselves incapa- ble of a better. But being a civility, and a civility not claimed by Mr. Payne, but offered to him by the patrons of the theatre, is it not rather hard that it should be ren- dered only a source of insult and of discomfort to a gentleman whose deportment during between two and three months that he has been among us, has been uniformly such as to secure him not only respect but friendship ? And that, even of many who have been influenced against him by the petty tricks which are always set in motion by the malignant to depress the popular ; and who have been astonished at their prejudices the moment they have been favored with his acquaintance ? Let our countryman be assured that such is not the feeling of our city; nor is there any one among us who enters at all into the paltry slurs attempted to be cast upon him for having remained so long abroad. Let those who go to see his Brutus on Monday evening, say whether, since he has been away, from us his writings have not upheld those principles most dear to us as Americans; and judge whether we ought not to value him even almost as much as we are expected to do some who have remained among us, to display feelings of which we have every reason to be ashamed. No, let our distant friends be certain that Boston people disclaim with indignation such a course of conduct as has been attempted to be ascribed to them on this occasion ; although we are^orry to say there are now and then one or two to be found among us who get something like our east wind in their heads and their hearts, which blows no good to themselves or to any body else. But as to the question 132 Life and Writings of whether the leading people of Boston had anything to do with the complimentary part of this affair, that will, we conceive, need no further answer than this; one of its first recoramenders was a Boston representative to the legisla- ture, one of its first committee was another Boston repre- sentative to the legislature, one of its last committee was also a third representative, and one of our wealthiest citi- zens, too, to the Boston legislature ; those present, without an exception (unless perhaps some one who may have taken a gift of two tickets and then set to work abusing it), were persons from our most fashionable and wealthy families, and all long and thoroughly known in Boston. So large an assemblage of persons exclusively of the high fashion of Boston has never before been seen. We state this merely for the information of those at a distance. To all here, it is, of course, known thoroughly. And now, we proceed to the reply of the committee of arrangements, which is copied from the Transcript " The committee of arrangements of the Payne festival who have " humbugged" the public, cannot allow the article in the Atlas ■ to pass without a comment. As the friends of Mr. Payne never admitted the word or feeling of charity to enter into their views in the management of the benefit, nor wished aid to it under such impressions, they pass over in silence that part of the article reflecting such an imputation on the true friends of Mr. Payne and dramatic literature. The members of the committee con- cur entirely with the Atlas, that the benefit was not given by the city of Boston, but by the friends of Mr. Payne : it would have been unkind, even to his enemy, if he have any, and we have not yet realized the fact, had the com- mittee prefaced their bill by saying they only expected or invited the particular friends of Mr. Payne to be present. They wished to give the city of Boston the opportunity of proving whether it had any feeling for such an evidence of Mr. Payne's merits or not. The sequel has proved that. John Howard Payne. 133 independent of a very attractive bill, it had not the feeling in question. We cannot allow that one solitary paper, among so many, should be an evidence of the feeling of the community at large. We place the matter entirely on the ground that the Atlas has done, so far as regards those who gave the benefit, and we are happy in saying that the Tremout theatre never was more graced than by the bright galaxy of fine faces and intelligent minds that were assem- bled on that occasion. " A better representation of the feeling of a community could not have been chosen, and we are confident in saying that, had the theatre had it in its power to afford as attract- ive a bill as was brought forward at New York, that the house would have been filled not only by the personal friends of Mr. Payne, but by the mass of the people." Shortly after the Boston fiasco he returned to the city of New York, where he had been so handsomely received, and resided with his brother Thatcher Payne, who then had risen to eminence as a lawyer. Here he constructed the grand work of the Life of our Saviour, which he had prepared in the mannerof a harmony of the four Gospels. It was said to have been beautifully executed, on the common theory of the three years' duration of the ministry of Jesus. But after consulting a friend on the subject of its publication, he concluded not to have it printed, from the fact that a similar work by Mr. Ware had pre-occupied the market. This given up, he soon after issued a prospectus for a weekly periodical, which was to be published in London, and conducted on an international basis, its contributors to be both English and American, The idea was a novel one, and at that time could not have failed to make the English better acquainted with our progress in all things pertaining to a high civilization, as well as to modify a national feeling of conflict between the two people. Mr. Payne said in his Prospectus: "Literary labor in America can only be rendered a source of sure and per- 134 Life and "Writings of manent benefit to its followers and others through some connection with the periodical press. Even abroad, this is widely, though less exclusively, the case : Byron himself knew it, and was ambitious of establishing a Magazine with Shelley and Hunt. Scott was for a long time at the head of an Annual Register, and to the last was more or less concerned in less ponderous publications of the same class ; and Campbell, Bulwer, Lockhart, and numbers equally eminent in England, besides Jouy, Durval, and others in France, and many who might be quoted in various parts of the world, look for their least precarious resources and means of usefulness, notwithstanding their popularity as makers of books, to their editorships of periodicals. " But there is no country where works of that nature form so essential a portion of national literature, as ours ; or where their power of doing good or evil can be so widely and so suddenly diffused. It was, therefore, the first thought of the writer of this, to associate himself with some esta- blishment already in existence here, or to create upon the spot a new one of his own. " He has found every place, however, in the enterprises now existing, not only filled, but ably filled. He has found, too, that the country already contains as many dailies, weeklies, monthlies, quarterlies and annuals, upon the established system of such productions, as it appears to require; and no opportunity seems open for a new undertaking of the sort, which might not be an interfer- ence with those already popular. To the enlightened per- son connected with works of this description throughout the United States, the undersigned is indebted for many civilities, and so large and liberal has been the kindness with which they have sustained him, equally through good report and evil, that he would not for a moment en- tertain a thought of any speculation, which could scarcely be successful without disturbing the arrangements of some one, who, though a stranger, may have been a friend. John Howard Payne. 135 " But, in the course of his examination, he has remarked how largely some of our papers draw upon materials from abroad, and so prevailing is the desire for European ex- tracts and information, that papers are not only liberally patronized expressly for these alone; but republications made in London Journals as they stand, and even some of the best of our own, establishing a strong claim to patron- age upon the correspondence of agents, whom they employ abroad. Thus, the voice of Europe is heard incessantly in every corner of the North American Republic. "In the meantime, who hears of our own Republic in Europe? Who knows any thing of the innumerable im- provements we are hourly making in the application of science to the useful arts, — of the many valuable works which are constantly issuing from our press, — of the num- berless displays of high intellectual power in every depart- ment among us, which, from circumstances, are never wrought into books; — in short, of how much we are labor- ing in the great cause of universal good, which, even when the effect is felt in other climes, is felt without any recog- nition of its source? — And who, in America, is not aware, — even while the press of Europe is so much courted in America, — through what distorted mediums it leads us to look upon productions and events, or how seldom, even when fairly represented, they are exhibited in those points of view, which would be, to us, the most interesting or instructive ? " These reflections have suggested to the undersigned a project, which, though venturous, appears to supply the only stand never yet taken for extensive usefulness in periodical literature. It is an enterprise which could only proceed from a country situated like ours ; and it appears to him equally a desideratum for both sides of the Atlantic. The w^rk in question is an original American Journal, to be published every week in London, supported by the united talent of both countries, and containing the most 136 Life and Writings of accurate information from both upon every subject, — ex- cepting politics, — which can have interest or importance either in America or Europe. " The proposed title of this Journal has been hinted by the story of the magical cup, so much the theme of eastern poetry, and to us rendered peculiarly interesting from the impression among certain of the scripture commentators, that, in the sack of Benjamin, some cup with such a story must have been placed, to have impelled Joseph's servant to ask his brethren, — "Is not this it whereby my Lord divineth?" — It is scarcely necessary to add that the allusion is to that famous cup supposed to possess the strange property of representing in it, the whole world, and all the things which were then doing, — and celebrated as Jami Jamshed, the cup of Jamshed, a very ancient King of Persia, and which is said to have been dis- covered in digging the foundations of Persepolis, filled with the elixir of immortality. The name given to this cup by the poets of Persia, is the one thought of for the present purpose; and if the work in contemplation should be attempted, it will probably bear the eastern title of Jam Jejan Nima, which means in English tbe goblet wherein you may behold the universe. " On each side of the Atlantic the intended Journal is expected to aiford distinct advantages, which may unite to assist objects of vast interest to the world at large. " To America it can be serviceable thus : " I. By providing a depository where original literary pro- ductions from the writers of America and England may appear side by side; a competition may be created tending to most favorable influences upon our literature; while its effects, exhibited before so large a mass of readers on both sides of the ocean, will afford evidences in our favor better than the best of arguments. IS'othing overcomes mere pre- judice more effectually than acquaintanceship ; and there is a sort of remorse mixed up with the sense of having John Howakd Payne. 137 been unjust through ignorance, which almost always changes those who were once embittered, by want of know- ledge of each other, into the most earnest friends. The closer intercourse of England with this country, by means of literature and the arts, has done more to wear away a bad spirit than all the negociations of all our political ambassadors. " II. It will supply a vehicle in which the intellec- tual interest of America may be upheld. As our poli- tical relations call for a political ambassador, — and our commercial intercourse causes the establishment of houses of commerce, — and our fashionable world keeps up its envoys at the courts and coteries, — is it not equally de- sirable that some mode should be created for extending attention to the moral and mental, as well as to the phy- sical and mercantile, strength of this vast republic ? — for steadily representing the reading and the writing and the thinking portion of the people of America in the great parliament of European letters which taxes them so largely? "III. It will give Europe a catalogue raisonnee of all the original books issuing from the American press; and prompt inquiry after, and knowledge of, many of which otherwise nothing might be known beyond the limited sphere of their publication. " IV". It will circulate the names and powers of numerous writers of the first-rate merit, whose reputation is now merely local, and who seldom seek an outlet for their pro- ductions of wider range than a magazine or newspaper. Our business habits, and the large influx of English works, concur to check original publications among ourselves; — and while booksellers can supply the market with sufficient novelty from abroad, which, to the advantage of being obtained without cost, adds that of bringing along with it an established fame, many who can write admirably, write only for themselves. A magazine of the sort now de- scribed, would draw them out and circulate their treasures. 18 138 Life and Writings of It would, at the same time, make foreigners familiar with some now entirely hidden from observation by the very limited number of book-makers compared with the num- ber of those among us capable of making books. "V. It will communicate most readily and extensively every discovery we hit upon in science and the mechanical arts. " YI. It will enable misrepresentations of our country to be answered ere they have time to take root. " The service it can render on the other side of the At- lantic, may be : " I, To provide opinions upon productions and events, entirely uninfluenced by party or local prejudice. It has often been remarked that we are with respect to Europe a sort of cotemporary posterity. Towards England our intel- lectual relations are altogether unprecedented in the his- tory of nations. Our mutual influences exceed those of other nations, because we do not only think upon the same topics, but in the same language; and our understanding of each other never sufi'ers through those distortions often inevitable from the different shades of signification growing out even of the clearest communica- tion in any language not our own. As to their earlier master minds, that country is identified with ours; and we have only been rendered a separate nation by having realized the inspirations upon the subject of national liberty for which some of these mighty teachers became immortal. But, though divided from the rest as the peculiar people, who went apart to preserve the right principles of national happiness, we have continued as one and the same people in every thing relating to literature, to science and the arts. The indentity of our interests in these matters is strengthening with time ; and as the vast increase of readers of works from England goes on increasing (as it has done ever since Pope complained that he could only be "read in one island"), the desire to stand well with this new literary John Howard Payne. 139 public becomes more vivid witli the British literati. But if we contribute so largely to their fame, we are entitled to a voice in the legislature of their taste; and a work which shall speak the sentiments of a clear headed republic, will not be heard without interest, and probably not without courtesy and profit, by those who are gratified with that great republic's sanction." Mr. Payne in his prospectus made several other good points, and, to promote his enterprise, traveled through many of the western and south-western states to obtain subscribers, at ten dollars each, in advance, which appeared at the time to be too large a sum, and the amount of money required to start the enterprise, " fifty thousand dollars" was harder to accomplish than he at first supposed, and after spending more money to obtain subscribers than was subscribed, he quietly abandoned the project. In 1835, while on his way through the south he stopped at New Orleans, where he was at once received by the press and the citizens with much consideration, and, shortly after his arrival there, a large number of citizens offered to give him a testimonial at the " Camp street theatre." The event took place on the evening of March 18th, 1835. The bill offered for the occasion consisted of Charles the Second and Thirise. The committee who had the matter in hand, offered as a prize for the address a silver cup, which was awarded to Mr. James Reese, of Philadelphia, a gentleman who has written many dramas, and is now better known to the public as a dramatic critic, over the signature of " Colley Gibber." The latter part of the address is the finest of any that has been, on any occasion, offered as a graceful tribute to Mr. Payne. 140 Life and Writings of Address. When classic Greece first reared the infant stage, And to the drama gave her title-page, ^schylus caught the all-inspiring flame, And sent the volume down to future fame. Then Shakespeare, with a radiant beauty bound The mighty work, which Genius' self had crown'd, Until the world, the sceptic world approved. What all admired — what all so fondly loved. The volume opens, on whose varied page. The spirits shine of a departed age : Richard, Macbeth, Othello, glide along, Raised by the magic of that prince of song. — But, hark ! another sweeps the glowing strings Of nature's harp — 'tis our own Payne that sings, And see ! stern Brutus panoplied appears : Himself all marble ; kindred, friends, all tears. Then Carwin, hid beneath his cloak of crime. Seems the dread angel of destroying time. Again — but lo ! what brighter visions rise^ Each sense enthralling in a glad surprise, " Whose wings like heaven's vast canopy unfurl'd, Spread their broad plumage o'er the subject world," Around whose forms young Genius proudly clings, And " Jam Jehan JVima," glitters on their wings ! 'Tis Learning's arch extending o'er the main, Raised by the talisman of gifted Payne. But what reward for him, whose midnight lamp, Emits its ray from chambers cold and damp, Whose cheerless looks and dreary aspect seem The spectred portrait of some horrid dream, Whose mind, replete with lore — profusely gives Food for the million — while himself scarce lives. Who decks creation with a brighter gem Than ever sparkled on a diadem ? Thus Genius pines, his stores displays in vain, Thus bards have languished, steeped in grief and pain No showers of gold, by speculative art, Dispel the gloom, or warm the aching heart. John Howard Payne. 141 What star is that, whose bright, increasing light Breaks on his soul and cheers the gloom of night ? His country's star ! it comes the bard to cheer ; The exile has a home — He finds it here ! Music — " Home, Sweet Home ! '' What sounds are these, what pleasing, heavenly strains Whose echoing sweetness wanton o'er the plains ? Hark ! (Music) now on airy wings they float, And angel voices catch the inspiring note, 'Tis the warm welcome — " Wanderer, cease to roam ; Thrice doubly welcome to thy " Home, Sweet, Home!" (Curtain fell to music of Home, Sweet Home!) Immediately after the benefit, the following correspond- ence occurred between the committee and Mr. Payne. The letter of Mr. Payne is of the most highly interesting character, as it shows him to have been one of the strongest and earliest champions of international copyright law, and the argument is so pertinent that it would be an injustice to the interests of literature to omit it. Correspondence. " John Howard Payne, Esq., " Dear Sir : Enclosed, we have the pleasure to hand you a check for one thousand and six dollars and fifty cents ($1006.50), being the net proceeds resulting from the performances at the American theatre, for your benefit, on the 18th inst. " We regret that the inauspicious state of the weather should have caused the amount of the receipts to be less than was anticipated ; we trust, however, that, viewed as a conipliment to you as an American author, it will be acceptable, and be considered as an evidence of the good wishes of the gentlemen, under whose management the benefit was presented to the notice of the public. 142 Life and Writings of " We avail ourselves of the occasion to convey to you the expression of our distinguished consideration, and remain most respectfully, " Your obedient servants, Jas. Saul, Chairman, "IS'ew Orleans, April 2, 1835. I^ath. Dick, J. Foster, Jr. " Committee.'' " Gentlemen : I am this moment honored with your letter, enclosing the sum of $1006.50, being the amount remain- ing after payment to the playhouse managers, for one evening's performance at the American theatre, volunteered for my advantage, on Wednesday, the 18th of last month, by my countrymen at I^ew Orleans. In return, I beg you to make my grateful acknowledgments to all who have promoted this attention, and to accept for your- selves, and for the other gentlemen composing the various committees, my especial thanks. Apart from any consi- derations personal to myself, I believe the evidence of a disposition for such actions, will inspirit the literary of our land, by showing that neither time nor distance, can cause their labors, however humble, to be forgotten or entirely fruitless. "As, however, there may be some who are not altogether apprised of the peculiar position of writers for the stage, and to whom the unique one in which I myself have stood, may not be familiar, I take the liberty of naming my rea- sons for having acquiesced in this and previous civilities of the same nature. I scarcely need mention why I have deferred this representation until now : had it been made earlier — by some it might have been regarded as a sort of electioneering stratagem to promote my pecuniary interests ; but now, I trust, there is no one who will not do me the jus- John Howard Payne. 143 tice to take it as it is meant — to understand it as emanating entirely from a wish to make the deplorable state of patron- age to the literary portion of the drama understood among us, that all may see, for the advantage of authors in general, the necessity for a speedy reform. " Dramatic authorship in the English language, — although the most vexatious, while it is the most widely influential, branch of literature — has always been the least protected by the laws both of America and England. The authors of France have a permanent interest in every representa- tion of their plays, and this property descends to their families — the law obliges theatres to pay them. In Eng- land, until very lately, dramatic writers were sustained by no law but that of custom, and custom only entitled them to claim the profits of the third, sixth, ninth, twelfth, twentieth, and fortieth, performance of any play, from the theatre in which it first appeared, but from no other; and no sooner had it appeared, than it was at the mercy of the prompters, who made vast perquisites h} supplying early copies to all the provincial theatres of England and by for- warding them to the managers of this country. When published, the author had no power to screen his interest from the cupidity of gain in managers; his play, even against his expressed wish, as in the case of Lord Byron, could be impudently wrested from him before his eyes, and acted without recompense and without even thanks. This enormity was for some years a theme of unregarded remonstrance in the newspapers and magazines. I myself wrote quires to call the attention of the British legislature to the injustice, and to invite them to imitate the law of France. At length the subject was brought before the Parliament of England by Mr. Bulwer. A law was very recently passed, securing to the author (or if the copyright were sold, the proprietor') of any play appearing in the ' This was not the original intention of the act. The act meant to secure the rights of authors, exclusively, to a species of profit which can never be 144 Life and Writings of English language, whether published or in manuscript, a right to enforce compensation, during some five and twenty years, for every performance of that play, wherever it may appear, within the jurisdiction of the British govern- ment. So impressed was the legislature of England with the inadequacy of theatrical payment as it stood previous to the reform I mention, that they made the new law re- vert to productions which had been brought out within seven years. I myself might have gained largely by this enactment; but, never looking for such a law, I had sold most of my copyrights during the first run of each play, to publishers who are at this moment reaping incomes from them ; and such as remained my property, and are still constantly acted as stock-pieces, were produced on the wrong side of the seven years' limitation. " What are our own laws upon this subject? — We have none. Dramatists are at the mercy of managers. The now obsolete law of custom in England still remains feebly imitated with us ; not in four benefits for a success, but in one alone; and even that one is usually proflered under circumstances so hopeless, that authors seldom avail themselves of the opportunity. Present a new play to a calculated in the outset ; for nothing is more uncertain than the future for- tunes of a play, and that which has promised the least, and under such a doubt, has often been sacrificed for a trifle to managers or publishers, has very frequently turned out the most lucrative in the end. But, from being loosely worded, the act has since been perverted from its original purpose. Indeed, its fraraers did not see the necessity of providing for the difference between publication by printing, and publication by performance, which has always perplexed the question of dramatic copyright, until it has been recently forced upon them through this perversion of their purposes by the grasping spirit of managing and bookselling speculators. When the deci- sion was pronounced in favor of the latter, and against authors, in the court of King's Bench, the court, though compelled to adopt the literal construc- tion, advised a remodeling of the statute, which had evidently defeated itself by the carelessness of its phraseology, and notice has been given that an explanatory law will be submitted. It was, of course, intended to pre- vent authors from becoming the victims of circumstances, and to insure them all the advantages of greater success with the public than they expected. John Howard Payne. 145 manager, and he delays its production till the season ia withering, and then flings it upon the forlorn hope ; or if you ask a certain compensation, he replies: 'We are glutted with plays from England, which we must produce, because they bring with them a fame which will excite curiosity ; and for these we have only to pay the prompt- ers, who are salaried to smuggle over all the novelties.' Within a few years, some opportunities have been afforded to a few, employed by certain popular actors, traveling as stars, to write under their patronage and direction, and for their own personal aggrandizement ; but such a market is very soon supplied, and perhaps not always the most desir- able. To me, it has never been offered. On the contrary, when I was abroad, and new productions have occasionally been wanted from England for any particular purpose in America, I have seen myself passed over, and the com- mission tendered to others, not American; and since I have been in America, play after play have I presented for performance, and have uniformly been answered — 'We can get new plays from England, and for nothing.' "It will be unnecessary, after this explanation, to state why the market which pays, must be the one resorted to by the person who is not wealthy enough to labor without pay. It will explain, also, why I have taken my produc- tions to the theatres of England. I had no other means of deriving profit from them. I had no other means of getting them before the public of my own country. In this manner I manoeuvered myself, as it were, into opportuni- ties of being heard, and from the frequency with which my plays were announced all over America, and from the praises of them in the papers, I naturally imagined that I had been heard with favor. To confirm this, invitations were sent to me to return, and to receive from my country- men, ttstimonials, that, if managers would not reward me, the public would; — that many plays of mine which had been acted for some nineteen years, would be acknow- 19 146 Life and Writings of ledged by a benefit in each town where they had been acted, and that, having thus shown that the past was not forgotten, I should find an equal alacrity to make the future prosperous. It was known that much prejudice had been excited against me by a party in England for having so strongly asserted my American principles, as ^o endanger the license of certain plays, and to bring down the vengeance of certain critics ; and I was promised that my own land would sustain me against what I have suf- fered from the support of sentiments, to which I trust no persecution will ever make a citizen of our country false. It was known, too, that my most fortunate efibrts had been made when the theatres were so much embarrassed that they could never pay me one-fourth of the prices usually paid, although it was publicly stated that these very efforts had averted the bankruptcy, first, of Drury Lane and, afterwards, of Covent Garden ; and many en- thusiasts fancied I should find better opportunities and better rewards at home. " My return, however, was delayed by business, till two years subsequently to the invitations of which I speak. I was reluctant to comply with a request which might have exposed me to the imputation of having been brought to America only to court notice and attention. I waited until other matters rendered a visit to my native land de- sirable; but, when I did return, I found the professions which had been made to me from New York were not forgotten. My native city gave me the welcome which had been tendered. " From various parts of the United States, I was invited to receive similar testimonials. I never understood these as public honors — of such, I never had the vanity to dream. I considered them as a mere compensation from those who had often expressed approval of my labors, and never before had an opportunity of offering that sort of acknow- ledgment for them which no writer, in any language or in John Howard Payne. 147 any nation, ever deemed himself dishonored in receiving ; which your divine receives, your lawyer receives, your doctor receives — and why should not your author? Nor could I feel that an acceptance from any theatre, after the performance in it, times innumerable, of many plays during some nineteen years, — of the profits of one night, under the title of a benefit, could be less a simple recompense, in the straight-forward way of business, than the accept- ance of the profits of one similar night, after merely a couple of performances in such theatre, of any single play. How could I, unless I could be convinced that hundreds of representations degraded that return into the stigma of charity, which only two could elevate into the dignity of compensation ? How could I, unless I could discover that payment long deferred, must necessarily be construed as alms bestowed, merely because the sum total of that pay- ment had dwindled by delay and come without interest? And still less, when not only Mr. Irving, and Mr. Cooper, the novelist, but even writers much their inferiors, can secure, for their publications through the press, an equal property on both sides of the Atlantic, by a protective law,^ still less could I see any impropriety in receiving ad- vantages of correspondent character, though inferior value, from the publication performances of my eftbrts, when my countrymen were disposed to atone for the want of a similar protective law, by what they deemed an act ' Col. Hamilton, in lais work on our country, thus alludes to this point : " Copyright, in the United States, is not enjoyable by a foreigner, though an American can hold it in England. The consequence is, that an English author derives no benefit from-the republication of his work in America, while every Englishman who purchases the work of an American, is taxed in order to put money into the pockets of the latter. There is no reciprocity in this ; and it is really not easy to see why Mr. Washington Irving, or Mr. Cooper, should enjoy greater privileges in this country than are accorded to Mr. Bulweror Mr. Theodore Hook in the United States. There is an old [•overb, " Wliat is good for the goose, is good for the gander," which will be found (juite as applicable to the policy of Parliament as the practice of the poultry-yard. It is to be hoped this homely apopthegm will not escape the notice of the government ; and tluit, by an act of sigual justice (the aboli- 148 Life and Writings of of voluntary justice — no compassion — no charity — but justice, simple justice, — though a justice deriving pecu- liar elevation from the grace and luster of having been unforced, unasked, unlooked for. !N'or would I insist on limiting this sort of justice to the works of natives of our country ; especially as the law of England involves no ex- clusion to the detriment of Americans, but renders the manager who produces any play in the English language responsible to its author, no matter to what country that author may belong. If we can pay the actors of England for entertaining us, we can pay their authors too ; and, if it were necessary to pay both equally, it would save us from much foreign trash, and force advantages for writers of our own. But their first rate authors ought to be paid. It would make them love our country and respect its lofty principles — and the respect of the intellectual is thought lightly of by none but fools. Our countrymen think en- tirely as I do upon this head ; for we are at this very moment paying one of their most estimable and distin- guished dramatists, Sheridan Knowles, and, by doing so, we do ourselves honor in honoring a great genius. But, if there must be an exclusion, let us not exclude any native of our soil, especially while our literature and arts are yet so much in the difficulties of their dawn that they need extra encouragement from those partialities which have ever tion of American copyright in England), it will compel the United States to adopt a wiser and more liberal system." — {Men and Mannersin America, p. 201, Carey & Lea's 8vo edit.) What would the Colonel have said, had he been aware that for the par- ticular branch of literature, whose rights I am asserting, even our own countrymen cannot secure the only profitable copyright of their produc- tions, — that of publication by representation, if these productions happen first to have appeared in England, the only country where, under existing circumstances, they can be made first to appear with profit and fame. Per- haps were our theatres in the hands of Americans, the interests of Ameri- cans might suffer less. But they are, almost without exception, under the control of persons who have left the sterile, provincial theatres of Great Britain, to seek their fortunes in this country, and to enrich themselves by the despised authors, and, sometimes, we find, despised audiences of America. John Howard Payne. 149 been regarded aa a duty towards the first steps of timid, faltering infancy. But to return to the ease in question — my own case. It is not on the quality' of ray labors that I would expatiate. They were even most of them produced under circumstances which forbade much excellence ; cir- cumstances which might have paralyzed far greater powers than any I can boast of. But it is the principle of deem- ing any work from an American, which has often been thought worth listening to, at least worth once paying for that I would see cherished. Believe me, I do not urge this principle on my own account: — tome its enforce- ment is never likely to render any essential service ; on me its enforcement has already brought misconstruction and discomfort. But let it be cherished. It is of vital import to our future fame and affluence in literature and the arts. It will stimulate minds, whose works will make the world venerate our common country when we are in our graves. Managers of theatres ought not to make it necessary for the public to act for themselves upon such a subject ; but every such act involves a com- ment upon the negligence and short-sightedness of man- agers, not to be misunderstood, and under which it is scarcely to be wondered that they should wince. So strongly am I persuaded that demonstrations like the one which calls forth this letter, are doing a national service, in awakening national attention to a most important sub- ject; that it is my purpose at the first fitting opportunity, to petition congress to compel that justice from managers towards authors, by a public law, which is now only to be looked for in the public feeling. " But, I have said, I was invited, on my return to my na- tive land, from various parts of the United States, to receive similar testimonials. I was. To New Orleans, among other places, I was expressly invited, and by Mr. Caldwell, when he was in the management. I did not, however, think it delicate to visit any place expressly for such an object, 150 Life and Writings of although I felt no hesitation in acquiescing whenever such an object might be presented. I did not visit ISlew Orleans for the purpose. I did not visit it till I had matured a plan for rendering to my country the greatest service which I supposed that the chances and experience of my life had qualified me for rendering. I had projected a periodical which should supply to the mind of Europe opportunities for appreciating that of America, by showing the energies of both combined in one great work — a periodical which, out of the joint patronage of America and Europe, should create for me the means of paying American talent with a liberality which no support, yet obtained for any work in our own country, has thus far been able to aftbrd; and a periodical which should stand ready, in the very center of those by whom we have so often been misrepresented, to uphold, by the power of the press, my native land against all Europe, should she, in Europe, be defamed. In the pursuit of support for this periodical, I visited ^ew Or- leans ; — not for any theatrical benefit. But I found that Mr. Caldwell had not forgotten his invitation, although the managers to whom, in the interim, he had let his theatre, had forgotten the promise they made him, to give effect to the invitation by coming forward, unsolicited, whenever I might appear; and I found, too, from your- selves, gentlemen, and the gentlemen associated with you in various committees, the same spirit which I had already found elsewhere, and for the results of which I have now to give you thanks. Various arts were put in action by the envious and disaffected, to disgust me from accepting the attention you proffered, and to disgust others with me for not having repelled it; but what you could think fit to offer, it would have been presumption in me to have re- fused; and what I had ever felt justified in receiving from other places, I could not have had the bad taste to have declined from a city like New Orleans. John Howard Payne. 151 " The nature of this subject has led me into a much longer letter than I could have desired to trouble you with. But I am a stranger in this city, and would make myself distinctly understood upon a subject which has in some degree engaged public attention, and which involves my own character as a citizen and a gentleman. And, on such an occasion, I consider it especially incumbent on me to press upon my countrymen the propriety of following up the feeling for the rights of the literary department of the drama, which benefits like the one which elicits this letter, prove to be in some degree awakened. The public voice has been uttered; let it still be eloquent, and it will ulti- mately arouse the legislature of the land. " Having offered this explanation, once more allow me to thank you and the other committees for the attention with which I have been honored, and to beg that you will convey to the citizens generally, with whom I have been acquainted in l:^ew Orleans, my sincerest acknowledgments for their hospitalities. " I have the honor to be, Gentlemen, " Your obliged and faithful servant and " Fellow-Countryman, " John Howard Payne." 152 Life and Writings of CHAPTER TV. Payne among the Indians. They waste us, — ay, like April snow In the warm noon, we shrink away; And fast they follow, as we go Towards the setting day. Till they shall fill the land, and we Are driven into the western sea." iHE benefit at New Orleans was the last of Mr. Payne's associations with the drama, and we now take him up in an entirely new character. As we have once before stated, Mr. Payne traveled through many of the states to obtain subscribers to his new periodical. It was on this occasion that being at- tracted by the difficulties then existing between the United States' government and the Cherokee Indians, he went among them and the wild scenery of Alabama and Georgia for the purpose of obtaining material for his journal. Payne was one of those men who was never satisfied by being a mere " looker-on in Denmark." The battle in the distance was nothing to him, he must be in the thick of the fight ; and, therefore, the first thing he did when he got into the wild lands of the Cherokees, was to seek out the great chief himself. We soon find Mr. Payne not only talking with the red man in the depths of the forest, but we find him eating at his table, sleeping in his hut and advising the chief Ross what to do, and how to act with the United States' government in obtaining a treaty that would pro- tect them from the rascalities of the border agents, and secure a proper remuneration for their lands. John Howard Payne. 153 "When Mr. Payne first approached Ross, the chief of the Cherokees, he was about to meet in council the agents of the government, which council, Payne attended. Here he at once became a sympathizer with the Indians, and deeply interested in their affairs ; so much so, that he became a sort of adviser to Ross, and for several years was mixed up with the transactions of Ross and the United States government, which resulted in the treaty that finally led to the removal of the tribe to the far west. All of Ross's petitions and statements to the government were drawn up by Payne. There is no doubt but that Mr. Payne upset the treaty that was on the eve of being ratified at the time he arrived among the Cherokees, and was the means of procrastinating a final settlement. In this matter Mr. Payne did not stop to think that by his advice to Ross he was in opposition to his own government. It was a matter only of philanthropy. The government agents, after Mr. Payne's connection with Ross and his chiefs, found it far more diflicult to carry out their plans with the red men, and, observing Payne constantly with Ross, they complained of him to the government at Washington. Payne in the meantime be- came more bold, openly advocating their cause, and finally wrote an address in behalf of the Cherokees, dedicated to the American people, which he caused to be published in the KnoxviUe Register, of Dec. 2d, 1835. This was copied extensively throughout the United States, especially so by the papers of the opposition party to the one in power. The military that had been placed along the borders of Georgia to keep peace between the Georgia state whites and the Indians, during the negotiations, took it into their heads one night to rush upon the hut of Ross, made the chief and Payne prisoners, and marched them off over twenty miles to their head-quarters. This adventure appears to have been done without orders. Both Col. 20 154 Life and Writings op Benj. F. Curren, and Mr. Schermerhorn, the principal agent for the government, denied to Lewis Cass, secretary of war, that they had anything to do with it. Payne and Ross •were held as prisoners for several days. The adventure caused considerable excitement among the Cherokees. The press teemed with many exaggerated stories of their arrest. Mr. Schermerhorn, in one of his communications on the subject to the secretary of war, stated, that at the time Mr. Payne was arrested, he was at Tuscaloosa, Ala- bama, and that he at once hastened to the head-quarters of the agency to investigate the matter, but when he reached the spot, he found that Mr. Payne and Ross had been set at liberty several days before. Mr. Payne's brother, as soon as he heard of the affair, wrote the annexed letter to the Secretary of War. :N'ew York, :^ovember 27, 1835. " To Hon. Lewis Cass, " Sir : I have just received information that my brother, John Howard Payne, on the night of the 10th of ]!^ovember instant, while in company with John Ross, the Cherokee chief, at his dwelling in the Cherokee nation, was seized by a party of about twenty-five of the Georgia guard, and conducted by them to the head-quarters, about twenty miles distant from the place of seizure, where, as I am in- formed, he is now imprisoned. Mr. Payne's general object, in a tour through the western and southern sections of the United States, has been partly to obtain subscribers to a periodical work, in which English and American writers may meet upon equal grounds, and partly to collect such materials for his own contributions to the work as a personal acquaintance with the various peculiarities of our extensive and diversified country may supply. " To one acquainted with his pacific disposition and exclusively literary habits, the supposition of his enter- taining any views politically dangerous, either in reference John Howard Payne. 155 to the state of Georgia, or the United States, in their re- spective relations to the Cherokees, if it were not accom- panied with results painful, and perhaps perilous, to himself, would seem ludicrous. My informant, a stranger, states, that ' it is there reported that he is considered by the officers of the government to be a spy ; whether by * officers of government' is meant those of Georgia, or of the United States, I am not informed. " He likewise states, that * Mr. Payne is supposed to have some influence in producing the /m7wre of the late treaty with the Cherokees.^ " In the present excited state of feelings in that section of the country on subjects connected with the Indian re- moval, these may, perhaps, be serious charges to the personal safety of one coming under suspicions of the character above alluded to, however groundless. " I take the liberty (I hope not unwarrantable) to request and urge'a speedy inquiry into the circumstances of the case ; and the use of the means within the power of your department of the government to procure his release, if, as will undoubtedly appear, upon investigation, he shall be found to have been wrongfully detained. "I am, with respect, " Your most obedient servant, " Thatcher M. Payne." By looking over the " State Documents, 2d Session of the 25th Congress," in which there is a full report of the whole matter, we do not find that the government of the United States ever held Mr. Payne particularly responsible for any of his actions towards the government, while con- nected with John Ross. We also find by letters in our possession from Mr. Payne, to parties in IJ^Tew York, that be was Hill concerned in the Cherokee affiiirs up to a date as late as 1840. 156 Life and Writings of To a man of Payne's peculiar disposition, his stay among the Indians must have been highly interesting. Always eager for adventure, and fond of the marvelous, he must have enjoyed greatly these strange people, and the wild, beautiful scenery that surrounded them. It was all new to him, he had been absent from his own country for over twenty years, and left it at a time of life when his young mind as yet had not been impressed with the character of the red men of the forest, and the vastness of his own country. Payne possessed all the feelings of a true artist, and when he traveled, nothing in the way of scenery or the habits of the people escaped his notice and comments. If he did not give object form and color, by using the pencil or the brush, he did so by the constant use of the pen in letter-writing. We cannot here but remark that as a letter-writer, it may be doubted whether he has ever had his superior, and that, had his letters, written while abroad, been properly cared for and filed for safe keeping, their publication would be of rare value to literature. His large and fami- liar acquaintance with English and French celebrities, all apparently his personal friends, and with whom we have every evidence he had a voluminous correspondence, sus- tains us in this opinion. Among his most intimate friends, we may enumerate such as Charles Lamb, Washington Irving, with whom he roomed while in Paris, Thomas Moore, O'Connell, Counsellor Phillips, Talma, John Philip Kemble, Kean, the elder Charles Mathews, Shiel, the Irish orator, Wash- ington Allston, Haydon, to whom Payne introduced Charles R. Leslie, R. A., who painted Payne full length in the character of Douglas and Hamlet, Robert Owen, who was in the habit of taking breakfast with Payne when in Lon- don, Kenney, Bishops, Elliston, Dr. Crowly, Scott, and the editor of the Champion, who fell in a duel in conse- quence of an attack upon Lockhart, Pool, and many others John Howard Payne. 157 whom we could readily name, all of which names are taken from many of Mr. Payne's own letters now before us, but unfortunately too disconnected to form a complete whole. While in the country of the Cherokees, he frequently wrote to his brother or some one of his sisters, letters of ten and fifteen pages, descriptive of all things of interest that met his observation. His hand-writing is remarkably clear and neat, each letter is well formed ; hence his pages are as legible as a book. I^ot a blot, not an erasure is to be found even in letters containing a dozen pages, snch as the one we now copy, descriptive of the Creek Indian festival, which, from its graphic clearness and minute details, pos- sesses historical value in connection with a race of people who ere long will be numbered among the things of the past, and to whose peculiarities and history stories of the wildest fiction cling, to fascinate the more civilized. " Macon, Georgia, Aug. 9, 1835. " My Dear Sister : You find me much in arrears mth you for letters; that is, I have only written you several to your none, and therefore, of course, you have reason to complain. But it is not too late to make atonement for my sins of omission. Here I am, all alone in a strange place — Macon in Georgia — a good sized, handsomely built town nearly twelve years old, and with 4,000 inhabitants. I arrived about eleven last night. I have no acquaintances here yet, so, for the sake of company, I will brush up my recollection of some of my adventures. I have been among the Indians for a few days lately. Shall I tell you about them? You make no answer and silence gives consent, so I will tell you about the Indians. " The State of Alabama, you will remember, has been famous as the abode of the Creek Indians — always regarded as thetnost warlike of the Southern tribes. If you will look upon the map of Alabama, you will find on the west side of it, nearly parallel with the state of Mississippi, two 158 Life and Writings of rivers — one, the Coosa and the other the Tallapoosa, which, descending, unite in the Alabama, l^early oppo- site to these, about one hundred miles across, you will find another river, the Chattahoochee, which also descends, to form, with certain tributaries, the Apalachicola. It is within the space bounded by these rivers, and especially at the upper part of it, that the Creeks now retain a sort of sovereignty. The United States have in vain attempted to force the Creeks to volunteer a surrender of their soil for compensation. A famous chief among them made a treaty a few years ago to that effect ; but the nation arose against him, surrounded his house, ordered his family out, and bade him appear at the door, after all but he had departed. He did so. He was shot dead and the house burned. The treaty only took effect in part, if at all. Perpetual discontents have ensued. The United States have assumed a sort of jurisdiction over the territory, leaving the Creeks unmolested in their national habits, and their property; — with this exception in their favor, beyond all other tribes but the Cherokees — they have the right, if they wish to sell, to sell to individuals at their own prices, but are not bound to treat with the republic at a settled rate, which last mode of doing business they rather properly looked upon as giving them the appearance of a vanquished race and subject to the dictation of conquerors. So, what the diplomatists could not achieve, was forthwith attempted by speculators, and among these the everlasting Yankee began to appear and the Indian independence straightway began to disappear. Certain forms were required by govern- ment to give Americans a claim to these Creek lands. The purchaser was to bring the Indians before a govern- ment agent; in the agent's presence the Indian was to declare what his possessions were and for how much he would sell them. The money was paid in presence of the agent, who gave a certificate, which, when countersigned by the president, authorized the purchaser to demand pro- John Howard Payne. 159 tection from the national arms, if molested. All this was well enough ; but it was soon discovered that the specula- tors would hire drunken and miscreant Indians to personate the real possessor of the lands, and having paid them the money, they would take it back as soon as the purchase was completed, give the Indian a jug of whiskey or a small bag of silver for the fraud, and so become lords of the soil. Great dissatisfaction arose and lives were lost. An anony- mous letter opened the eyes of government. The white speculators were so desperate and dangerous that any other mode of information was unsafe. Investigators were appointed to examine into the validity of Creek sales, and the examiners met at the time I went to see the Indian festival. It was necessary for me to be thus prolix to make you understand the nature of the society and a sort of danger by which we were surrounded ; on the one side, white rogues — border cut-throats contending, through corrupted Indians, for the possessions of those among them who are honest and unwary. The cheated Indian, wheedled by some other white cheat into a promise to sell, payable in over-charged goods, at a higher price, to the one who should expose the fraud — and, when the decision was reversed in favor of the pretended friend, the foiled thief flying at the over-reaching one with fist and knife, and both in good luckif either could live to see what both had stolen. I beheld a fine, gentle, innocent-looking girl — a widow, I believe, come up to the investigator to assert that she had never sold her land. She had been counterfeited by some knave. The investigator's court was a low tavern bar-room. He saw me eyeing him and some one had told him I was traveling to take notes. He did not know but government had employed me as a secret supervisor. He seemed to shrink and postponed the decision. I have since heard #hat he is as great a rascal as the rest. This ill- starred race is entirely at the mercy of interpreters, who, 160 Life and Writings of if not negro slaves of their own, are half breeds, who are generally worse than the worst of either slaves or knaves. "In the jargon of the border, they call them linkisters ; some say, because they, by interpreting, form the link be- tween the nations ; but I should think the word a mere corruption of linguist The Indians become more easily deluded by the borderers than others, because the borderers know that they have no idea of any one being substantial, who does not keep a shop; your rascal of the frontier sets up a shop and is pronounced a sneezer — if his shop be large, he is a sneezer-chubco — if larger than any other, he is a sneezer-chubco-mico : but in any of his qualities, a sneezer is always considered as a personage by no means to be sneezed at. The sneezer will pay for land in goods, and thinks himself very honest, if he charges his goods at five hundred times their worth and can make it appear by his account against the Indian's claim, that he has paid him thousands of dollars, when, in fact, he may scarcely have paid him hundreds of cents. " Well, now for the festival. " When the green corn ripens, the Creeks seem to begin their year. Until after certain religious rites, it is considered an infamy to touch the corn. The season approaching, there is a meeting of the chiefs of all the towns forming any par- ticular clan. First, an order is given out for the manufac- ture of certain articles of pottery for a part of their festival. A second meeting gives out a second order. I^ew matting is to be prepared for the seats of the assembly. There is a third meeting. A vast number of sticks are broken into as many parts as there are days intervening previous to the one appointed for the gathering of the clan. Runners are sent with these, made into bundles for each clansman. One is flung aside each day and everyone is punctually on the last day at the appointed rendezvous. I must now mention the place where they assemble. John Howard Payne. 161 " It is a large square, with four large, long houses, one forming each side of the square, and, at each angle, a broad entrance to the area. These houses are of clay and a sort of wicker work, with sharp-topped sloping roofs like those of our log houses, but more thoroughly finished. A space is left open all around at the back and sides of each house, to aiford a free circulation of air; this opening came about up to my chin and enables one to peep in on all sides. The part of the house fronting the square, is entirely open. It consists of one broad raised platform, a little more than knee-high, and curved and inclined so as to make a most comfortable place for either sitting or re- clining. Over this is wrought the cane matting, which extends from the back to the ground in front. At each angle of the square, there is a broad entrance. Back of one angle, is a high, cone-roofed building, circular and dark, with a sloping entrance through a low door. It was so dark that I could not make out the interior, but some one said it was a council-house. It occupied one corner of an outer square next to the one I have described ; two sides of which outer square were formed by thick and tall corn-fields, and a third by a raised embankment apparently for specta- tors, and a fourth by the back of one of the buildings before described. In the centre was a considerably high circular mound. This, it seems, was formed from the earth accumu- lated yearly by removing the surface of the sacred square, to this centre of the outer one. At every Green-corn fes- tival the sacred square is strown with soil yet untrodden ; the soil of the year preceding being taken away, but pre- served, as I explain. N'o stranger's foot is allowed to press the new earth of the sacred square until its consecration is complete. A gentleman told me that he and a friend had chanced once to walk through, along the edge, just after the new soil was laid. A friendly chief saw him and re- monstrated and seemed greatly incensed. He explained 21 162 Life and Writings of that it was done in ignorance. The chief was pacified, but ordered every trace of the unhallowed steps to be uptorn and a fresh covering in the place. " The sacred square being ready, every fire in the towns dependent on the chief of the clan is, at the same moment, extinguished. Every house must, at that moment, have been newly swept and washed. Enmities are forgotten. If a person under a sentence for a crime can steal in unob- served, and appear among the worshippers, his crime is no more remembered. The first ceremony is to light the new fire of the year. A square board is brought with a small circular hollow in the centre. It receives the dust of a forest tree or of dry leaves. Five chiefs take turns to whirl the stick, until the friction produces a flame. From this sticks are lighted and conveyed to every house of the clan. The original flame is taken to the centre of the sacred square. Wood is heaped there and a strong fire lighted. Over this fire, the holy urns of new made pottery are placed ; drink- ing gourds, with long handles, are set around on a bench, officers are over the whole in attendance, and here, what they call the black drink, is brewed with many forms and with intense solemnity. " I cannot describe to you my feelings as I first found myself in the Indian country. We rode miles after miles in the native forest, neither habitation nor inhabitant to disturb the solitude and majesty of the wilderness. At length we met a native in his native land. He was gallop- ing on horseback. His air was oriental ; he had a turban, a robe of fringed and gaudily figured calico, scarlet leg- gings and beaded belts and garters and pouch. We asked how far it was to the square. He held up a finger and we understood him to mean one mile. N'ext, we met two Indian women on horseback, loaded with water-melons. We bought some. In answer to our question of the road, they half covered a finger to say it was half a mile further, and, smiling, added " sneezer-much — " meaning that we John Howard Payne. 163 should find lots of our brethren the sneezers to keep us company. "We passed groups of Indian horses tied in the shade, with cords long enough to let them graze freely ; we then saw the American flag (a gift from the govern- ment) floating over one of the hut-tops in the square ; we next passed groups of Indian horses and carriages and serv- ants, and under the heels of one horse, a drunken vaga- bond Indian asleep, or half asleep; and at length we got to the corner of the square, where they were in the midst of their devotions. I stood upon a mound at the corner angle to look in. I was told that this mound was com- posed of ashes from such fires as were now blazing in the centre, during many preceding years ; and that these ashes are never permitted to be scattered, but must thus be gathered up, and carefully and religiously preserved. " Before the solemnities begin, and, I believe, ere the new earth is placed, the women dance in the sacred square. The preliminary dance of theirs is by themselves ; I missed this. They then separate from the men and remain apart from them, until after the fasting and other religious forms are gone through. " On my arrival, the sacred square, as I gazed from the corner mound, presented a most striking sight. Upon each of the notched posts, of which I have already spoken as attached to the houses of the sacred square, was a stack of tall cones, hung all over with feathers, black and white. There were rude paint-daubs about the posts and roof- beams of the houses fronting on the square, and here and there they were festooned with ground-vines. Chiefs were standing around the sides and corners alone, and opposite to each other, their eyes riveted on the earth and motion- less as statues. Every building within was filled with crowds of silent Indians, those on the back rows seated in the Turkish fashion, but those in front with their feet to the ground. All were turbaned, all fiuitastically painted ; all in dresses varying in ornament, but alike in wildness. 164 Life and Writings of One chief wore a tall black hat, with a broad, massy silver band around it, and a peacock's feather ; another had a silver skull-cap, with a deep, silver bullion fringe down to his eyebrows ; and plates of silver from his knee, descend- ing his tunic. Most of them had the eagle-plume which only those may wear who have slain a foe ; a number wore military plumes in various positions about their turbans; and one had a tremendous tuft of black feathers declining from the back of his head, over his back ; while another's head was all shaven smooth, excepting a tuft across the centre from the back to the front, like the crest of a helmet. I never saw an assembly more absorbed with what they regarded as the solemnities of the occasion. " The first sounds I heard were a strange, low, deep wail — a sound of many voices, drawn out in perfect unison, and only dying away with the breath itself, which, indeed, was longer sustained than could be done by any singer whom I ever yet heard. This was followed by a second wail in the same style, but shrill, like the sound of musical glasses, and giving the same shiver to the nerves. And after a third wail, in another key, the statue-like figures moved and formed two diagonal lines opposite to each other, their backs to opposite angles of the square. One by one, they then approached the huge bowls in which the black drink was boiling, and in rotation dipped a gourd, and took with a most reverential expression a long, deep draught each. The next part of the ceremony with each was somewhat curious, but the rapt expression of the worshippers and the utter absence of anything to give a disagreeable air to the act, took away the eflect it may pro- duce even in description. By some knack, without moving a muscle of the face, nor joint, they moved about like strange spectres, more than human beings. But soon the character of the entertainment changed, and I more partic- ularly observed two circular plates of brass and steel, which appeared to be the remains of very antique shields. They John Howard Payne. 165 were borne with great reverence, by two chiefs. The na- tion do not pretend to explain whence they came ; they keep them apart, as something sacred ; they are only pro- duced on great occasions. I was told, too, that ears of green corn were brought in at a part of the ceremony to-day which I did not see, and presented to a chief. He took them, handed them back with an invocation that corn might continue plenty through the year among them. This seemed to be the termination of the peace-offerings, and the religious part of the affair was now to wind up with emblems of war. These were expressed in what they call a Gun Dance. When dispositions were making for it, some persons in carriages, were desired by a white linkister to draw back, and to remove their horses to a distance. Some ladies especially were warned. 'Keep out of their way, ma'rm', said the linkister to a lady, 'for when they come racing about here with their guns, they gits powerful sarcy.' I saw them dressing for the ceremony, if it may be called dressing to throw off nearly every part of a scanty covering. But the Indians are especially devoted to dress in their way. Some of them went aside to vary their costume with nearly every dance. "iS'ow appeared a procession of some forty or fifty women. They entered the square and took their seats together, in one of the open houses. Two men sat in front of them, with gourds filled with pebbles. The gourds were shaken so as to keep time, and the women began a long chant, with which, at regular intervals, was given a sharp, short whoop, from male voices. The women's song was said to be intended for the wail of mothers, wives, and daughters, at the departure of the warriors for the fight; the resppnse conveyed the resolution of the warriors not to be withheld, but to fight and conquer. And now appeared two hideous- looking old warriors, with tomahawks and scalping knives, painted most ferociously. Each went half round the circle, exchanged exclamations, kept up a sort of growl all the 166 Life and Writings of while, and at length stopped with a war-whoop. We were now told to hurry to the outer square. The females and their male leaders left their places inside, and went to the mound in the centre of the outer square. This mound their forms entirely covered, and the effect was very impos- ing. Here they resumed their chant. The spectators mounted on the embankment. I got on a pile of wood, holy wood, I believe, and heaped there to keep up the sacred fires. There were numbers of Indian women in the crowd. Four stuffed figures were placed erect, in the four corners of the square. " We now heard firing and whooping on all sides. At length in the high corn on one side we saw crouching savages, some with guns of every sort, some, especially the boys, with cornstalks to represent guns. A naked chief with a long sabre, the blade painted blood-color, came before them, flourishing his weapon and haranguing vehe- mently. In another cornfield, appeared another party. The two savages already mentioned as having given the war dance in the sacred square, now hove in sight, on a third side, cowering. One of these, I understood, was the person who had shot the chief I mentioned in the first part of this letter, the chief who made an objectionable treaty, and whose house was burned. Both these warriors crept slyly towards the outer square ; one darted upon one of the puppets, caught him from behind, and stole him off. Another grasped another puppet by the waist, flung him in the air, as he fell, tumbled on him, ripped him with his knife, tore off the scalp and broke away in triumph. A third puppet was tomahawked, and a fourth shot. These were the emblems of the various forms of warfare. After the flrst shot, the two parties whooped, and began to fire indiscriminately, and every shot was answered by a whoop. One shot his arrow into the square, but falling short of the enemy, he covered himself with corn and crept thither to regain it and bore it back in safety, honored with a triumph- John Howard Payne. 167 ant yell as he returned. After much of this brush-skirmish- ing, both parties burst into the square. There was constant firing and war-whooping, the music of chanting and of the pebbled gourd going all the time. At length the fighters joined in procession, dancing a triumphal dance around the mound, plunging thence headlong into the sacred square and all around it, and then scampering around the out- side and pouring back to the battle-square ; and the clos- ing whoop being given, all then from the battle-square rushed helter-skelter, yelping, some firing as they went and others pelting the spectators from their high places with the corn stalks which had served for guns, and which gave blows so powerful that those who laughed at their impo- tence before, rubbed their shoulders and walked away ashamed. We resunjed our conveyances homeward and as we departed, heard the splashing and shouting of the warriors in the water. Leave was now given to taste the corn, and all ate their fill, and, I suppose, did not much refrain from drinking, for I heard that every pathway and field around was strewed in the morning with sleeping Indians. "We passed the next day in visiting the picturesque scenery of the neighborhood. We saw the fine falls of the Tallapoosa, where the water tumbles over wild and fan- tastic precipices, varying from forty to eighty or a hundred feet ; and, when wandering over the rocks, passed an old Indian with his wife and child, and bow and arrows. They had been shooting fishes in the stream, from a point against which the fishes were brought to them by the cur- rent. The scenery and the natives would have made a fine picture. An artist in the neighborhood made me a present of a picture of these falls, which I can show you when we meet. " The next part of the festival consisted, as I was told, in the wives urging out their husbands to hunt deer. We went down to the square towards night. We met Indians 168 John Howard Payne. with deers slung over their horses. The skin is given to a priest, who flings it back to the young man who gave it the first shot, to retain as a trophy ; , and at the same time asks from the great Spirit that this may be only the harbinger of deer in abundance, whenever wanted. There was some slight dancing in the evening ; but all were re- serving themselves for the winding-up assembly of the ladies on Sunday morning. Some of our party remained after I left. They found a miscellaneous dance at a house in the vicinity, negroes, borderers, and reprobate Indians, all assembled in one incongruous mass. A vagabond frontier man asked a girl to dance. She refused, and was going to dance with another. He drew his pistol and swore, if she would not dance with him, she should not dance at all. Twenty pistols were clicked in an instant, but the borderer swore there was not a soul who dared against him to draw a trigger. He was right; for the pistols were dropped and the room cleared in an instant, whereupon the borderer clapped his wings and crowed and disappeared. " The assemblage of the females I was rather anxious to see, and so I was at my post very early. I had long to wait. I heard the gathering cry from the men on all sides in the corn fields and bushes ; it was like the neighing to each other of wild horses. After awhile, the ladies began to arrive. The spectators crowded in. The Indian men went to their places; and among them a party to sing while the women danced; two of the men rattling the gourds. The cauldrons had disappeared from the centre of the sacred square. '•And now entered a long train of females, all dressed in long gowns, like our ladies, but all with gay colors and bright shawls of .various hues, beads innumerable upon their necks and tortoise-shell combs in their hair; ears bored all around the rim, from top to bottom, and from every bore a massy eardrop, very long, and generally of silver. A John Howard Payne. 169 selected number of the dancers wore under their robes, and girded upon their calves, large squares of thick leather, covered all over with terrapin shells, closed together and perforated, and filled with pebbles, which rattled like so many sleigh bells. These they have the knack of keeping silent, until their accompaniment is required for the music of the dance. The dresses of all the women were so long as nearly to conceal the feet, but I saw that some had no shoes nor stockings, while others were sandaled. The shawls were principally worn like mantles. Broad ribbons, in great profusion and of every variety of hue, hung from the back of each head to the ground, and, as they moved, these and the innumerable sparkling beads of glass and coral and gold, gave the wearers an air of graceful and gor- geous, and at the same time unique, wildness. The procession entered slowly, and wound around the central fire, which, although the cauldrons were removed, burned gently, and the train continued to stretch itself out, until it extended to three circles and a half; the shorter side then became stationary and kept facing the men seated in that building which contained the chanters; and in this line of dancers seemed the principal wearers of the terrapin shell leg-bands. These make their rattles keep time with the chant. Two leaders at each end of the line (one of them an old woman and the other not young), had each a little notched stick with two feathers floating from them. At a particular turn of the dance, they broke off, and went the outside round alone and more rapidly than the rest. The body of the dancers slowly proceeded round and round, only turning at a given signal to face the men, as the men had turned to face the emblem of the Deity, the central fire. Every eye among the women was planted on the ground, I never beheld such an air of universal modesty, it seeiiied a part of the old men's privilege to make com- ments aloud, in order to surprise the women into a laugh. These must often have been very droll and always personal, 22 170 Life and Writings of I understand, and not always the most delicate. I saw a few instances among the young girls where they were obliged to smother a smile by putting up their handker- chiefs. But it was conquered on the instant. The young men said nothing, but the Indian men all seemed to take as much interest in the show as we. The chief, Apotheola, had two daughters there. Both were very elegant girls, but the eldest delighted me exceedingly. She seemed about seventeen or eighteen ; she is tall and of a fine figure. Her carriage is graceful and elegant and quite European. She had a white muslin gown, a small black scarf embroi- dered with flowers in brilliant colors, an embroidered white collarette (I believe you call it), gold chains, coral beads, gold and jeweled ear-rings, (single ones not in the usual Indian super-abundance) her hair beautifully dressed in the Parisian st^^le, and a splendid tortoise shell comb, gemmed, and from one large tuft of hair upon one temple to that upon the other, there passed a beautiful gold ornament. Her sister's head-dress was nearly the same. The elder princess, Apotheola, I am happy to say, looked only at me. Some one must have told her that I meant to run away with her, for I had said so before I saw her, to many of her friends. There was a very frolicsome, quizzical expression in her eyes ; and now and then it seemed to say, ' No doubt you think all these things very droll ; it diverts me to see you so puzzled by them.' But, excepting the look at me (which only proved her taste), her eye dwelt on the ground, and nothing could be more interestingly reserved than her whole deportment. The dance was over, all the ladies went from the square in the same order that they entered it. In about an hour, it was repeated, and after that, signal was made for what they call the dance of the olden time, the breaking up of the ceremonial, when the men and women are again allowed to intermingle. This was done in a quick dance around and round again, all the men yelping wildly and merrily as struck their fancy, and generally in tones JoiiN Howard Payne. 171 intended to set the women laughing, which they did and heartily. The sounds most resembled the yelpings of de- lighted dogs. Finally came the concluding whoop, and all the parties separated. " Between these two last dances, I sent for a chief, and desired him to take charge of some slight gifts of tobacco and beads which I had brought for them. The chief took them. I saw the others cut the tobacco, and share it. Ere long my ambassador returned saying, 'the chiefs are mighty glad and count it from you very great friendship.* I had been too bashful about my present. If I had sent it before, I might have seen the show to more advantage. As it was, I was now invited to sit inside of the square, and witnessed the last dance from one of the places of honor. But I was obliged to depart at once, and give up all hopes of ever again seeing my beautiful princess Apo- theola. My only chance of a guide through the wilderness would have been lost, had I delayed. I reluctantly mounted my pony and left the Indians of Tuckabatchie and their Green-corn festival and their beautiful princess Apotheola. " It was a great gratification to me to have seen this fes- tival ; with my own eyes to have witnessed the Indians in their own nation ; with my own ears to have heard them in their own language ; nor was it any diminution of the interest of the spectacle to reflect that this ceremony, so precious to them, was now probably performing in the land of their forefathers for the last, last time. I never beheld more intense devotion ; the spirit of the forms was a sight, and a religious one : it was beginning the year with fasting, with humility, with purification, with prayer, with gratitude ; it was burying animosities, while it was strength- ening courage ; it was pausing to give thanks to Heaven before daring to partake its beneficence. It was strange to see this, too, in the midst of my own land; to travel, in the course of a regular journey, in the new world, among the living evidences of one, it may be, older than what we 172 Life and Writings of call the old world ; the religion and the people and the associations of the untraceable part, in the very heart of the most recent portion of the most recent people upon earth. And it was a melancholy reflection to know that these strange people were rapidly becoming extinct, and that, too, without a proper investigation into their hidden past, which would perhaps unfold to man the most remark- able of all human histories." John Howard Payne. 173 (CHAPTER V. Payne as Consul and Editor. " My Lord he has been sent upon an embassy, And will I know, perform his duties well." JlN 1838, we find Mr. Payne spending considerable of his time in the city of Washington and frequently furnish- ing the Democratic Jievieiv with articles from his graceful pen. At this time the efforts of William Cullen Bryant, J. G. Whittier, ITathaniel Hawthorne, Ralph Waldo Emer- son, and Miss Sedgwick and Miss Du Ponte, adorned its pages. In the February and March numbers of the Be- vieWj 1838, he contributed an article entitled, Our Neglected Poets (the one included in this work). In this essay he has done a good service, he has preserved for us a few poems, that give additional value to the pages of American poetry. There is a graceful simplicity, a warmth and a touch of pleasantry in this contribution, that reminds us of Charles Lamb's style. Payne never overrates, he is always truthful and irresistibly carries you to the end, and you are satisfied. The story of William Martin Johnson, the subject of Our Neglected Poets, is admirably told, and attracts all our sym- pathy, while it presents to us, for the first time, some verses of great sweetness. In this paper he alludes to East Hamp- ton, the scene of his earliest childhood. He describes it with the affection and with the feelings of a true poet. One who has studied the character of John Howard Payne, cannot fail to discover in his picture of the old homestead a deep, tinsubsiding love for the place, as if the spirit of his boyhood had come back to awaken memories of a delight- ful past. Indeed it was here, where his earliest inspirations 174 Life and Writings of 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 morn as he awoke, hope painted new pictures for his imagined future. Indeed, if he was think- ing of any one place on earth when he wrote his song of Home, Sweet Home! it was of "the lowly cottage" at East Hampton. In 1840, a change of administration took place at Wash- ington. Payne at once became aquainted with all of the most prominent members of the new cabinet, and was one of the most welcome and frequent habitues of the presiden- tial mansion. Many of his friends suggested that he should receive an appointment as consul abroad. At first Payne doubted that such an end could be brought about, but several prominent members of the party in power spoke in his behalf, and on the 23d of August, 1842, he was appointed, by President Tyler consul at Tunis. The position was pro- cured for him principally through the eftbrts of Mr. Web- ster and Mr. Marcy. A school mate of Payne's, who wrote a sketch of him after his death, states that, on the evening of the day when Mr. Payne received his appointment, he sat with him at his table, and that Mr. Payne pointed to his full-length picture hanging upon the wall, representing him in the character of Zaphna, remarking that he still had the dress and desired to know how it would do for him to be presented in such a costume to the Grand Bey. But Mr. Payne's friend continues to say, that Mr. Payne never made a joke of his ofiicial business. I have looked over his letter books and I do not believe the government has often had agents who have better filled their places. I remember the book, too, as a feast to the eye. His hand writing was beautiful in the extreme ; in- deed in whatever belonged to him, from verses to furniture, John Howard Payne. 175 from the choice expression of a letter to the folding of the sheet that bore it, there was a rare,governing elegance and taste. Mr. Payne's appointment was not secured as a partizan one; the prominent men of both parties endorsed him. At the same time, he was also made colonel in the staff of Major-General Aaron Ward, of the Fourth Division of Infantry of the Militia of the state of New York. In February, 1843, Mr. Payne left for Tunis and arrived there on the 13th of May. On his way to the Court of the Bey, he stopped at Havre, Paris, Marseilles, and London, and met, in these several places, many of his old friends, who congratulated him on his official appointment. A few days after he reached Tunis, he sent home the fol- lowing letter, which is full in its description of the place and the characteristics of the people. The story is told in a manner as to almost persuade the reader that he is an eye-witness to the events. "United States Consulate, "Tunis, Feb. 14, 1844. "My dear Sister Elizabeth: "Why your most kind letter of August 27th, 1843, has not been answered before, I have already explained to Thatcher; therefore I will not dwell upon an omission, the memory of which is to me so disagreeable, but proceed to carry on my account of my way hither and of my ways here, as if I had never sinned by silence. "Where did I leave off? I told you of my trip across to London. It all seems a strange dream. London looked odd and changed. I had been so long disaccustomed to the odor of coal in the air and the dinginess of coal-smoke every where, that both gave me a sort of uneasiness ; es- pecially as change on all sides, and a multitude of recollec- tions and apprehensions, concurred to depress my spirits, all buoyant with hope and novelty when, from America so 176 Life and Writings of many years before, I first entered the vast metropolis. A busy look in all the people, throngs of strangers where I used to meet familiar faces, altered streets and buildings, met me in every direction; and yet the old landmarks were unremoved, old play -bills stood exactly in the same type of old at the same shops, and old book-stalls retained the same old books. In one lone street, a blind beggar was playing 'Sweet Home' on a flageolet before a barber's shop, into which I went for a shave. At night, when I strolled like an unseen spectre into Drury Lane Theatre, I found the vestibule adorned with a full-length statue of Kean, whom, on quitting England, I had left alive. There was a skull in its hand, which pointed to an inscription: ' To this complexion must we come at last.' The dead, mar- ble eye of my old acquaintance seemed to rest upon me, and his stony lips to direct on me their melancholy smile. "Presently came the rail-road again, all new, all since I went from England, the whirl back to Southampton, the steamer, the going to bed in one country and waking up in another, the jolting in the old-fashioned diligences to Rouen, and from Rouen to Paris, and then the retracing my old haunts at Paris, and the rush of changes there, as well in the looks of the people, as in their rulers. Embellishments which were in progress when I departed, were now com- plete. ]N"apoleon was no longer named, but mighty works set on foot by Kapoleon, had at length found their accom- plishment, rendering Paris, ever praised for its beauty and grandeur, still grander and more beautiful. But the dainty and curled Frenchman of my first acquaintance with Paris, had given place to the Frenchman not only with lips over- shadowed by moustache, but with beard descending to the bosom ; a fashion of looking venerable, devised in honor of the New France in old Algiers. Then, ere long, appealed diligences once more, and I was launched upon my way to regions entirely new. John Howard Payne. 177 " Whut absolute fraud and folly it is for any one to pre- tend that a country can be described from thus traveling over it anyhow, especially by diligences, or even steamer. My route to Marseilles was first by land, then by water, then by land again ; but I will be honest, and only tell you what I really remember. This is scarcely more than that there were queer passengers, shut up together with me in the lumbering conveyances, and that they caused and ex- pressed sundry little vexations during joltings, day and night; and most especially when, the moment we had sat down to a meager meal any where, came the cry : ' En- virtuse. Messieurs ? Depechez ! En virtuse ! ' Then fol- lowed the hurry to pay, the pretended difficulty to make full change, the greater difficulty to get settled again all in our right places. I had my guide book, and looked out of the window (whenever I was awake), as we rattled through a town, but I could only gather the names of the places, and sometimes not even the names ; their aspect I had no time to fix in my mind, even if I caught it. Occasionally, however, it seemed, while I went on thus, now by land, and now by water, as if I were passing through the appendix to a vast bill of fare, a gigantic amplification of that at Delmonico's, after the dinner-items, down among the wines ; for at one time I came to Beaune, and at another to Macon, and so forth, and on hearing these names called out, could almost fancy myself in 'New York again, at the big, stone house where Thatcher and I had a bachelor re- past together not long before my embarkation. * * * * " But if the entire way from Paris to Marseilles leaves only a confused recollection, it is not so of main features and particular places, where I made a brief pause to take breath. You must bear in mind, first, that the diligence took me to Chalons-sur-Saone, there I entered a steamer which conveyed me to Lyons; from Lyons, another steamer bore me to Avignon, and at Avignon I 23 178 Life and Writings of resumed the diligence to Marseilles. Now I had thought the nearer I got to Marseilles, the more luxuriant would every thing appear. I expected to find Lyons a matter-of- fact, manufacturing place, with large shops in long, wide streets, and full of fine silks, but no attractions of scenery. In Marseilles I expected a laughing, gay city, like Paris before its age of tragedies. But nearly the reverse oc- curred. The loveliest and the most luxuriant appearances are on the river-banks between Chalons and Lyons, long before you draw near Marseilles. The Saone presents a succession of most fascinating landscapes ; picturesque little towns, and a vast number of beautifully finished stone bridges, mostly new, crossing from side to side. The im- mediate approaches to Lyons are full of life and variety ; high hills, with lofty structures above and below, an antique castle-crowned island in the middle of the river near the town, large quays, fronted and parapeted with stone, wide bridges ; near the water, tall, ancient houses, and facing it, lines of shops in lower stories ; more remote from it, at many points, eminences towering almost into mountains and most of them surmounted by chapels. From one of these I had a fine view of both the Saone and the Rhone at once, so different in color and in swiftness. On the Rhone side of Lyons, are bridges and edifices newer and more splendid than on the Saone side. But the streets in the older and most populous part of the city disap- pointed me. They are narrow; so much so, in places, that huge beams stretch across to prop the lofty walls from toppling upon one another. The shops are small, and make no show to be compared with ours in Broadway. " The Rhone, where I expected to find the banks one garden, offers to the eye only stoniness and aridity, though in some instances its rocks and cliffs assume a fantastic and striking variety, approaching to the sublime; and antique looking towns carry one back to the olden time. Perhaps the coming on of the mistral (tlie north-wester) John Howard Payne. 179 of the country, during our passage, made the Rhone look to me, especially when some showers fell, altogether more unsmiling than it might have seemed in brighter weather. Still, I experienced one sensation while rolling in the steamer there, of which language cannot give an adequate idea. ' What huge, white-topped masses are those, like clouds, in the horizon ?' asked I, just as if I were looking at any of our familiar scenes, not thinking where I was. ' The Alps,' was the quiet reply. My start of astonishment and sudden change of manner, made my informant stare as if he thought me crazy. It was sometime before I could speak. " In times gone by, it happened that I voyaged in what I then thought the first steam-boat, when the old Albany sloops were put out of countenance by Robert Fulton. I have since been a passenger in many a Robert Fulton, a name which bore undisputed super-eminence among our steam boats, till a second came up to push it from its throne, and on the Ohio appeared a John Fitch, in com- pliment to the true originator, so called, of traveling by steam. But, during the excursion now in question, I found another true and genuine name immortalized like the former two, and the rivers of France bearing upon their bosoms multitudes of Jean Papins, with guide-books all eloquent in praise of the genius of Jean Papin, to which they declare that mankind is indebted for the introduction of steam navigation, never even deigning to mention Robert Fulton, and still less John Fitch! 'There's honor for you ! ' as Falstafi:' says. But, after all, what signifies that which we call fame ? What matters it even during life, to any one but the inventor, whether his inven- tion bear his name ? And when he is dead, who cares a jot, or knows a difference, whether it be ascribed to Jean Papin, or to John Fitch, or to Robert Fulton ? The main point 18 gained, when an obtuse world is persuaded to per- mit a great improvement, either mechanical or moral, to make it happier or better. 180 Life and Writings of " Well, leaving the Papin, after a late dinner at Avignon, whereby I was prevented from seeing either the town, or any memorial of Petrarch and Laura, once more behold me shut up in a diligence, whence, after a very cold night, in the morning I caught a first glimpse of the Mediterranean, and entered Marseilles, passing, as I went in, a procession of priests who bore a crucifix and other emblems, and were hastening along with some occasional chant. But did I find Marseilles what I expected ? A light and laughing place, more French than all preceding France? N'ot L To be sure, I saw of Marseilles scarcely more than the newer part ; but what I did see was staid and business- like and neat, more like parts of Philadelphia, than like any town abroad. It has, however, what Philadelphia has not — picturesque eminences, with fine sea-views. " And now I come again to shipboard. I pass out of the crowded, artificial harbor, sail by the forts and the rocky points and islands, and toss about and roll about till near dinner time on the following day, when, lo ! Minorca ! It appears like a long line in the horizon, swell- ing to a sugar loaf shape in the centre. What is that eminence ? There is a story about it, so we will stop a moment, while I tell it. "That eminence is called Mount Toro. It was famous for a chapel to the virgin, of more than ordinary unction. In earlier times that chapel was in a small village at the mountain's foot. But one day its silver image of the virgin had disappeared. Consternation shook the neighborhood Men, women, and children, gathered from every side to seek for the lost image. In the midst of the search, a strange and awful bull appeared. It was not an Irish bull, nor any relation to John Bull of England, nor of his stock exchange; it must have been a bull of the pope! Its sin- gular movements created a curiosity in the crowd that over- powered their terror. They followed it to the mountain top, where, suddenly pausing, it turned, struck its horns John Howard Payne. 181 into a rock which fell asunder, and then the bull vanished. The throng flew to the mysterious rock. They found the lost image, where the rock had been cloven asunder. The hint was not lost on them. They transferred the virgin's chapel to that spot, immortalizing both the event and the bull by naming their new structure: The Chapel of our Lady of Mount Toro. The best of its influences which yet survives, is, that by Mount Toro vessels direct their course to any point of Minorca island for which they steer, and by so doing are sure to get in safe. " Of Port Mahon, in Minorca, I believe I have told you already. It is a long, well-sheltered harbor, of deep water. The ruins of a fortress once deemed impregnable stand on the left hand of the entrance as you go in, and one of the largest and best of lazarettos, on the right hand. N'ear the inner end, on a left-hand eminence, stands the town, high and dry. It is the neatest town I ever saw; has narrow streets, paved with round stones, and houses of white, green, yellow and red, always kept in good color within and without. The ceilings wear an awkward aspect to eyes accustomed to all white and smooth overhead. They look like some of our garret-roofs : huge beams run fore and aft, and rows of joists cross between them from beam to beam. These are all whitewashed or painted. There are excellent gardens in the neighborhood of Mahon, but the island is stony and bare, as far as I strolled, excepting of olives and the prickly pear, neither of which grow tall, though the latter spreads wide and is bulky. They say, however, that forests of oak and pine clothe the mountains, and that other trees prosper in other parts. The roads cut one's feet with their flintiness, and the sea views are often shut out from them by tall walls of round stones, an amplification of such stone walls as may be seen in our country ; and over the top of them bristles the prickly pear. Few horses appear, and seldom a cart or carriage. I saw but one carriage, and that one, a sort of minor omnibus, used as a post-coach 182 Life and Writings of once a week between the two extremities of the island. The people are gentle, civil, and superstitious. Priests are evermore seen parading the streets in religious processions of various sorts; and the Minorcan's pride might be taken for the human voice. They say that the Carthaginians pos- sessed the island for a long time, and that old Hannibal was born at Port Mahon. " I remained long enough here to feel perfectly at home ; got acquainted with everybody and was amused by being carried about the harbor from ship to ship. One day when I was going on board the Fairfield to dine, a sailor who had been sent up the hill to me to announce the boat, stopped short as we got to a turn near the bottom which shut him out from the view of the men, and, after consi- derable stammering, and much bowing and scraping, com- menced the following dialogue : " ' Will you excuse, sir ? I am going to take a great liberty, but I hope, sir, you '11 excuse me.' " ' Certainly. Speak.' " 'Well, sir, I don't want to be rude, but I hope you '11 excuse me.' " ' Speak, I say, my good fellow.' " ' Well, sir, I want to take the liberty of asking if your name is John Howard Payne V " ' It is, what of that V " <■ By ! I said so ! I saw your trunk coming over the side, and I said to the men, if those trunks belong to the man I think, d — e, if I don't stand up for him, and so shall you. But the men said your name wasn't John, but James, so, " If it is James Howard Payne, said I, that alters the case — " " ' And being John Howard Payne — ' " ' Being John Howard Pajme, pardon me, sir, but give me your hand; and all I have to say is, I'm satisfied with you.' " ' Thank you.' JouN Howard Payne. 183 " ' I'm satisfied with you, because I've made more money out of you than ever I made out of any man, or ever shall again. Why, sir, I've been an actor, and have acted your Brutus, over and over again, and with great applause, too; and I've been a manager, likewise, and had others of your plays performed and made my profit out of them, and, by , give me your hand again, for, John Howard Payne, I'm satisfied with you ! '" " An officer heaving in sight, our conversation was broken ofi", and I went on board, where I told the story in the captain's cabin. The man was inquired about. The cap- tain said, ' Yes. Our men looked upon you as their pro- perty. They'll be greatly disappointed if they don't take you to Tunis.' But on the unexpected change of commo- dores, it was differently ordered, and I left the Fairfield for the Preble. " The next change was the sortie of the squadron. 'Twas really a noble sight. Boats followed the different vessels with salutations and benedictions. Numbers of both sexes stood on the shores and in the balconies, waving farewells. " Out we sailed, and then commenced sea-manoeuvres, which lasted a couple of days, such as ; forming by signal in a line and in single file and in double file and so on. At last, while we were at dinner, a midshipman announced that the commodore had made signal, ' Part company you may.' The various vessels then went alongside of the commodore's ship. Their shrouds were lined with men. Three cheers were given by each. Finally, all were answered by an equal number of cheers to each from the commodore's ship, then each turned off in a different direction, and, forthwith, I was on my way to Tunis. " We sailed, and sailed, and sailed. In the Mediterra- nean we met scarcely anything, excepting, at two different times, sleeping on the waves, a turtle ; one of which we 184 Life and Writings of put out a boat for, and took, but the other waked and got off. " ' There, sir,' said a lieutenant to me at last, as he low- ered his glass, ' There, sir, is your new home, there is the coast of Africa.' " Taking the glass, I discerned a long line of hills in the horizon, seemingly treeless, and, midway through their entire length, a wide yellowish streak, lighted by the sun- shine, and apparently of sand. But to a landsman, coasts from shipboard look pretty much alike ; so we will pass over certain intermediate islands, and here we are just entering the harbor of Tunis. " I must give you an idea of the form of this harbor. Do you remember the shape of what they call the Saracenic arch ? You will then remember that it is two parts of a wide arch, whence springs an entire, but narrower one ; or, if this wont do, suppose we turn it upside down, and so compare it to a fine, full-cheeked half moon, with a noble pair of regular, branching horns, as thus: such (mak- ing due allowance for the drawing), is the form of Tunis harbor. Here we are, as I said before, just entering it at the wider part. Away off to the left appears a large island, and nearer the cape, a small one. Don't forget these islands, for I have something to say about them. " Now we sail onward. At last we get to the inner arch. Within its right side as we enter, tower the hills of ancient Carthage. From the outermost point of land on the side opposite, are wildly picturesque mountains, jagged and steep. Far ahead of us, on the edge of the innermost arch top, stands the Goletta castle ; behind it, inclining to the left, is the large lake of Tunis, and behind the lake, on a rising ground, but dimly perceptible from the sea, and overlooked at the left by greater elevations crowned with ports, stand-Tunis wall and Tunis. Between the two sides of the shore facing us, the land is flat. From the harbor, John Howard Payne. 185 trees are only seen in one or two spots, and those only dwarfish olives. " Come. It is time for us to try to be classical. You wish to know why I desired you to bear in mind the two islands at the left ? It is because the smaller one, nearest the coast, is the scene of the wreck of part of Eneas' fleet. At the shore adjacent, the remainder of the fleet landed. To the heights overhanging this part of the shore, ^neas went up for the purpose of seeing into what sort of a region he had been cast, and thereabout met his mother Venus, disguised as a huntress, who gave him a deal of valuable information. Farther in towards Tunis, near one of the mountain tops, is the cave where he and Dido sought refuge later in their history, from the tempest that arose, while young A.8canius was galloping after the stags on the plain below. And farther in yet towards Tunis are the other eminences whence ^neas caught his first glance at Carthage on the opposite elevations across the water. Of Carthage, on our right hand side, nothing appears but one of the finest of positions for a noble city. About one hundred and eighty feet, as they say, from the water's surface, rises by very long gradations, the site of the Temple of Esculapius and the Citadel of Byrsa. The famous spot where the Carthaginian leader Asdrubal deserted his country's cause, and his heroic wife Sophonisba, rather than imitate his baseness, fired the temple, plunging with her children into its flames, is now marked by a meagre little red chapel recently built by the French in memory of St. Louis, who is said also to have died there. Thence runs a second long slope mounting to a still loftier eminence, from the summit of which springs a tall watch-tower, and under it descends a white Moorish village consecrated to Sidi-Bon-Saed (lite- rally. Our Lord Father of Felicity) a Mahometan saint whose tomb, there, is a sanctuary for Mahometan criminals of every sort. From the latter height, Dido might have 24 186 Life and Writings of gazed her last at -^neas escaping ; and it is only on the former, that we can place the palace wherein the Trojan told her his adventures with such fatal eloquence, and sub- sequently built her funeral pyre. In short, from the vessel's deck in the harbor, nearly all the points, either in poetry or history, which give Tunis its fame, are discernible. One takes as much interest in verifying the truth of fiction here, as the truth of history ; and we realize the events connected with ^neas and Dido, as we do those of Hannibal or Reg- ulus, Scipio or Asdrubal or Sophonisba, or St. Louis, or Charles the V, or any of the rest ; and the poetical ones, perhaps even more intensely than the other, because Virgil has laid the hearts of those whom he describes open before us, making us their confidants. " Mighty, however, as may have been the sensations pro- duced at various times by the arrival in these regions of ^neas, and Regulus, and Scipio, and Louis of France, and Charles V, and others, I will venture to assert that on the 12th of May, 1843, the arrival of John Howard Payne, consul from America, occupied the attention of numbers, while not a soul far or near gave a thought or ever knew of the existence of any of the rest ; and among the numbers in question, were those grim warriors here who are spe- cially charged with the important duty of firing salutes. At eight in the morning subsequent upon the anchoring of our vessel about sunset, up went the flag, and bang ! went the cannons at the Goletta fort, one-and-twenty times. 'Count their guns,' cried the officer on duty. When they ceased, 'Twenty-one, sir,' was the reply. Meanwhile, our men had been placed at their posts. 'Larboard, fire !' called our officer on duty. Bang! went a Preble gun on one side ! ' Starboard, fire !' Bang ! went a Preble gun on the other side ; and so on, to the twcntj'- first. This ceremony over, I was formally invited to name a day when I would dine with the gentlemen in the ward room, and the captain was asked to be of the party. It John Howard Payne. 187 was then announced that the boat was manned, and the captain and I in full costume descended ; some one guiding my honorable heels, as I let myself down by a rope to the edge of the capering boat. Just as we were clearing the vessel, 'Bang!' went a gun once more from the Preble. * That is for you, sir,' said the captain, whereupon I stood up, as instructed, the captain steadying me on one side, and a midshipman on the other; retaining that position till nine guns were fired, when I reposed for a while upon my glories. Dance, dance, dance, went the boat for about two miles. Along the low, b ire, empty shore, appeared only the Goletta fort, and between it and Carthage-heights on one side, but a single building, a large, new one, much re- sembling those ingenious structures which young people form of playing cards. On the other side of the Goletta, and at some distance from it, there was a range of little crooked trees with dark bushy tops, which proved to be an olive grove. In the corner of the harbor, fronting this grove, were many ships at anchor. The Goletta fort looked just as it does in the engraved view of it annexed to Noah's book on Tunis, Mordecai Manasseh, and matters and things in general. As we passed, the fort fired another salute of nine guns. We went round the point of a pier, termi- nating iu a line of heaped rocks and stones, entering with- in the Goletta by a straight passage, on either side of which were queer, looking barges, full of queerer looking sailors, black and brown, some turbaned, some with red skull-caps. Sentries saluted us at posts along the shore. Then we passed a steamer at the wharf-side, then other vessels, and then we stepped on classic ground, rendered most prosaically common-place by ragged sailors and work- people and double lines of galley-slaves, marching by in chains from one task to another. At the house of a native, of Frftich parentage, a very gentlemanly man, who is our agent at the Goletta, I found two large four-wheeled cabriolets in waiting. A little man standing at the door 188 Life and Writings of eyed me intently. He had a long, grisly beard and vast mustacMos ; tall, red cap, from behind which hung a pro- fusion of blue silk thread; a short, Mameluke jacket, a broad red sash, immense large blue breeches, gathered below the knee, naked calves, Turkish slippers, and a large sabre. This person I afterwards found to be one of my Drago- mans. He had been in his boyhood an Italian captive ; turned Mussulman as he grew up, and in his prime became eminent as a pirate. He mounted his charger and galloped on ahead. Captain Wilson and I entered one cabriolet, and the chevalier, my agent at the Goletta, another, and off we rolled through the conglomeration of misshapen buildings, large and little, under the gates of a wall, into the plain leading around the lake's side to Tunis, turning our backs on Carthage. " We rode, and we rode, and we rode, two hours in the hot sun. So flat was the way, so silent, so lonely, so tree- less, I might have fancied myself on an American prairie, had there been more vegetation. The lake by our left hand side was streaked across, here and there, with hues of a pea green. Birds flew about its borders, that made our captain long for his gun. Now and then, we met a rider on a mule, another on a horse, and wrapped in what seemed a white sheet, with an immense nondescript straw- covering over his head, a little like the caricature of a coarse Leghorn bonnet, and a good deal more like a huge, unstrung umbrella, open, lofty, crowned and most amazingly wide in the brim, which went flapping up and down as either rode. To an aged horseman, in passing, our avant- courier, the Dragoman, galloped up, when, each kissing the other on the shoulder, both darted onward their respective ways. Then came by, some two or three loaded camels ; then a crazy Maltese cab, with a half-starved horse, the cabman now running along by its side, and now springing in to drive as he sat on the cab-bottom, with his legs dang- ling out over the side. Once or twice, we passed flocks of John Howard Payne. 189 sheep with tails resembling old-fashioned full-bottomed wigs. Startling the Bedouin shepherd, as he was stretched full length along some small slope, wrapped in his burnouse to watch them, he would lift up his head, gaze a moment, and then lay it down again. Here and there we saw at a distance from th e road, grou ps of coarse, B edouin , black tents of hair-cloth, the unchanged mapalia of the ancient !N^umi- dians, to the form of which Sallust compares a ship-keel inverted, and concerning which the Song of Solomon says, verse fifth of chapter first : * I am black, but comely, like the tents of Kedar ; ' comely, or pleasant to the eye, I pre- sume, in allusion to the delight derived from the indication of social life afforded by one of these movable villages in the desert. A black hair tent-village of this sort, is sup- posed to have crowned the upper height of Carthage (now the Sidi-Bon-Saed already mentioned), and to have formed the ancient town that Dido found there, and which retained the title of Niagara, that the learned are said to regard as identical with mapalia, and with magar, the still more antique, and, probably, the parent term. But what else did we meet on the road to Tunis? Moorish ladies out for an airing, but we did not see them. They were curtained up in a little, close carriage on two large wheels, and which was enveloped in a sort of brown Holland carriage-cover, bearing on each side a black cari- cature of five outstretched fingers, signifying ' five in your eye ! ' the severest curse of the Arabs, and meant as a spell against the evil eye, and to express *Fie, and bad luck to you, if you dare peep at our fat ladies ! ' More than midway between us and the lake, we passed a little, square, white, stone building of one story, where horses and mules were drinking at the door, a Moorish coffee-house and baiting- place for man and beast. Farther on, we passed through a grove of olives thatlooked exceedingly like asuperannuated, old, Yankee apple-orchard ; and at last, appeared the white walls and round domes and minarets of Tunis; pleasant 190 Life and Writings of eminences covered with olives, a mile or two off, facing and overlooking it ; and above, and on a line with it, a wind-mill (the only remembrancer of familiar scenes) ; and, crossing the way ahead, in the distance, beyond the city, a tall line of narrow arches, sustaining an aqueduct, but not of that part of the olden time which is classical. " A little more riding and a little more riding, and lo ! the American flag waving over a tall house, just behind the inner wall of Tunis ; and over other houses equally tall, flags of European nations; and on the walls, the flag of Tunis, with its crescent and its single star. (These flags, I would have you to know, by way of parenthesis, were raised in compliment to the new consul.) The outer gate is before us. A square, ragged old structure, open on all sides, and disclosing a saint's tomb within ; an unfenced burial-ground by its side, with raised flat stones, length- wise, wider at one end than the other, and surmounted often with a straight stem, occasionally bearing a turban on its top. A drove of camels on the other side of the road, some with their legs doubled under them, reposing ; others standing and staring. We have passed by these, and now we are under the outer gate- way. Dirt! Dirt! Queer, grim-looking creatures, stretched on wide stone benches that are built against the wall beneath the canopy. Boys and men half naked, standing and walking about, with earthen pots of antique form, crying, 'Water! Who'll buy water !' Blind beggars shouting, ' Charity, for the love of Mahomet !' ' Bahlick !' (Take care !) ' Ilemp- shee !' (Clear out) bawls the driver, meaning that the way must be freed from that drove of donkeys, puzzling to and fro, and running under the wheels. 'Bahlick!' The Dra- goman gives that camel a cut with his whip and he stalks aside indiiferently. 'Bahlick!' The Maltese cart must stop against the wall, and make room for the consul! * * * " We have passed under the passage. We are within the limits of Tunis city. John Howard Payne. 191 A short, unpaved street of moderate width ; low, one story, dirty white houses, with little ragged sheds project- ing over thera, eylet holes for windows; dirty looking squatters of every color and age, with turbans of every color, in the doorways and on heaps of dirt at each side of the street. Donkeys loaded with panniers of greens, of charcoal, of almost everything. Camels with huge skins of water slung across them, like giant saddle bags, flocks of sheep, herds of black goats ; but all must push aside, to make way for the carriage. 'Bahlick! Bahlick ! Hemp- shee ! ' From the short street, we enter a wide open space, in its middle two rising grounds on either side of the largest of which runs to one point, a road. We take that at the left. What does this open space look like ? It most resembles the burnt district of New York after the great fire of 1835. Right and left hand of our road arise burial grounds unfenced. What are those waddling masses of draperies, gowns, one would say, and shawls, of every hue and texture hung around the sides of a huge barrel, with a black masked head thrust through its top and a pair of thick legs through its bottom ? ' Foregad ! ' as the old nurse says in Romeo and Juliet, ^ how every part about it quivers !' Behold ! Another, and yet another of these mon- sters ! Some unmasked ! Hush, man ! These are Moorish women ! The one or two with their broad faces bare are Jews. That fourth one so carefully muzzled with a black silk scarf, as if nature had mixed her Indian ink inade- quately, is a she nigger ! Bahlick ! Bahlick ! women though you are, you must cling up close to the side or you'll be run over. We have got to a narrow turn over a short bridge. Now we have crossed — up we go — down again along a pinched up way between dead walls and low houses, with only a grated slit here and there for windows. The t>ther carriage coming from the opposite direction must back and let the consul pass ! ' Bahlick ! ' We are through another gate. There's another wall and gate over 192 Life and Writings op the bridge, sole tribute to past glories, the gate is called * the Carthaginian.' ' Bahlick ! Bahliek ! ' Every one gets out of the way but that yellow chap with bushy black hair, shirtless, shoeless and bare legged, and only girt with a dark cloth descending from his waist. He is a Saint, anglice, a crazy man. He does not fear, and we must take care not to hurt him. Kone are truly respected among the Moors but those who have lost their senses. ' Bahlick ! ' How that grey bearded Jew, who has picked up a super- annuated three cornered hat like an old continental colo- nel's, soinewhere, and mounted it over his Moorish garb, pins himself against the wall to keep secure from being run over ! We jolt under and across the gateway, a short, very short, turn. ' Bahlick ! Hempshee ! Bahlick ! ' Why don't those men, women, children, donkeys, goats and camels, mind what they are about ? We are through the gate, into a winding street, each side of which can be touched from the carriage if we outstretch our hands. No danger of upsetting here, ruinous looking houses, dead- walls. Now the walls grow higher and more regular on one side, and the houses taller on the other. We are among the ministerial and the consular mansions. A short turn. A small open space. We shoot under along archway. Halt ! We stop, descend, turn short again. We are conducted under another archway. In a high quiet vaulted place like a huge cave, stands a band of musi- cians. Is not that attempt at Hail Columbia? It is. When I appear, all the musicians bow and play and play and bow. These are my premises. I am at the foot of my own staircase, up we pass, to deafening music, groping our way over a long ascent of clumsy stone steps. We come to sunshine again in a square hall lighted by rickety win- dows from above. Rooms open into it. A young man advances and holds out his hand. ' Mr. Gale, I presume ? ' ' Yes, sir.' He shows me into a drawing room. His power as consul ad interim is at an end and mine begins. JouN Howard Payne. 193 -Oh, the uncouth place ! Great iron bars everywhere! I look out of the window. The city wall is on the opposite side of the unpaved street, its top cut by way of ornament into the shape of a long range of grave-stones. ' Congenial horrors, hail ! ' " ' Have you anything for me ? ' ' Oh, yes, letters and papers.' I open a very agreeable epistle from Mrs. Thatcher Payne, forwarded by Mr. Ballard from Gibraltar, wherewith I also receive one of my old night-caps. "Dreary, indeed, seemed every thing. A yahoo of a HOUSE meagerly furnished, and none of the furniture mine. Kot a comfortable bed in it. Some hard wool-mattrasses, and harder wool-pillows were laid on boards raised about two feet from the ground. On one of these at night, I sought repose in a recess. I looked up at the rafter-ceilings, all in the Mahon fashion, and just at the wall-top, was a black, irregular blot. My imagination was full of scor- pions. I thought of Miss Phoebe Filer's customary male- diction at East Hampton. After long watching the spot, 'till it seemed to move and crawl downward, at last I got asleep, while thinking how the bite of a scorpion could be cured. " The official visits to the bey, and from the consuls, next ensued. " For the former, I was glad to find the modes grown more European. I need not take off my shoes nor attempt to smoke. Accompanied by the consul ad interim, and Captain Wil- son, I went to the fortified palace of the bey, about two miles out of Tunis, on a plain. We passed through the arches of the aqueduct I spoke of entering the city, and which is about midway from Tunis to Bardo, for so they call the palace. An irregular mass of edifices combined, and a number of others standing apart, are enclosed within an extensive oblong square, by lofty walls, with cannon and 25 194 Life and Writings of watch-towers, and surrounded bj a wide, deep moat. The crescent and star banner of the bey waved over the main building. " We enter the gateway. Sentries and guards salute. Grim throngs, some standing and some reclining, fill long dark passages, on either side of which are low rooms. An open space with many carts and carriages, a turn to the left, another passage into an unpaved court with a foun- tain in the middle, an ascent up several wide marble stairs to apartments seemingly important. Under this colonnade we stop. Persons with anxious and busy faces pass to and fro, some in humble garb, some richly clad, and wearing diamond orders. One of the apartments forms the hall of justice, where a move of the bey's hand maybe to his subjects, either All the world can give, or Death. " After broiling for some time in the hot sun, we were asked up into a little room set apart for a consular ante- chamber. Thence we were at length summoned to the royal presence. " Down stairs under the colonnade, a turn through a cen- tral door, into a passage lined at each side with guards, who presented arms. Before me, my dragoman; at my left, one of the bey's ministers ; behind me, the vice con- sul and Captain Wilson. " We enter a long drawing room, carpeted, a range of numerous windows on one side. Wide Moorish sofas against the wall, facing each other, from end to end. " At the corner of the left hand extremity, fronting me as I entered, sat a person in a tall red cap. At his left stood, with similar caps, two others, young and plump. All had long, double-breasted blue frock-coats, closed from the top, descending to the heels, the yellow buttons stamped with the crescent and the star, and converging from each shoulder to the waist, till they formed there nearly the point of an angle. All had diamond orders, but the diamonds of the one who was seated, were the richest and most numerous. The John Howard Payne. 195 minister who accompanied me, wore a costume similar to the others. " We are at our destination, my dragoman has kissed the royal hand, for it was the bey who sat before us. " ' Peace between us,' said his highness in Arabic. ' Be pleased to take a seat,' continued he, pointing to the sofa at his right, ' and to receive my welcome of you and of your friends.' " Chairs being placed, Mr. Gale and Captain Wilson sat in front of the bey, and the minister, standing at their right, interpreted Mr. Gale's Italian in Arabic, after my English to Mr. Gale. " Presently I asked Mr. Gale for my letter of credence, and having received it, I rose, and said : " * In presenting these, my credentials, I am instructed to assure your highness of the cordial friendship of the president of the United States, and of his earnest desire that the amicable relations now subsisting between Tunis and our republic, may long continue unimpared.' " His highness interrupted me, by declaring with empha- sis that no one could cherish more strongly such a desire than he himself did. " ' Permit me, at the same time, to avail myself of this occasion, on my own part, to express the gratification I feel in being honored by my country with a mission, of which the duties promise to be rendered not only easy but agree- able, by their bringing me into communication with a prince universally characterized as wise, and good, and just.' " While the minister was translating what I had said, his highness frequently put his hand to his heart and said, ' Meleeah ! ' which means ' good ! ' " I then handed my letter of credence to the minister, who handed it to the bey. "HTs highness hoped I should find my new residence comfortable and happy, and assured me that nothing should be wanting, within his power, to make it so. 196 Life and Writings of " Some general chat ensued, in which Captain Wilson took part. The captain expressed the pleasure it would give him to receive his highness on board the Preble, and his highness said he should be gratified some day when he went to the golelta, at any rate, to take a look at the corvette from his windows there. I observed that I hoped our vessels would visit Tunis more frequently hereafter, as we had a large squadron in the Mediterranean. The bey replied that he was always happy to welcome the ships of friends, dwelling on the word friends. A question whether our squadron was actually in the Mediterranean, or only expected, was answered that she was at that moment cruising there. A black now entered with little coiFee cups on a silver tray. We all partook, made our bows, and departed. I felt considerably annoyed that, from the combined eifects of so long standing in the sun, and of the unsettledness arising from my recent voyage and novel situation, my hand trembled so in taking the coffee, that the cup went tap, tap, tap ! against the saucer, when I sat it down, as though I were under a fit of ague. You may guess from that how glad I was, when, my bow being made, I found myself once more through the guards, out of the palace, and on my way back to Tunis. " Visits from all the consuls and all their respective suites, glittering in gold and silver, immediately ensued. They were consumed in hollow diplomatic civilities, and in hints that I should find Tunis a most unendearing residence ; all social relations being broken up by a miserable spirit of village prying and scandal, which has destroyed even the unreserved and agreeable intercourse once subsisting among the consular families. There was more truth in this than always comes from ministerial agents. " So ! the Preble went and I was left alone, all alone ! but soon I got used to the looks and ways of the folks around me. There is a minaret of a mosque close by my mansion ; and even the five-timos-a-day call to prayer, repeated at John Howard Payne. 197 each of the four corners of the square top, has lost its strangeness and is now uttered without my being aware of it. One of the oddest things at first seemed to me, when I asked, ' Where is Mr. (such a one) ? ' — the reply, ' Oh, he's gone to breakfast at Carthage, he'll be back to dinner.' And it was long before I could really feel and believe that real Carthage was meant, and not some Carthage in our far west. But I must defer any further mention of Carthage, or the neighborhood, or Tunis itself, for future letters, and proceed to the next great court-ceremonials which it came within my course of duty to attend. " Probably you are aware that there is a a Mahommedan lent, during the ninth month of their year, and which they call Ramadhan. At the next new moon following, Ramadhdn ceases, and the lesser Beiram, or feasting, begins, and lasts four days. The greater Beiram, or fasting begins on the 10th day of the twelfth moon, and also lasts four days. " The Ramadhan this year fell on the 24th of September, the first day of the lesser Beiram on the 24th of October, and the first day of the greater Beiram on the 24th of December. " For the week preceding the Ramadhan, all sorts of preparations were made for it. All the Moorish servants wanted presents for the purpose of enabling them to lay in their stock of extra provisions for the thirty nights to come, no food being permitted during the thirty days. " Cannons, drums and guns at midnight announced the commencement of this fast. All the day after, every Moor looked most forlorn, and daily, till it ended, worse and worse. On the first night, great illuminations had been talked of, but they consisted merely, I believe, of lightefl lanes, and extra-lighted coft'ee-houses, with the novelty of a row of lamps all round the minaret's balus- trade on each mosque. The moment the sun sets, eating 198 Life and Writings of and drinking begins, and is only suspended, when the drum goes about beating for the fast to be vigorously resumed. " I took a turn in the town, well attended, on one of those nights during this fast, when the Moors are permitted, after sunset, to indulge a little more than usual. I stopped at a coffee-house which was greatly crowded, but very orderly. Groups were sitting all about on Moorish divans, drinking coffee, smoking, playing at draughts. Curiously cut tin lanterns hung in every direction as did cages with canary-birds. In the centre was a long table, and Moorish sofas on each side and at one end. Various adornments stood on the table, among them, for instance, a large glass vase of gold fish. Some famous singers, one of them blind, very old, very celebrated, and with a most venerable white beard, sat on the end bench, bearing in his hand a musical instrument. Six or seven others were squatted, tailor-like, on each side of this one. They had a something like pipes and tabors ; and little instruments with a couple of strings each, played on like a violincello, and others like mandolines, and accompanied them with the earthquake fury of stentorian lungs in Arabic songs — as I was told, but never should have suspected — of most melt- ing tenderness. As it was known that I intended to visit the Cafe that evening, I and my suite, (among whom was Mr. Ballard), received the honor of the most conspicuous place there, and chairs were placed for us so near the musi- cians, that we were almost deafened. To mend the matter, every now and then, when the voices were most outra- geous, the keeper of the coffee-house would go round with a staff, and violently slapping cage after cage, startle up the wearied out and slumbering birds, who would begin also to sing most vociferously, by way of chorus. Yet the whole scene was most amusingly oriental. Both a gallery overhead, and an open apartment overlooking it, were crowded with Moors, as were the steps leading up to them. John Howard Payne. 199 "During this fast a native Tunisian, who called upon me, mentioned a strange scene and a stranger history, which had just come under his notice. His curiosity was excited by the view of a tall, haggard, turbaned person, with long white beard, and skin-pails filled with water, girt all around him and bearing in his hand a cup. He made seven steps and paused, knelt, bowed his face to the ground, licked the dust, rose up and then went on again, but repeated the same at every seventh step. All looked on him with respectful silence and a sort of awe. My informant learned that he was a Turk from Egypt. During the French invasion, he fled thence, leaving behind him a wife and child. He obtained employ on board a vessel that brought him to Tunis. Meanwhile, unknown to him, the troubles of his country drove his wife and child away from it, and chance also led them to Tunis. The wife died. The motherless child found a protecting friend, who brought her up as her own daughter. The Egyptian Turk hearing a description of this young girl's attractions, demanded her in marriage ; courtship in these countries always going on through others, and without personal acquaint- ance. After some months of marriage, the husband and wife happening to disclose each their history to the other, the Egyptian, horror-struck, discovered his wife to be his daughter. He flew distracted to the cadi and told him all. The cadi forthwith decreed a divorce and condemned the man through life, to give water, without pay, to all who should desire it, and at every seventh step, to lick the dust. This he has done for years, and is often seen performing his penance, especially at Moorish funerals. "The liamadhdn is over when the new moon of the Beiram is discovered; great, indeed, is the noise and the re- joicing. On the morning following, the national banner is raisea everywhere, and the cannons, wherever planted, fire a national salute. The bey goes through various cere- monies at Bardo Palace, and, among the rest, receives the 200 Life and Writings of bow of felicitation, while seated in state upon his throne, from all the consuls. " My honorable self, of course, with my vice-consul, went on the 24th of October, to grace this ceremony with my presence. The road was alive with even a more motley group than used to animate that from Boston to Cambridge on the commencement days of Harvard University. And what crowds of white mantled, and red mantled, and green mantled Moors, in the passages, and fi rst open space of the approaches to the palace; and how carnages and carts and splendidly caparisoned horses were, in the latter, wedged together ! The first court-yard, the unpaved one with a fountain in the centre, was entirely covered with a thick bed of sand ; for what purpose, you shall know anon. We ascend the high, wide range of steps, jostled there, and in the short passage above, by multitudes of persons in various rich costumes, and by dense masses of epauletted officers, white, yellow, and black, returning from paying their devoirs to the bey. We enter the inner and paved court-yard that I spoke of as surrounded by a colonnade. Opposite the entrance, in the door way to the apartment where I was first received by his highness, sat the king of Tunis ; on either hand, his officers of state ; the superior ones, generally, in the uniforms of the frock- coat form which I have noticed before, but glittering with rich embroideries, and a greater number of diamond deco- rations. A child of some seven or eight years old, decked out in the same style, the orders, and the sabre, and the epaulettes all in little, stood at the right hand of his high- ness. Of course, finely dressed persons hemmed in every side, but the area was unencumbered. " Ahmed Pacha Bey was seated in a white chair, of some peculiar fish-bone, put together with silver rivets. 'No doubt the chair has intrinsic claims to admiration, of which its exterior gives no sign, nor could I learn what they were supposed to be. His highness was magnificently decorated John Howard Payne. 201 with embroidery and diamonds, and had a splendid scy- metar before him. His right hand rested on a yellow cushion. Facing him stood a Herculean figure, wrapped in a dark burnouse. " The bey's countenance was unmoved as marble while he received the various obeisances, but when he desired to give a mark of signal favor, he would turn the palm of his hand upward, after the back had been kissed, and he who obtained that honor, would again kiss the hand on the palm; and throughout this ceremony, I observed that none were content with a mere kiss, but after it, the fore- head was bent down and pressed upon the open palm, and then the lips again, all of which pressures probably meant something particular, but I could not find out what, be- yond entire devotedness of body and soul. But there was a more significant manoeuver than the rest, and which proved how much these potentates confide in the aforesaid public testimonials of entire, soul-and-body devotedness ; it was this; the Herculean figure that I mentioned as standing in front of the bey, grasped firmly each bending devotee's shoulder, never relaxing his hold till the faithful slave was too far from his royal master to stab him while he kissed. The manual exercise of courtesy is not ex- pected, even on these occasions, from the consuls. All their kissing of the barbarous high and mighties, is done, like the courtship of kings, by proxy, all by their drago- mans. Each, preceded by his own dragoman, after the royal hand is duly saluted, makes the best bow he can, and goes away in silence. The presentation of the Divan is more imposing. This is the nominal council of the ruler, whom formerly it could crown or decapitate at plea- sure. It consists of long-bearded, and gravely, but ele- gantly, attired old men, who advance in a row, single file. As they appeared, seats were brought and placed on a line from the bey to the entrance door, and at his right, but 26 202 Life and Writings of considerably distant from him ; to which seats, after the kissing of hands, these dignitaries went, and coffee was handed to them and to his highness; which being disposed of, they rose and uttered a prayer from the Koran, that was every now and then interrupted by a loud cry, ahmeen ! synonymous, as I was informed, with our amen! This over, and the bey having withdrawn for awhile, the next move was another presentation of all the principal person- ages to the bey of the camp, as he is called, the lieutenant- general of the army, and heir presumptive, at present, of the throne, but who, in a direct line, would now have been reigning. He sat in a dark room, and the same forms to him as to his royal cousin were observed. " His highness, Ahmed Pacha Bey, with all the great folks, followed by multitudes of the ordinary ones, reap- pearing, crossed this main court yard, to the top of the stair-case overlooking the ante-court yard, unpaved, which has the fountain in the centre; and was, as I told you, entirely covered with a thick bed of sand ; you will now perceive for what purpose. " Near the fountain stood a number of swarthy, tall, athletic Bedouins, with bodies and limbs bare, and entirely shaven pates unturbaned; all shining from head to foot with oil. At their left, as they faced us great personages on the stair top, squatted queer-looking musicians before queer-looking instruments. On each side of the wide, open space before the fountain, was a throng of turbaned and mantled Moors and Turks and Arabs and Bedouins and ^Negroes. " All this array was for a Barbaric wrestling, practiced from time immemorial on such occasions in presence of the king and court. Directors and judges stood near. The ladies of the harem have a place altotted to them over- looking the court-yard, where they may see the sport, themselves unseen. John Howard Payne. 203 "Drums and other music; a signal; two of the wrestlers start forward. They curvet around, flinging their arms and legs about, and striking their palms together, like capering sailors half drunk, about to jump Jim Crow. Coming in front of the bey, they suddenly cast themselves each upon his knee, up again, and jump Jim Crow back to their starting place, where each, with neck and knee bent, stands like a statue, while a priest (I suppose it was), advances, and placing a finger on the back of the right hand one, loudly utters some words, which I understood to be a prayer to excite them to do their best, and to in- voke Mahomet to carry them through the trial uninjured; for, sometimes, it is said, they do not quit the struggle alive. The invocation over, they start up, watch their chance awhile, then close. " If they become exasperated, and make any move con- trary to rule, or if they display such equal prowess and dexterity as to render it clear that neither is likely to con- quer, the judges stop the struggle. In the latter case, or in the case of a victory, the band plays, and then another pair contend. After each encounter, there is a small caper, and a kneeling obeisance to the court. I understand that they were ushered before the bey after the trial, for the honor of kissing his hand, and to receive gifts or prizes. This, however, I did not witness, but when the sports were past, pushed through the crowd as soon as possible to my carriage. "It would have diverted you to have seen what odd- looking military ofiicers passed us on the road. We saw, mounted on a little donkey, two of them, one astride, the other sideways, each with fine epaulettes ; and though they had clumsy shoes on their feet, their pantaloons, being without straps, had worked, in riding, up to their knees. Others, however, were on noble steeds, and both horse and rider were gorgeously caparisoned. 204 Life and Writings of " The same forms in every respect were repeated on the 24th of December, the beginning of the greater Beirara ; but all upon a grander scale. I saw the account the bey paid to the French merchant who got the new coat and sword-belt embroidered that his highness first wore on this occasion. Its amount was six thousand seven hundred and seventy francs. "Here, then, my 'full, true and particular story' draws to a close; and high time it did, say you. But Anna asked me to relate every thing about my life here, public and private, and I do not hold myself responsible for the consequences of complying for once with such a request, though I think you will find it more agreeable that I should in future be regulated by the rule given to dyspeptics about food, ' less at a time and oftener.' For the present occasion, however, I will suppose I may take with me, even into Africa, the license which has always been allowed wherever else I have lived ere now, of spoiling as much paper as one chooses on Valentine's day in honor of the ladies. * * * " Ah, Eloise ! Bid you get a' Valentine this year? Though Uncle Howard's words do come to you now with black faces from the country where the N^egroes grow, what a pretty Valentine you should have if I were in France, where they make paper with such beautiful pictures on it, and ink all bright with silver and gold ! There ! That's a kiss for you, my dear, and take that for Uncle Howard's Valentine. I would send one Valentine to my Miss Van Rensselaer, and another to Miss Julia Sands, were I not afraid my little Eloise would be jealous. You may, nevertheless, thank Miss Sands for giving me the pleasure of her appearance, and of the flashes of her wit, in a dream last night ; and say to her that her literary glory has even extended to Barbary, for I myself saw it here recorded in Picket's Academician, side by side with John Howard Payne. 205 that of Miss Miller and others, whom it delighted me to find thus honored in the land of Dido. But here I am talking of love and ladies, when everything around me threatens war. I had almost forgotten to men- tion that, for the last three months, forts have been building, monitors arriving, troops collecting, and hostile fleets looked for, by some from Sardinia, by some from Austria, by some from Constantinople; but I can scarcely think the difliculties (for there are real ones with all these powers), will have any results so serious. Therefore you may assure Mrs. Barnes and the ladies, that I hope at some future day to see them all again in spite of cannons and scymetars, and to tell them how much their little Turkish slippers have been admired even by genuine Turkies. " I would add a list of those to whom I desire to be par- ticularly remembered. Miss Sedgwick and her connections, the Bryants, Mrs. Bradish, your father, and many others, but you will be glad to be spared the inconvenience of reading any more from me just now, on condition of your- self calling them all to mind without my naming them. To Mrs. Osborn and Aunty, I mean to write when the next scribbling fit comes on ; so you are set free from the effects of the present one, with assurances how sincerely I remain " Ever yours faithfully, " John Howard Payne." After his presentations to the bey, Mr. Payne imme- diately devoted himself to the duties of his office. Mr. Hodgson was the preceding consul, but this gentleman spent the most of his time in Italy, and left the affairs of state in the hand of his clerk, a young man by the name of Gale, whom he appointed to act as consul ad interim. The business of the office was found to be in a state of neg- lect wflich caused Mr. Payne much hard work to put into proper condition ; besides this, he found the consular resi- dencein frightful disorder and dilapidation, entirely unfit for 20fi Life and Writings of persons of the most ordinary circumstances to live in, far more the representative of a great nation, and, had the prior consuls to Mr. Payne properly respected their office, they would have demanded other apartments of the Tunis go- vernment. It did not take Mr. Payne long to discover the place far beneath the dignity of his position, for he at once made a representation to his government at Washington of the vile condition of the consulate mansion, and asked for the necessary authority to repair the dungeon-like place, with iron-barred holes for windows, and rafted ceil- ings. But the government at the time did not think it expedient to take any steps in the matter, as there was a disposition, on the part of congress, to suppress its Tunisian consulate altogether. Meantime, Mr. Payne had discovered that the bey himself was his landlord, and sometimes put such of his houses, as were occupied by consuls in order, and that he was at that time actually spending quite a sum of money on the building assigned to Queen Victoria's representative. " On this hint he spake." He forthwith wrote to the secretary of the bey in the spirit of complaint, declaring that it was almost oiFering an indignity to his government to remain in the building. This was done in such a manner, and so impressive was the style of the communication compared with those hitherto sent by earlier American consuls, that it received an immediate answer, with the promise of repairs. After some two or three days had passed and no workmen appeared, he ap- pealed to his royal highness again. Then workmen were sent, who fooled about the place and who only took some- thing away and left no substitute. Then came another pause : this was too much for Payne. He made up his mind to press the matter until his residence was put in handsome order. He made out a list of the alterations that he desired, got it translated and written down in Arabic, put on his full uniform, and, with his interpreter and vice-consuls, posted off in battle-array to Bardo. John Howard Payne. 207 One of the ministers, whom, according to usage, he first had to meet, asked the object of his visit, and when he told the gentleman of state his object, he declared that he was extremely grieved to hear of our consuls inconvenience, but that there was no necessity of his seeing the bey, who was at this moment much occupied with an important case in the hall of justice, and that his highness had already issued orders that all should be done that he desired. Payne was not to be put off any longer ; he insisted on seeing the bey. The minister retired for a moment, and then re- turned with the request from the bey that if Mr, Payne would have patience for a few seconds, he would be happy to receive him. In a few moments more his highness ad- journed a cause that was then before him and Payne with his attendants was escorted to the hall of justice. Payne entered in the true court-style. His highness was reclin- ing on a long sofa ; at his right stood his minister, and on his left, the interpreter. A dense crowd of white bur- nouses were on each side of the room, leaving a large open space between them and the bey. Payne's dragoman walked up and kissed the hand of his highness, as his (Payne's) proxy, observing court etiquette, and then his interpreter, who did his own politeness, also kissed his royal hand, whereupon his majesty fixed his eyes upon Payne's majesty, and exclaimed in Arabic : " I bid you welcome. What can I do that will afford you pleasure ? " Payne answered ! " I am sorry that I am forced to dis- tress or inconvenience your highness, but ever since my arrival I have been much annoyed about my residence, which now has been rendered so vexatious that, unless some- thing is immediately done, I shall be forced to find apart- ments elsewhere, and make a complaintto my government." " Btitl have given orders to have the patio newly roofed, as you requested," replied the bey. 208 Life and Writings of " This is the least of the things needed. I have informed one of your ministers that there are other things infinitely more required than the roof your highness specifies." Handing the list, Payne in addition remarked, " This will prevent further misunderstanding." His highness appeared to be struck on finding the com- munication written in Arabic, and half opening, and then closing it, and then looking at his minister, and again half opening it, he acted as if he desired to read the communi- cation before the proper time. He then said to Mr. Payne : " I myself will read your list, and see that all your wants herein expressed shall be with promptitude attended to." Mr. Payne evidently had made an impression, and per- fectly satisfied with his own august display, left the apart- ment of his majesty once more to inhabit his tottering A few days more passed and nothing done, he sent another message to the bey by his vice-consul, stating that he would at once take the trouble off his highness' hands, make the required improvements, and deduct the expenses from the rent, until he should be reimbursed. He directed his messenger, Vice-Consul Mr. Gale and his interpreter to insist on a reply, either oral or written. On this occasion, as before, the approaches to his high- ness were already crowded with consuls and others waiting on special business, in such numbers when Payne's am- bassadors arrived, that there was a general titter as if to say : " Gentlemen, you came too late ; your case is hopeless, for we must be served before you." But Payne's ofiicers had learned a lesson but two days before, assumed a dignity that did not belong to them, and pressed through the crowd to the immediate door of the grand court; where the minister who previously presented Mr. Payne to his high- ness at once recognized the messengers, treated them with the most marked civility, and attepded to them forthwith. The expression upon the faces of the crowd that stood John Howard Payne. 209 about at once changed to wonder and astonishment, and Mr. Payne's ambassadors had the satisfaction of hearing a muttering complaint from the bystanders thus set aside, and who were unable to understand why the United States should be so promptly attended to. A badge signified the consulates to which they belonged. In a quarter of an hour or so, the following written answer was placed in the hands of Mr. Payne's plenipo, when he and his coadjutor departed, highly delighted with their success and importance. " Glory to the one only God ! From the slave of All-power- ful God, the Mouchir Ahmed Pacha, Bey, Emir of the Tunisian armies; " To our Ally, Sidi John Howard Payne, Consul General of the American Government at Tunis. "We acquaint you, that we have received your letter, regarding the aftair of the consul's mansion. We had even previously ordered our L'oukie (architects) in relation to the subject; we now come from dispatching the Bache Bouck (chief of the guards) to compel that every thing might be done which you have desired, " May God be your holy guardian ! " Written this ninth day of the month of El Hadja, in the year 1259." (Corresponding with the month of January, the 8th, 1844). Scarcely had the answer been read by Mr. Payne when a giant of a guard covered with tunics and jackets and cloaks, all brilliant here and there with gold (the same man stands before the bey on presentation-day), who as- sured Mr. Payne that the work would go on in the morn- ings The work did go on as promised, and Mr. Payne ordered just whatever he desired. Walls were cut through ; iron gates disappeared; eyelet-holes were turned into 27 210 Life and Writings of magnificent windows; all the terraces were newly covered and painted ; all the floors newly paved with the most ex- pensive painted tiles, and an arched dome towered above the roof, giving a grandeur to the building almost equal to that of the bey's own palace, and over this again our consul caused to be erected a flag-staff of a size that had never before been witnessed in Tunis, and a new American flag was flung out to the winds, of such magnificent proportions that it became the subject of public comment. These im- provements cost the bey over thirty thousand piastres (almost four thousand dollars). When all was complete, Mr. Payne congratulated himself on having the finest con- sulate building in Tunis. Mr. Payne became a great favorite with the bey. He induced Mr. Horace H. Day of New York, the manufac- turer of rubber goods, to present the bey with some speci- mens of his best work, among which there was a large Indian-rubber boat, for which his highness expressed himself much pleased, and in return presented Mr. Day with a gold snuff box set with brilliants valued at one thousand dollars. Mr. Payne had not much more than got his consulate affairs in good working order, and felt comfortable in many respects, when by a change of government at Washington and the intriguing of a person who had formerly been the consul at Tunis, (and who desired a reappointment,) he was recalled. This was a great disappointment to Mr. Payne in several respects. The most important one was, that he had been engaged for over a year on the history of Tunis, and, to accomplish the work properly, it was abso- lutely necessary to be there, where he could come in contact with the materials required for the work. He received the ofiicial notice of his recall on the 20th of ]!^ovember, 1845. On his way home he stopped for some twelve months or more, in Italy, Paris, and London, and reached I^ew York in July, 1847. He then went to Wash- John Howard Payne. 211 ington where he was received with great warmth and respect by every one who knew him, and especially so by Gov. Marcy. Many of his old friends were astonished to see him back at home, as they had not previously heard of his recall ; and protested that he should be returned to a post he had filled with so much dignity and patriotism. Mr. Payne had not been in Washington for a great while before Mr. Marcy and Mr. Clayton made a strong move for his reappointment. This was done on the ground of the dissatisfaction given to the bey, and the people of Tunis by the consul who took Mr. Payne's place. The matter, however, dragged along for some time, and he was not reappointed, until a change of administration took place, and in 1851 Mr. Webster stood by his "old friend," and caused Mr. Payne to be reinstated. Payne, now once more " an exile from home," left his country and his friends, for the last time, in the latter part of April, 1851. When he bade his friends good-by, in Brooklyn, where he had been residing with his brother, Thatcher Payne, he did so in broken health. On his way to Tunis he stopped at Paris for a little over a month, and then taking ship (the Missis- sippi) July 25th, at Marseilles, under the command of Com- modore Morgan of the United States navy, he was directly en route for Tunis, and in sixty hours afterwards, he once more lay in the harbor opposite to the classic grounds of Carthage. Salutes were fired; he was visited from the shore, and was every way received with all the signs of marked respect. When the bey heard of his arrival, he exclaimed, " Let him be welcome." All the flags were dis- played, and all the foreign consuls, in full uniform, imme- diately called on him; his old personal friends hastened to give him a cordial reception. Once more Mr. Payne sat down to his work, with his characteristic determination to do it faithfully and well. In the early part of the winter of 1852, his health com- menced to fail rapidly. Rheumatism and great prostration 212 Life and Writings of followed. He was confined to the house the whole of the winter. In March, feeling somewhat better, he ventured out, to entertain, and show the interesting features of the place to three American gentlemen who were traveling for pleasure, and crossed over from Italy to see Tunis and Car- thage. The undertaking was too much for him, and on his return home, he was prostrated to his bed again, from which he never arose. He died on the 9th of April, 1852, in the sixty-second year of his age. The following is a translation of the official letter an- nouncing his death to the government of the United States. " Tunis, the 9th of April, 1852. " To the President, and Government of the United States : "Monsieur: I hasten to have the honor to bring to your knowledge the decease of Colonel John Howard Payne, our consul, who died this morning at six o'clock. " Gaspary." At the moment that Mr. Payne died, his Moorish domestics and two sisters of charity were at his bedside. During the whole of his last confinement to his sick room, he received the kindest consideration and nursing at the hands of these good women; not a day passed without some one of them standing at his side, administering the consolation that so lifts the drooping spirit of the sick, and those delicacies that moisten the parched taste and for a moment, at leist, revive the lost appetite. The sisters of mercy who attended him, were Rosalie, Josephine, Marie Xavier, and Celeste. A priest of the Greek church said prayers over his remains at the grave. His remains lie in the old, time-honored burial-place that over-looks the bay, and the ruins of Carthage. The United States go- vernment caused to be placed over his grave a marble slab with the following inscription on it. John Howard Payne. 213 in memory of COL. JOHN HOWARD PAYNE, Twice Consul of the United States of America, for the Kingdom of Tunis, This stone is here placed by a grateful country. He died at the American Consulate in this city after a painful illness, April 1st, 1852. He was born in the city of Boston, state of Massachusetts, June 8th, 1792.' His fame as a poet and dramatist, is well known where- •^ ever the English language is spoken, through his cele- brated ballad of Home, Sweet Home, and the popular tragedy of Brutus, and other similar productions. The stone that bears this inscription is an oblong slab of white, Italian marble, raised a few inches above the grave. On each of the four margins of the slab, are the fol- lowing lines of poetry. " Sure when thy gentle spirit fled To realms beyond the azure dome. With arms outstretched, Grod's angels said ' Welcome to Heaven's ' Home, Sweet Home V " ' So ended the singular and constantly varying life of John Howard Payne, unquestionably a man of genius, but who failed to accomplish a very high position in any of the several professions of poet, dramatist or actor, from the want of exclusive devotion to some one of them. A life-long friend of Mr. Payne, a gentleman of the finest literary attainments, and of whom we have already • The current dates of his birth and death as placed on his tomb-stone are many. It is a singular fact, that none who have written of Mr. Payne, have had tfce dates right. 'These beautiful lines were composed by Mr. R. S. Chilton, who at the time held the position of clerk in the consular bureau at Washington. As Mr. Payne's personal friend, betook great interest, on behalf of the govern- ment, in having the monument erected over him at Tunis. 214 Life and Writings of Bpoken as having published a sketch of our subject in the Boston Gazette, thus comments upon the close of Mr. Payne's life. " Many mourn him : the fascination of his early brilliancy has left its record on many minds. The tidings of his de- parture touch many hearts with very tender memories. Always buoyant, full of resource, rich in the stores of a varied and peculiar experience, his society always had a singular attraction. Always busy about something, he always kept his mind cheerful and wide-awake. His abili- ties did not fulfil their early promise. His faculties were never sufficiently disciplined by the healthy toil of exact study, nor was his knowledge enlarged by methodical and various acquisitions from books. But, if he did not assimu- late or amass in the way necessary for a higher eminence than he attained, so quick a mind with such opportuni- ties could not fail to collect a great deal of what was profitable and pleasant for immediate use ; his grace of ex- pression, from boyhood to age, combining remarkably the exactness of art with the ease of nature, had a singular charm ; and, I presume, a collection of his letters might be made, which would take a high rank in that department of composition. But what I like most to think of is, that a life, begun in some respects so unpropitiously, should have passed to its end so blamelessly, and so happily. To be the spoiled child of public enthusiasm and not to be a ruined man; to lose the huzzas that have cheered one on at the threshold of life, and not become blase or a misan- thrope; to be made drunk with admiration in the feeble- ness of one's teens, and not wake to a chronic imbecility or spleen, bespeaks the presence of elements of a noble nature." When we were preparing a paper on Mr. Payne to read before the Faust Club of Brooklyn, for the purpose of in- citing the members to assist in erecting a memorial to the author of Home, Siveet Home, we wrote to Mr. Amos Perrv, John Howard Payne. 215 who, some few years after Mr. Payne's death, filled the con- sulship at Tunis, and who, on arriving there in 1862, took a great interest in all matters concerning Mr. Payne's con- sulship, and the literary efi:ects which he left behind him, which perhaps are now lost forever. Indeed, had it not been for the appreciation and manly sympathy of Mr. Perry, hardly an autographic letter of Mr. Payne's would have been saved for his admiring friends to look at. In answer to the communication we sent to Mr. Perry on the close of Mr. Payne s life, we received the following: " Gabriel Harrison, Esq. " 380 Wyckoff St., Brooklyn, K Y. "Dear Sir: Your esteemed favor, of the 3d instant, is before me. I am gratified to learn that you have made a movement for the erection of a monument in Prospect Park to the author of Sweet Home, and I desire to make my grateful acknowledgment to you and the high-spirited Faust Club of Brooklyn, for the effort to do simple justice to the memory of one who deserves the respect and ad- miration of every American citizen. I am, also, gratified to learn that you are engaged iu preparing for publication a biography of Mr. Payne, which, I doubt not, will be a graceful and a fitting tribute to his genius and industry, and will supply a manifest demand in the republic of letters. " I had no knowledge of Mr. Payne on my arrival in Tunis, 1862, except that he was the author of Sweet Home, and had held the consular office in that city. Paying an early visit to his grave in the Protestant cemetery, I plucked and pressed flowers that I found growing luxuri- antly around it. In writing to friends across the ocean, I frequently enclosed these flowers with a copy of the in- scriptions upon the grave-stone, and I subsequently learned from the various sources that the memorials were greatly prized. 216 Life and Writings of " I soon became interested to learn about Mr. Payne's life, and especially about the sad, closing scenes in his con- sular career and his earthly existence. But here my en- quiries were not, in general, cheerfully or satisfactorily answered. A shadow seemed to rest upon his name. Estimable and worthy persons spoke of him with ominous reserve. In searching the archives of the consulate, I found comparatively little to gratify my curiosity. I saw convincing proof of method and order in his transactions. His letters and accounts were duly filed. His dispatches to the department of state and his communications ad- dressed to the Tunisian government were neatly copied in his own clear hand. There was abundant proof that he did not pass his time in ignoble ease. He had animated con- troversies with the Tunisian government and with one of his colleagues, on some matters that have long since ceased to interest the public. It was through his official interference and untiring exertions, that a superior con- sular mansion or government-house was secured for the use of the American representative at the Tunisian court. The old consular building, whose foundations date as far back as the days of Venetian greatness and glory, was, through his official service, thoroughly remodeled or rebuilt in a style of grandeur bordering on extravagance. On the top of this great structure was erected a towering mast, from whose heights was suspended a liberal supply of bunting, with the stars and stripes in such ample proportions as to be seen and distinguished at a distance. " Mr. Payne labored indefatigably for the honor of the American government. Believing that, without a stately official mansion, and a tall naastfrom which to siispend the national standard, the representative of his country could not secure becoming respect, he applied himself to what seemed at the time a hopeless task. At a formal audience given to him by the bey, he pronounced the dilapidated old building, with its diminutive flagstatf, (that had once John Howard Payne. 217 served the republic of Venice), beneath the dignity and honor of America, and demanded in unequivocal terms a suitable mansion. The bey, aroused to indignation by his bold manner and utterances, caught up the word Ame- rica, and with the severest irony and derision replied: ' America ! America ! where is it ? I do not know of any such country.' " One of my informants, an intelligent and outspoken republican, born at Venice, and long a resident at Susa (ancient Hadrumetum), said that Mr. Payne, on receiving this reply, determined that the bey should learn something about the country of whose situation and existence he pro- fessed to have no knowledge. To this end he besieged the bey and his ministers, persistently pressing his claims for a new consulate, till ' his highness ' acquired a prac- tical lesson in geography and history. In fine, the bey came to the conclusion that America actually existed some- where on the globe, and that its representative was entitled to courteous and respectful treatment. His cofiers were speedily opened, and America thus secured the finest con- sulate and the tallest mast in the city. It was a trial of wits in which Mr. Payne proved victorious. The comple- tion of the consulate was observed in a marked manner. The consul procured a national standard, of quality and dimensions in harmony with the occasion. The stars and stripes were unfolded to the breezes in the presence of a multitudinous throng. A brass band, stationed on a plat- form, fastened with iron bands to the flag-staff, twenty-five feet above the roof of the consulate, made the welkin ring with their shrill and boisterous blast, while the spacious and the tasteful apartments in the second story were the scenes of feasting and gayety. One of Mr. Payne's Moorish friends, in speaking of this celebration, called it ' an Ame- rican jubilee.' "While Mr. Payne was successfully carrying out his project of securing for the use of the American represent- 28 218 Life AND Writings OF ative at Tunis, a stately and commodious mansion, he took a step, whicli, in connection with official rivalry, envy or malice, and in the absence of needed aid from personal friends and relatives, seriously impaired his reputation in that city. IsTot content with the great outlay made by the bey, he expended on his private account for his darling project some borrowed money, thus involving himself in a debt which subsequently increased, in Mussulman phrase, by the hand of God. " A proud-spirited man, Mr. Payne found himself, de- spite his success in getting a new consulate, weighed down and chagrined. In this state of affairs his health gave way. His plans for literary labor, on which he depended for funds, were broken up. He drooped, sickened, and after a lingering and painful illness, passed on to ' That undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveler returns.' " It was a sad issue and a cruel lot. He was in a foreign land, deprived of the pleasures of the sweet home about w^hich he had sung, and of the presence of long cherished friends. Yet he was cared for. Sweet charity from Christians, Mussulmans and Jews failed him not. He was tenderly and lovingly nursed, till his spirit departed from the clayey tabernacle. "The saddest part of the case was his disappointed hopes and unfulfilled obligations. His plans were all frus- trated, and his account was closed. For the want of a strong friendly hand to gather up his effects and protect the interests of his creditors and of his heirs-at-law, irreparable losses, confusion and dissatisfaction resulted. Some to whom he was indebted, regarding themselves as the vic- tims of misplaced confidence, became sour and uncharita- ble. Smothered malice and animosity broke out. Many- tongued scandal started up and ranged through that city and over that coast, as in the days of ^neas and Dido. John Howard Payne. 219 The consul, silent in death, became a veritable victim. Could he have looked on, he would have witnessed hag- gling and contention. The love of money was at the root of the evil. Mr. Ambrose Allegro, who was one of the appraisers of Mr. Payne's effects, and who had unusual means of understanding the condition of his affairs, thought that six or seven hundred dollars would have paid all the demands upon Mr. Payne's estate. For the want of this amount of money, after due notice had been given to Mr. Payne's relatives in America, his library, household furni- ture, pictures, sword of office and numerous manuscripts and works of art were appraised and sold at auction. His personal apparel, an extensive collection of manuscripts, mostly in bound volumes, an autograph-album of distin- guished contemporary authors, and numerous choice keep- sakes, were not appraised or sold. What became of them is rather a matter of conjecture than of proof. They were unquestionably taken away by unauthorized persons, and were effectually scattered and lost. The autograph-album referred to has, I am assured, been offered for sale in N^ew York, at a price sufficient to have paid all Mr. Payne's debts. One of his keepsakes, of which I have seen no mention, was brought to me with a mysterious air just before my departure from Tunis. It was a compact box made to resemble a well-bound volume, entitled : CJode of Texas. On opening it, were found two well finished, and finely polished Colt's revolvers, together with some imple- ments needful to keep them in order, and an inscription on a brass or copper plate, showing this to have been pre- sented to Mr. Payne by the inventor, as a token of affection and respect. Having no taste for implements of war, or for this kind of keepsake, I declined to accede to the terms of the appreciative possessor. " At the request of the venerable poet, scholar, and jour- nalist, Wm. C. Bryant, and under instructions of the de- partment of state, I instituted, while at Tunis, careful 220 Life and Writings of enquiries with the view of restoring these things, if possible, to Mrs. Rev. Lea Luquer {nee Eloise E. Payne), the niece and nearest living relative of Mr. Payne. But my efforts proved of little avail. A few manuscripts, some of them diaries, and numerous packages of letters were found mixed up with mouldy newspapers and decaying rubbish in a dozen or more bags and boxes that were stored in a damp cellar at the Goletta. The most valuable volumes of manuscript, and choice mementoes of friends, including photographs and miniature portraits, a quaint old seal ring with a Hebrew inscription (a family treasure that used to belong to his grandfather), a cane given him by "Washing- ton Irving, and other keepsakes of more or less value, known to have been in the consulate at the time of his death, were sought in vain. " The catholic bishop of Tunis, who was on terms of intimacy with Mr. Payne, recognized in him superior re- finement, cultivation, and nobility of sentiment. The Greek priest who officiated at his funeral, spoke of him in terms of unqualified praise. Of the four sisters of charity, who, two at a time, ministered by turns to his wants during his protracted illness, I saw only sister Rosalie. She compli- mented Mr. Payne's patience and gentleness, adding that he exhibited throughout his sickness the instincts and refine- ment of a gentlemen. His Mussulman servant Mohammed, who stood by his bedside when he breathed his last, and who was in my service nearly five years, never wearied in speaking his praise. He esteemed it a privilege to go into the room where Mr. Payne died, show how the bed and chairs were arranged, and describe scenes and conversa- tions that had occurred. Mr. Ambrose Allegro, the veteran Italian secretary who began the service in the American consulate near the close of the last century, under Gen. William Eaton, expressed the opinion that Mr. Payne was engaged up to the time of his sickness in the preparation of a work on the regency of Tunis, containing sketches of John Howard Payne. 221 Barbary corsairs and slavery. In confirmation of this view, Mohammed said he kept constantly on his table two large volumes of manuscript, in which he was writing much of his time. " The grave of Mr. Payne, in St. George's cemetery, is an object of interest to most American tourists, and is also sought out by some Englishmen. One intelligent and gentlemanly British tourist learned there for the first time that John Howard Payne was the author of Sweet Home. He gave it as his opinion that this song was more sung at British firesides than " God save the Queen," and, having seen it stated in print that Barry Cornwall was the author of it, he was slow to credit the American. This incident led me to seek authentic information in regard to this matter. Accordingly, I addressed my enquiries to the late John Miller, who was at that time United States despatch agent in London. The following is the reply I received: Letter of John Miller. * To Amos Perry J Esq., U. S. Consul at Tunis : ' Sir : I first published Sweet Home as an interlude in a play entitled Clari, the title-page of which is as follows : ' Clari, an opera in three acts, as first performed at the Theatre Royal, Covent Garden, on Thursday, May 8, 1823, by John Howard Payne, Esq. The overture and music (with the exception of the national airs) by Henry R. Bishop, Esq. London, John Miller, 69 Fleet street, 1826. (Price two shillings and six pence.) ' I gave Mr. Payne, who was introduced to me by Wash- ington Irving, £50 for the copyright, and he was to revise t^'^P™"*'- (Signed), John Miller. * London, OflSce U. S. Despatch Agency, Sept. 19, 1865.' 222 Life and Writings of "During my residence at Tunis, the removal of Mr. Payne's remains to his native land came up for considera- tion among his friends in America, and I was consulted by letter in regard to the best means of accomplishing this object. The removal was not regarded with favor in that city, fear being expressed lest, if it were effected, Ameri- cans might take less interest in keeping St. George's ceme- tery in order. Evidently, no hostility exists against Mr. Payne's ashes. It was conceded that their presence was a pledge of interest on the part of Americans, exerting an influence in securing for the cemetery an annual contribu- tion from our government. " The only direct charges I ever heard uttered against Mr. Payne at Tunis, were, that he was stern, ruling the bey, as it were, with a rod of iron, and that he was extra- vagant at the expense of the bey and of his creditors. " I regard the first of these criticisms, made to subserve rival interest as a virtual compliment. — — - ' Caesar wept ; ' ' Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.' " Mr. Payne was at a post of duty in the service of his government. It was his part to sustain the honor and dignity of his country. Others might cringe and succumb before an imperious prince, seeking personal comfort and pleasure at the expense of the government. That was not in accordance with his nature or line of action. " I am here reminded of Capulet and Montague (without their Pomeo and Juliet), and am cautioned against stirring up smouldering embers. But from my stand point, no embers — only pale ashes — are visible. I would fain believe, for charity's sake, the fire gone out, and the days of strife gone by. l^o smoke now obscures the vision of the great American public. We can all, throwing a mantle of charity over weaknesses and foibles, look calmly and dis- passionately on the rivals, sleeping the sleep of death. John Howard Payne. 223 They can no longer harm and supplant each other. Each lives, though dead, in the light of his own deeds. Leaving the benevolent physician and the successful courtier, some of whose descendants are among our dearest friends, with naught but kindly expressions and sentiments of respect, we turn to the dramatist, the man of letters, the poet of our homes, the energetic consul and the efficient champion of our country's dignity and honor. !N'o defense or apology is required at our hands. A people who hold Bainbridge, Decatur and their compeers in grateful remembrance for humiliating at the cannon's mouth the defiant despots of Tripoli and Algiers, cannot fail to appreciate the man who, by dint of diplomatic skill and energy, gained a controlling influence, if not a signal victory, over the proud and inso- lent ruler of Tunis. In the light of his literary and official services, no right-minded American citizen can stoop to indulge in harsh and ungenerous criticism. Sternness, when it subserves a worthy cause, is rightfully accounted a virtue, and thus the charge we are considering does actual credit to the man it was intended to disparage. "In like manner the other charge or criticism is di- vested of its power of evil the moment it is examined in the light of truth. To begin with, Mr. Payne never had in his hands any of the bey's money to squander or use in that way. He simply furnished the plans which the bey adopted for the rebuilding of the American consulate. The plans were indeed on a generous scale, requiring a large outlay ; but it was the bey, not the consul, who incurred the ex- pense and assumed the responsibility of the enterprise. "Mr. Payne's sickness and death, brought on, no doubt, by labor and anxiety, were in my opinion (which is based on varied testimony taken at Tunis), the main cause of his insolvency. Misfortune — not prodigality — produced the deranf ement in his affiiirs. True, his was not the type of character that belongs to successful financiers and bankers. The philosophy of exhorbitant interest was not his favorite 224 Life and Writings op study. He failed to invest in real estate and bonds. He left for his heirs no bank-stock or well endorsed notes. He failed sometimes to avert from his humble abode the trials of pinching want. " He did not, however, fail to produce during his life such fruits of genius, industry and perseverance as will make fragrant his memory, and prove a better legacy than bank-notes and real estate. He did not fail, while in the severest straits, to record his name on the rolls of fame, in connection with his song of Home. " I am, then, of the opinion that the proposed memorial is appropriate and deserved. Your action in Brooklyn will , I am confident, awaken a responsive chord at thousands of firesides that have been enlivened and blessed by the author's life and labors. " Truly yours, " Amos Perry. '' Providence, E. I., May 26, 1873." Mr. Amos Perry justly alludes with regret to the loss of Mr. Payne's literary eftects and mementos of great value. Even from the comparatively scanty number of letters, memoranda, and journals now extant, and over which we have carefully looked, we feel certain that the greatest merits of his life have been lost. In one letter to a dear relative, he particularly mentions, that he " had been devoting much of his time in preparing a history of the Barbary States, and that the work would contain a large amount of highly interesting matter." In addition to this, Mr. Payne had in his possession several manuscript plays, which had never been performed or published, and judging from the fact that the larger number of his dramatic productions had been successful, we have a right to conjecture that they were of like merit. The writer, while spending two or three days with Mr. Edwin Forrest, at his residence in Philadelphia, alluded to John Howard Payne. 225 Payne's tragedy of Romulus, inquiring why he never per- formed it. Mr. Forrest answered that he never could un- derstand why Payne did not make the alterations he requested ; that it was a fine play, and would have been in his opinion as great a success as Brutus. What has become of this tragedy, with the rest of his manuscripts, will more than likely remain forever a mystery. Mr. Payne was never a married man : a heavy shadow was cast over his eventful life, by the unhappy termination of a romance of his early manhood when he became de- votedly attached to a lady of Boston, whose rare beauty and mental accomplishments made her the idol of the social circle in which she moved. The affection of the gifted lover was warmly reciprocated, and a marriage would have completed the happiness of both, but for parental interference. Payne's over-sensitive nature never fully recovered from this blow, and to the last days of his life, he would speak of it in tones of sadness that excited the sympathy of the few friends whom he honored with his confidence. One of the largest characteristics of Mr, Payne's nature, was its gentleness ; — a disposition that be- spoke more of the mother's than the father's nature within him. His love for children throughout his life amounted to a passion. Some of his letters to little Eloise, written but a few years previously to his death, are perfect models of child-letters, and show him to have understood their sim- ple natures as comprehensively as he did the manly and womanly characters which grace his many dramatic efforts. This freshness of disposition lasted him up to the last hour of his life, and although, throughout his life, he seemed to have met with considerable harsh treatment from those for whom he worked the hardest, still he was ever confi- dent^and trusting, ever deceived and defrauded. Hence, with all his industry and talents, his life was not as great a material success as it would have been w^ith narrower and 29 226 Life and Writings op lower aims, and it seems somewhat singular, at least, that the man who could say so much of "Home" in so small a space, eight lines only, should all his life be a wan- derer, and at last sleep the long last sleep in a strange land away from " Home, Sweet Home." "We close this sketch of his life by laying on his tomb a wreath from Shakespeare's hand, saying with a fond and a sad farewell, he was The kindest man, The best conditioned and unwearied spirit In doing courtesies." CHAPTER VI. " All's well that ends well." The Payne Memorial and the Faust Club. J- HE Faust Club of Brooklyn, L. I., was organized in the early part of 1872. The object of the club was to provide a place for the social gatherings of gentlemen belonging to the several professions — authors, artists, actors, journalists and musicians. The constitution provides that one-half of the whole number of members shall be of the above profes- sions, while it leaves in the residue of its membership ample room for non-professional men who may desire to become members of the club. One of the most delightful features of the association are " The Saturday-night Entertainments " which consist of exhibitions of works of art, music, recita- John Howard Payne. 227 tions, and the reading of original papers by the members. It was on one of these occasions, the 20th of October, 1872, that Mr. Gabriel Harrison read an original paper on the life and writings of John Howard Payne, for the purpose of enlisting the sympathy and cooperation of the club, in the erection of a suitable memorial to Mr. Payne. At the conclusion of Mr. Harrison's paper a committee of twenty- five, with Mr. Gabriel Harrison as chairman, was appointed to carry out the object. Mr. Henry Baerer was proposed by Mr. Harrison as the artist to make the design for the memorial. The material furnished and used by the artist to produce the likeness was a very fine, large-sized daguerreotype, taken of Mr. Payne in 1849, a short time previous to his leaving this country to fill, for the second time, the position as con- sul at Tunis, and less than three years prior to his death. In a few months the large model from which the bronze bust was finally cast, was exhibited before the members of the Faust Club. To make perfectly sure of the fidelity of _ the likeness, the only two surviving relatives of Mr. Payne, his brother Thatcher Payne's widow, and daughter, with whom for the last twenty years of his life he spent all of his leisure moments, and resided with them in Brooklyn, were called in to pass their judgment on the likeness. Their verdict was favorable in the extreme, and after passing under the opinion of several other old associates of Mr. Payne, who pronounced the likeness faultless, it was finally placed in the hands of the artist to be cast in bronze. Among those who attested to the fidelity of the likeness is Mr. James Rees, of Philadelphia, who was contempora- neous with Mr. Payne, and had been perfectly familiar with him. Mr. Rees's opinion on this point is contained in the followino: letter. 228 Life of John Howard Payne. " Philadelphia, July 10, '73. " To Gabriel Harrison, Esq. " Dear Sir : I have just received the beautiful little bust of my old and much lamented friend, John Howard Payne, as a copy of the large bronze bust proposed to be placed on Prospect Park, Brooklyn, ]^. Y. I can only say, a more striking likeness of the author of Home, Sweet Home ! I have never seen, not excepting several other likenesses of him, I have in my possession. The artist seems to have caught that mild expression with a '■ shade more of sorrow than anger' around it, an expression which I have so often seen upon his face when speaking of the past. " The artist, we repeat, deserves much credit for the piece of work, a view of which satisfies me that it more than realizes in faithfulness of features all that his most ardent admirers ever anticipated. In the years that are to come, when we have passed away, the words of Home, Sweet Home ! will have an additional charm to those, while gazing upon this striking likeness of their gifted author. " Yours truly, "James liEES." The casting of the bronze was made at the J^ational Fine Art Foundery of Mr. Powers, New York, and was in every respect a great success. The work, when completed, cost four thousand dollars. The club, to assist them in obtaining means to pay for the memorial, gave two performances, afternoon and evening, at the Brooklyn Academy of Music. To accomplish this, a circular was sent by the club to the members of the dramatic and musical professions, soliciting their volunteer aid, to which an immediate and generous response was made, resulting in the following programme : TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 4, 1873. MANAGER MR GABRIEL HARRISON STAGE DIRECTOR MR. JA8. KCHONIJERG MUSICAL DIRECTORS Messrs. M. PAPST, JOHN M. LORETZ, Ju, & H . TISSINOTON PROMPTER Mr. ALFRED BECKS m m Will \m mm\. TWO PEKFUUMAXC'KS UNDER THE AL'.Sl'ICES OF THE AFTERNOOX & NIOHT, KKXDEIiED BY A LAKGE NUMBEK OK VOLITNTEER ARTISTS. The dramatic iwrtioii la preseiiteil mainly tliroiigh the cordial co-operation of LESTER WALLACK, Esq., of Wallack'n; EDWIN mtOTH. Esq., of Booth's: A. M. I'AL.MER, Esq., of the Union Square Theatre; Messrs. .lARKETT and PALMER, of Niblo's, who have freely granted permission for members of their comiwnit-s to appear. The AFTERNOON PERFORMANCB will commence at 2 P. M. with John Howard Payne's drama, O L ^ R I ! THE MAID OF MILAN. Rolamo Mr. John Gilbert The Duke Vivaldi .. Mr. E. M. Holland J0CO80 .. .. Mr. Robert Pateman Nimpedo Mr. C.E.Edwin Nicolo Mr. W.H. Jones Geronio Mr. Geo. W. Browne Pelgrino Mr. J. W. Leonard Nobleman Mr. H. M. Brennan Page Mr. Frank Lamb Clari, (with the song of " Home, Sweet Home," in the same situation in which it was originally used) Miss Phillis Glover Vespinii Miss Fanny Hay ward Leoaa Miss Imo^ene Fowler Fidalma Mme. Ponisl Ninetta Miss Kate Holland Pelgrino's Wife Miss Blaisdell To be followed by a GRAND MUSICAL OLIO. OVERTURE — "Matitaua" .... Musical Conductor, Mr. H. Tissington Orchestra SONO .......... Mr. Mark Smith BALLAD — " The Last Rose of Summer" ..... Madame Anna Bishop Accompanist, Mr. Wagner. SONG— "La Donna E Mobile- ........ Verdl Mr. H. K. Humphries. After which the celebrated TELEGRAPH SCENE from THE LONG STRIKE. Mr. Moneypenny- ........ Mr. J. II. Stoddart Jane Learoyd - ' ™ . . Telegraph Clerk B^- - Miss Kate Holland RECITATION - " The Bells' To conclude with a '— (by Edgar A. Poe) Mr. Steele Mackaye OVERTURE ORCHESTRA THE EVENING PERFORITEANCE will commence at 8 P.M. with John Howard Payne's, comedy, OmLE/LES II! Charles II - - - - - - - - - Mr. .1. W. Carroll Rochester ......... Mr. James Dunn Captain Copp ........ Mr. Thomas Morris Edward ......... Mr Maurice I'ike Lady Clara, with Sontag's " Echo Song" ..... Miss Ellen Morant Mary Copp, with Song, " The Bird on the Tree" ..... Miss Jennie Lee To be followed by a GRAND MUSICAL OLIO. 1. OVERTURE— "Pearl of Bagdad" - - - Musical Conductor, Mr. J. M. Loretz, Jr •2. BOLERO -"SiciUan Vespers," ---..... Verdi Mrs. Jennie Van Zandt, accompanied by Mr. Geo. W. Colby. 3. ADELAIDE • - - - • - . . . ' . Beethoven Sung by H. R. Humphries, accompanied by Geo. W. Colby. 4. HOFFNUNG- fHope) - - - - . . . . Mohr Brooklyn Saengerbund — Mr. Groeschel, Conductor. 5- BALLAD— "Home Sweet Home," .words by J. H. Payne) .... Bishop Mrs. Jennie Van Zandt, accompanied by Mr. Colby. 6. "MEINSCHIFFLEIN,"(myUttlebark) - . . ' . ^ . . Beschnitt Brooklyn Saengerbund. The performance will conclude with John Howard Payne' Comedietta, 230 Life of John Howard Payne. The receipts of the two performances amounted to about two thousand dollars ; this result not reaching the amount required, another plan was immediately put into operation in the form of an art-drawing among the members of the club. The artists in and out of the club donated some of their best works. Their liberality was remarkable. Among the gentlemen who contributed, were Mr. James Hart, Rufus Wright, Gabriel Harrison, Ferdinand T. Boyle, John Williamson, J. A. Parker, W. M. Brown, J. B. Whitaker, Mr. Lanthier, Mr. Wiggins, George Hall, Mr. Henry Baerer, Mr. Groos, J. A. Faulkener, Mrs. Nagle, and others. Among the members of the Faust Club who took a liberal and very active interest in the art-draw- ing, and the erection of the memorial were D. M. Tread- well, J. Y. Culyer, and F. T. Hoyle. Not to have made especial mention of their names here would have been an act of injustice and ingratitude. The drawing was a suc- cess; whereon a committee of five was appointed to confer with the Commissioners of the Prospect Park, for the pur- pose of selecting a site for the monument. This done, the committee determined on the day for the unveiling, and the following programme was observed. OP THE COLOSS^^ ^I'^'^ZE Bust AT PROSPECT PARK, Saturday, September 27th, 1873. OVERTURE— " Semiramis," ROSSINI. Twenty-Third Regiment Band. 1. CHORUS— "America," By the Children of the Public Schools of Brooklyn. 2. PRESENTATION of the Bust of John Howard Payne to the Com- missioners of Prospect Park by the President of Faust Club, Thomas Kin sella. 3. THE UNVEILING BY THE SCULPTOR, Mr. Henry Baerer. 4. HOME, SWEET HOME ! sang by one thousand public-school child- ren, in which the assemblage are requested to join the chorus. 5. ACCEPTANCE of the Bust by Hon. J. S. T. Stranahan, President of Commission. 6. ODE — (Written for the occasion), by Jno. G. Saxe, LL. D. Read by the Poet. 7. GALOP— " Clear the Track," Strauss. Twenty-Third Regimemt Band. 8. ORATION, By William C. De Witt. 9. CHORUS—" Flag of the Free," - - - Millard. By the Children of the Public Schools. 10. GRAND MARCH—" Coronation," - - - . Meyerbeer. Twenty-Third Regiment Band. COMMITTEE OF ARRANGEMENTS. GABRIEL HARRISON, Chairman. Thos. Kinsella, W. H. Clark, G. G. Barnard, Francis S. Smith, E. P. Ackerman, J. M. Loretz, Jr., S. D. Morris, W. N. Griffith, D. M. Treadwell, HENRX.MINTON, M. D., J. Y. CULYER, D. B. THOMPSON, E. LA*i, F. T. L. Boyle, W. C. Hudson, J. J. McCloskey, a. G. Torrey, C. H. Parsons, Andrew McLean, Jas. Terry, M. Papst, W. H. Woodward, J. W. Carroll, T. B. Sidebotham, Jb. H. T. Chapman, Jr., A. W. Peters, Union Print 232 Life and Writings op The Presentation by Thomas Kinsella. *' Mr. President and Gentlemen of the Park Commission: " On behalf of the Faust Club of the city of Brooklyn, I have the honor to present to you to-day, in trust for the citizens of Brooklyn and. for their descendants, a colossal bust of John Howard Payne. The present is from a club made up for the most part of journalists, artists, drama- tists, musicians, and actors. This present is made because the Eaust Club desired to contribute something to the attractions of this popular domain ; to add something to the means of cultivating and gratifying public taste ; to perpetuate the fame of one who may be said to have labored and succeeded in a majority of the callings I have enume- rated ; to show that in their opinion, it is not all of life to make a living; to incite, it may be, citizens of greater affluence to follow their example, so that in time the coun- terfeit presentments of the representative men of all nations may be found in Prospect Park, and side by side with them the statues and busts of the men whose names light up our country's history, and whose deeds give weight and character and dignity to the word American. From the bead-roll of the great names of native-born men we selected John Howard Payne — because he was connected with so many professions represented in the Faust Club ; because he was among the first of Americans who established a reputation in Europe as an actor and an author ; because in his life he was not fortunate ; because his memory seems to have been neglected; because he is connected by resi- dence and by ancestry with Long Island ; because his re- mains have been allowed to mingle with the dust of a foreign land; because — and I confess it, sir — there was, running throiigh his life, a streak of Bohemianism, which is not without its attraction to men who follow those pro- John Howard Payne. 233 fessions which contribute less to the necessities than to the grace, the culture, and the refinements of life. It is for my friend and brother to speak of John Howard Payne to-day as a journalist, an actor, a dramatist, a representa- tive of his country abroad, and as a man. To the masses he will never need any other introduction than this — he is the author of Home, Sweet Home. " The bust which is about to be presented is the work of Mr. Henry Baerer, a retiring, unobtrusive, and most meritorious sculptor. It is regarded as a work of art of exceptional excellence, and the members of the Faust Club believe they have performed a service for art in the wide introduction they have secured to-day for Mr. Baerer. Would that the dust of Payne could be deposited to-day in his native soil, and in some such delightful spot as this, and that, placing this monument to his fame above it, we might say, in the language of one of our living poets : ' Oh, Mother Earth I upon thy lap, Thy weary ones receiving, And o'er them silent as a dream Thy grassy mantle weaving, Fold softly in thy long embrace That heart so worn and broken, And cool its pulse of fire beneath Thy shadows old and oaken/ "Let me say, in closing, that it affords me peculiar pleasure to make this presentation directly through you, Mr. President. We stand here in a domain set apart for the use, enjoyment, pleasure, and education of the people of Brooklyn. It has cost them many millions of dollars. What of it ? Who will dare to estimate its value in dollars to-day ? What citizen of Brooklyn would consent to part witlyt to-day for money ? That Prospect Park exists as it is within the lifetime of the present generation, is due to you beyond all men — to your foresight, to your resolution, 31) 234 Life and Writings of to your courageous faith in the future of the beautiful city we call home." At the conclusion of Mr. Kinsella's remarks, Mr. Henry Baerer, the sculptor quickly cut the cord that held the covering over the bust, and as the star spangled veil fell to the earth, loud and prolonged applauses greeted the artist's work. Simultaneous with this the voices of over one thousand children filled the air with the song of Home, Sweet Home! while the great multitude of twenty-five thousand people joined in the chorus. The effect was elec- trical, and, before the song was completed, many eyes in the vast crowd were overflowing with tears. This done, amid a solemn silence, the Hon. J. S. T. Stranahan, President of the Prospect Park Commission, arose and addressed the people and the members of the Faust Club as follows : " Mr. President and Gentlemen of the Fmist Club of Brooklyn : " The Park Commission, representing this city and speak- ing for all the people, gratefully accept the monumental gift which your generosity has furnished, and which by the ceremonies of this hour, is transferred to its possession and future keeping. The splendid bust just unveiled, so com- plete as a work of art and so true to life, will hereafter be one of the attractions of Prospect Park, while paying a becoming tribute to one so well deserving, but hitherto so little known to, fame. " John Howard Payne, though a man of brilliant inspi- rations and lofty genius, did not in life, except within a limited circle, command the attention he deserved. Unlike his contemporaries and companions, Irving, Morris, Willis, Cooper, and others, whose names have so long been fami- liar to the popular ear, he was for the most part unknown, perhaps, I might say, even neglected by his countrymen. Thousands and tens of thousands have been charmed with John Howard Payne. 235 one of the finest and simplest products of his pen, Home! Sweet Home! with scarcely any knowledge of the man who gave it birth. His literary career began in a foreign land while he was yet in comparative youth. It ended at last on an inhospitable shore. Such sometimes is the seeming ill-fortune of genius. Of the characteristics of his mind, the moral qualities which endeared him to his friends, the range and merit of his literary productions, others will speak to you on this occasion. The duty imposed on me is mainly accomplished in receiving at your hands this bust, so fitly located, surrounded by and associated with the scenes of pastoral life, and by its very situation suggest- ing the quiet repose to which, though vainly sought by him, he gave expression in the tenderest strains of song. You have, gentlemen of the Faust Club, evinced a delicate and appreciating discrimination in selecting John Howard Payne as the man who deserves this commemorative honor. His name will hereafter be more familiar to the people. " The occasion naturally reminds us of the limited extent of such efforts in this country to do honor to men of mark, while the increasing demand for park grounds, as places of popular recreation and enjoyment suggests the fitting re- ceptacle of these visible memorials of departed greatness. The classic nations of olden times gained much for them- selves, and have contributed much to the pleasure of the world, by such public recognition of their illustrious dead. Art was encouraged and developed thereby, and the tastes of the people elevated. Even to this day many of these works still remain as unrivaled models of perfection and beauty. Modern Europe has long since caught the inspi- ration supplied by the example of the ancients. Her cities abound with the productions of art, many of them designed to kgep in memory and make familiar to the people the names of her scholars, poets, soldiers, and statesmen. We have had them; the future will give ns more, and can we do better than to learn a lesson from others older than our- 236 Life and Writings of selves ? The visitor who enters the grand plaza of this park will be greeted by the statue of the lamented Lincoln, vocal with a thousand associations and suggestions. In making the circuit of the park, his eye will fall upon the bust of the illustrious Washington Living, the historian and scholar. If he shall repair to this retired and quiet scene of rural life, the bust of John Howard Payne will arrest his notice and become his teacher. I trust that the work of enriching this pleasure-ground with such monuments has simply be- gun. As the years roll away, their number should and will be increased, till at length the best characteristics of Pros- pect Park will consist in memorials placed here in honor of those whose career has been fraught with blessings to their country and the world." Immediately on the conclusion of Mr. Stranahan's re- marks, John G. Saxe, LL.D.,took his place in front of the platform, and read the ode which he had written for the occasion. Ode. I. To him who sang of " Home, sweet home," In strains so sweet the simple lay Has thrilled a million hearts, we come, A nation's graceful debt to pay. Yet, not for him the bust we raise ; Ah, no ! can lifeless lips prolong Fame's trumpet-voice ? The poet's praise Lives in the music of his song ! II. The noble dead we fondly seek To honor with applauding breath • Unheeded fall the words we speak, Upon " the dull, cold ear of death." Yet, not in vain the spoken word ; Nor vain the monument we raise ; With quicker throbs our hearts are stirred, To catch the nobleness we praise ! John Howard Payne. 237 III. Columbia's sons — we share his fame ; 'Tis for ourselves the bust we rear, That they who mark the graven name, May know that name to us is dear ; Dear as the home the exile sees, — The fairest spot beneath the sky, — Where, first — upon a mother's knees — He slept, and where he yearns to die. IV. But not alone the lyric fire Was his ; the Drama's muse can tell His genius could a Kean inspire ; A Kemble owned his magic spell ; A Kean, to " Brutus" self so true, (As true to Art and Nature's laws) He seemed the man the poet drew. And shared with him the town's applause ! V. Kind hearts and brave, with truth severe He drew, unconscious, from his own ; O nature rare ! But pilgrims here Will oft'nest say, in pensive tone, With reverent face and lifted hand, " Twas he — by Fortune forced to roam — Who, homeless, in a foreign land. So sweetly sang the joys of home !" After the applause upon the reading of the ode, had sub- sided, Mr. Kinsella then introduced the orator of the day, William C. De Witt, who, in a fine, clear voice, which was heard to the furthest extemity of the great crowd, spoke as follows: Oration. # " We meet among grand and familiar scenes. Only a short distance from the southerpja*?'*^^? of this park, the waves of the Atlantic, breaking on our coast, present one 238 Life and Writings of of the ocean-boundaries of the great republic which is our nation's home. llTearer still, beneath the declining sun, gleam the more peaceful waters of the bay, which is the imperial gateway and harbor of our Empire state ; and down the northern and the eastern vista rise the compact walls and steeples many of our own Brooklyn — the city of homes, and home of cities yet to be ; while all about us, in this vast assemblage beneath the autumnal foliage, are the faces which around our hearth-stones kindle with joy when we are prosperous and happy, and darken with anguish when we are stricken with sadness or affliction. " Among scenes thus beautiful and familiar, brothers of the Faust Club, we come to consecrate one of the cardinal virtues, and to erect a monument to the memory of the author of Home, Sweet Home. It is not merely the individual that we wish to commemorate, but it is, besides, the love of home with which his name is inseparably interwoven for all time. Like Yirgil in his -^neid, we take a double subject. We celebrate the sentiment and the man, home and the author, the fireside and the stage — his life. " John Howard Payne, whose living presence long since resolved to dust, in some measure reappears in the impe- rishable bronze of this bust, was born in the city of '^%w York, on the 9th of June, 1792, and died at Tunis on the 9th of April, 1852. His life was remarkable for personal beauty and intellectual precocity in its youth, for great usefulness and excellence in acting and authorship in its maturity, and for versatility in literature and faithfulness in public office during its closing years. " Some of his sweetest verses were written when he was only fourteen years old, and at that age he had attracted public attention by his contributions to the newspaper-press. He was well educated, mainly by his parents and partly by a studentship at Union (Jollege, broken oif after two years. He went upon the stage when only seventeen years old, and in characters peculiarly suited to his years, won the John Howard Payne. 239 title of the American Boscius, and was regarded, apparently with justice, as the best actor of his age in Europe or America. He was physically so handsome that he pro- voked criticism as being ' too beautiful for a man,' and it is evident that he possessed those talents and graces with- out which beauty is a cheat. "When he went to England, in 1813, he was twenty-one years old, and from that period he challenges attention to his life. " The conditions under which he wrote. — Properly to appre- ciate John Howard Payne, the place and circumstances in and under which he fitted himself for his life's work, must be taken into consideration. Our country was then in its extreme infancy. An energetic, hard-working people break- ing ground on a new continent, the pursuit of letters had comparatively few votaries on this side of the Atlantic. The literature of the world was accessible to us only through expensive and difficult courses. We had produced great statesmen, good lawyers, and tolerable generals, but letters and the arts had been neglected. Indeed, an English journal of professed friendship to America, in descanting upon the appearance of Mr. Payne at Drury Lane, deemed it just to speak of us in this wise: "' A youth from a remote country — a country nearly two centuries behind us in the improvement of every art — must come before a London audience under every possible disadvantage. There must necessarily be a difier- ence of manner, of deportment, of enunciation and even of accent, all tending to make rather an unfavorable impres- sion. We may form some idea of the impression an actor from Ephesus would have made two thousand years ago on one of the theatres of Athens, where the Greek lan- guage had arrived at such a degree of polish that the com- mon fruit-women could criticise all the niceties of its pronunciation.' "It was in the morning twilight of American art and literature that Payne prepared himself for the pen and the 240 Life and Writings of stage. He is first to be regarded as a pioneer in the un- cultivated fields of intellectual labor in America, with no other training than that which his primitive home could afford. When it is remembered that it was with this dis- cipline, and no more, with an education acquired in the midst of such obstacles, and no greater help, that he trans- ferred himself to London, and there, in the presence of the wealth and genius of the old world, gave our country an honored name and fame in the history of the dramatic art in England — the first American who thus honored his country abroad — what praise of him can be fulsome here, what gratitude can be too magnanimous? "In examining his life's work, his dual capacity is con-' stantly before you, and you cannot divide it without mar- ring his fame. It will not do to consider him either as an actor or as an author alone. It was his governing ambi- tion to merge the two pursuits together in such measure as to produce the greatest possible usefulness. " When he entered upon the English stage, it was blaz- ing with the glories of Kemble and of Kean, and lighted occasionally by the still greater brilliancy of Talma, who at Paris, divided the hearts of the French people with the first Napoleon. It is not likely that he was, in all respects the equal of these masters, yet he competed with them in all their greatest characters, and bore along with him, through all his star engagements in England and Ireland, the applause of the people and the laudations of the press. " As a dramatist, he may likewise have been surpassed in originality and genius by some of his contemporaries, yet, in usefulness to dramatic literature, he is not easily matched. Payne wrote in all about forty plays. It is true most of these were reproductions from the French, and during his stay at Paris, under contract with English managers. London may be said to have been largely de- pendent upon his pen for its dramatic novelties and enter- tainments. Yet his reproductions from the French stage John Howard Payne. 241 were in no sense literal translations, for Payne's taste and experience enabled him to alter a plot whenever it dis- pleased him, and so many were his inroads upon the speeches that the originals would scarcely be recognized in the copy. Utility marked all he did. His adaptions were practical and popular, and although surrounded by competition in this pursuit, he eclipsed all his rivalt^. " The greatest of the dramatic works which he called his own was his tragedy, entitled Brutus; or, the Fall of Tar- quin. While he had the assistance of seven plays pre- viously devised upon the main incident of Brutus, yet the feebleness of their help may be judged from the fact that five of these plays were absolute failures, and two occupied the stage for only a few unprofitable nights. Payne's Brutus is one of the most popular and enduring tragedies in the English language. The intensity of its arrangement, its strong, brusque, startling characterization, and the fiery eloquence of its speeches justly entitle its author to favor and fame. His comedy of Charles II, is more wholly ori- ginal than Brutus, and is popular and meritorious, while his adaptation of Therhe to the English stage was regarded at the time of its production as a master-stroke of art. " Of the purely poetical works of Payne there is a large number of beautiful, small poems, all remarkable for their richness of sentiment, and the opera of Clari in which the immortal ballad had its birth. He wrote also a biographi- cal work entitled Our Neglected Poets, and was a con- tributor of essays to many of the political controversies in this country after his return from abroad. " Such were the literary and dramatic labors of John Howard Payne. They are not, however, to be separated from each other. They did not occur at different or dis- tinct stages in his career. All through his life the two pursuits of acting and authorship ran together, and his highest claim to renown is in his excellence, not in one, but 31 242 Life and Writings op in both, and in his unparalleled usefulness to this double calling. The debt due him from posterity is one purely of gratitude. He does not extort admiration by the dazzling splendors of extraordinary genius, but he has earned an honest fame by the utility of his talents, and the abundant fruits of his patient and laborious life. " But, my friends,just and kind and becoming as it would have been for you to have selected John Howard Payne for this monumental compliment because of these great services to dramatic and poetic literature and art, it was, after all, the immortal ballad that peculiarly endeared him to your hearts. " Home, Sweet Home! What memories these simple words recall ? What ties of kindredship flash through their Pro- methean heat? How burdened with sacred thoughts of rest and peace they are! And here in Brooklyn — our home, and peculiarly fitted to be called the city of homes — it was touchingly appropriate that this song should have a shrine. " This little poem, like its author, is largely indebted to providential aids for its celebrity. It was not the coinage of many years of meditation, like Gray's ' Elegy,' nor was it written, like our national anthem, amid the scenes it sought to consecrate. Payne never knew what it was to have a home after he was thirteen years old. About this period of his life, his mother, whose love and virtue pro- bably planted within him those sentiments which burst from his soul years after she was gone, and his father, who stood behind the scenes in tears when his boy first trusted himself to the temptations of the stage, went to their long home beyond the grave. " From this moment Payne was a wanderer, and despite the tenderness of his heart, and the fascinations of the fair sex, with which he must have been constantly assailed, he maintained his celibacy and hopelessness until he consura- John Howard Payne. 243 mated it by death upon the remote and hoary shores of the Mediterranean. Strange that a wanderer should have sung this song of home. Nevertheless, it was while in London, engaged in writing Clari, which he subsequently converted from a drama into an opera, and when his mind was doubtless dwelling upon his delightful boyhood at East Hampton, that he wrote Home, Sweet Home. "The song is short and simple. It is remarkable neither for elegance of diction nor harmony of numbers. But it has crowded into a few lines every thought and sentiment and scene of its blessed subject: 'the lowly thatched cottage,' ' the singing birds,' the ' hallowing charm from above,' and ' the peace of mind better than all.' It is full of the fruit and essence of its theme. Yet must this poem have slept the sleep of the forgotten and the lost, had it got no better succor than printer's ink and the inquiring eye of the scholar. Indeed, it had been in Payne's possession, among his rubbish, for a long time before it was brought out at all. It wanted the tune which was to hum it wherever the English language was or should be spoken. Music was needed, and music came. As when some parent bird, on lofty pinions, circling above his eyrie, seeing its young prepared to fly, yet fearful of the elements, descends and bearing the fledgeling forth to mid-heaven, puts him on his experimental voyage through the air, so music came to this rich germ of poetic thought, and upbearing it upon the cloud of melody, in which it has ever since lived and moved and had its being, sent it chanting and singing forever and forever through the world. " I said awhile ago, that after his thirteenth year Payne never knew what home was. Yet this I know not. For where is our home ? Is it that first one in which we were born ? Is it the household that rang with the laughter of later boyhood ? Is it the scene of our first nuptials ? or the last? or is it the more solemn tenement in which old anre 244 Life and Writings of lies down to die ? These fade and merge with the march of time, and the organic thing keeps shifting into the infinite. Where is our home ? Shall we seek for it in the realms of fancy ? Is it upon the El^^sian fields where Homer pictured heart's ease and glory, or is it in the fabled Atlantis beyond the Herculean pillars of the sky ? Is it in that new world in quest of which the venerable Ulysses sighed to sail ' beyond the sunset, and the baths of all the western stars until he died.' Or is it among the many man- sions and upon the eternal hills ? This is the wondrous mystery. All I know is that where the soul dwells, that is our country, and where the heart is, there is our home. " And now to the sentiment of the song, and the memory of the man, let this monument be dedicated, and to the honor of its founders, may it endure forever." Mr. Henry Baerer, the sculptor, was then introduced to the assemblage. After which Home, Sweet Home! was again sang by the children and the multitude, at the termi- nation of which, all departed for their homes. Gloom and disappointment may have hung over the life of the man whom twenty-five thousand people had met this day to commemorate in bronze and granite, but, if this world was ever blessed with a perfect day, it was the day the bronze bust of John Howard Payne was unveiled. The whole summer had been a beautiful one; the frequent falls of rainbowed storms had refreshed the growth of trees, and fields, and flowers ; and nature all around was in a perfection seldom seen. The broad piazzas of bright green fields were relieved here and there by the long-out- reaching, darker green in shadows from the massive groups of tall trees. Flowers of every kind were out in their bright colors, and the birds busy among the Park trees made the mild air of a September afternoon bewitchingly sweet with their melody, while Aqua Fontana dashed upwards from their subterranean beds in grand crystal columns, cresting over and sparkling in the sunbeams like John Howard Payne. 245 showers of diamonds, until, fading into a mist of transcend ent splendor, they disappeared in their marble basins below, and, as you stood upon the gentle sloping mound, on which the memorial lifted its graceful proportions, with the eye sweeping over the great space that led to the main entrance of the park, watching the scattering throngs of people departing for their homes, it awakened the reflect- ive mind to the importance of the occasion. In this event, the Faust Club accomplished a thing that will ever reflect to their glory and memory, and have set an example to other organizations that will in the future be imitated, and thereby many an art-work will not only adorn our public parks, but will restore to memory the deeds and accomplishments of others, who perhaps had too long rested in the gloom of forgetfulness. The bust is a masterly production, " the modeling is really fine. It gives the intellect of the poet in the most pronounced manner ; the lines express thoughts touched with care. In this dual expression the sculptor has achieved his greatest triumph; the nose, too, is beautifully modeled ; and the mouth expresses the firmness of the inflexible resolution of the man. All these facial charac- teristics are brought together by the sculptor into a harmon- ious whole." The pose of the head is downward, and the reflective, inward look of the deep-set eyes seems to express a sad sentiment of inner life, and as you look on the colossal head, the mind of the beholder at once suggests, so must he have looked when he wrote the song of Hoyne, Sweet Home. LISPINGS OF THE MUSE: SELECTION JUVENILE POEMS, CHIEFLY WRITTEN AT AND BEFORE THE AGE OF SIXTEEN, JOHN HOWARD PAYKE. ■He LISP'D IK NUMBERS, FOR THE NUMBERS CAME.' COMPrLED BY GABRIEL HARRISON. BROOKLYN, L. I. * 1873. PREFACE. This little selection has been prepared as a shelter from the trouble of transcription, an office which the author has been solicited much oftener than he could spare the time to accomplish it, by the kind desire of friends to receive copies of the juvenile efforts of which it is composed. With regard to the work itself, the author is so conscious of the feebleness of its claims that he desires not to trust it beyond the indulgence and partiality of personal friends. It gives him no pleasure but from the associations it recalls. His ambition for verse-making never soared beyond the wish to amuse his friends ; and repeated experiments have convinced him that his talents for the business will never exceed the domestic quality of his ambition. In some in- stances, the last production which has been the subject of his admiration, before sitting down to write, will have insensibly diffused the influence of its impression around what he has written. This is always so much the case with young writers, that it would have been named here only from an apprehension that the age at which these trifles were framed, might not be always remembered; and cases of imitation might sug- gest themselves to others, which, had they been committed knowingly, would have been specified by himself; but as, after ttiis long interval, the course of his reading and re- flection at the moment is so entirely forgotten that he 250 Preface. cannot retrace the paths from which he might have plucked flowers to deck his own wild wreath, he must refer the dis- covery to readers, with whom he could not have risked these infants of a mind never much given to poetry, unless fortified by the consciousness of having put them in the way of being judged with that good-humoured prejudice which people seldom bring to a new book, the determina- tion that nothing shall prevent them from being pleased. John Howard Payne. London, February, 1815. THE LISPINGS OF THE MUSE. VALEDICTORY. [This poem was written at Boston, in 1805, when the author first quitted his home, and the Academy in which he had been educated, for New York. The author's father, Mr. William Payne, was the founder and director of the Seminary alluded to, which was known by the title of " Berry-Street Academy."] O TIME ! forgive the infant muse Who dares to sing thy speedy flight, And waft a sigh in silent views To realms of permanent delight ! In vain I glance a wistful thought, O'er joys too precious to be bought, Where no sad change Can e'er estrange From scenes which erst engaged my feeling heart. With fond rememb'rance I retrace The years, the months, the weeks, the days, Which " creeping in this petty space," I've spent in childhood's blithesome maze : Now fled, like Ganges' sacred stream, Or, like a visionary dream ; Now here — now gone — Still passing on. Or, like myself — appears but to depart ! Friends of my life, and dearest held, — My filial vows to you I pay, By love and duty both impell'd While, from your guidance call'd, I stray. 252 LiSPINGS OF THE MuSE. With lively gratitude inspired ; — May all the bliss to be desired On you descend Till time shall end, And crown the wish convey'd in my adieu ! Still, fond rememb'rance, ling'ring, dwells O'er my lov'd ALMA'S nurt'ring shade, And painful recollection swells : The clust'ring branches there display'd, While nursed in Science' lib'ral store, And fed with literary lore — Oh, may they still Thy vot'ries fill. And they, like me, shall own their debt to you. [At the age of thirteen.] EPILOGUE TO THE WANDERER, AN AMEKICAN PLAY, ACTED AT THE NEW YORK THEATRE. Written at the age of fourteen, spoken by Mrs. Jones, who performed the part of Julia, the Wanderer. So, then methinks we'll leave, without repining, This sobbing, monkish, methodistic whining : One serious part (at least, if they will tease one). Is quantum sufficit for half the season. Oh dear ! I scarce can force a smile to ask How you approve our author's infant task ? If to his Wanderer a home you'll give And bid the hope of trembling genius live ? — " Pshaw ! " cries old ten-per-cent, " don't talk to me Of trembling genius, hope, and — (Hesitating, then with a mimicking flourish,) ti-tum-tee ! John Howard Payne. 253 " All stuflF and nonsense ! If the cash be rare — What, genius, is thy boasted lot ? — despair ! Though his bold flight reached worlds at every bound, Its end — what is it ? two-pence in the pound ! The silly wight is left at last to curse His learned noddle, with an empty purse ! Give me your plodding man of common sense, Whose wiser study is to soar at pence ; Who thinks no style like invoice half so terse is, And contra credit worth a ton of verses ! If wits will write, why let them write, and starve j For me, thank Heav'n ! I have my ffoose to carve. And cellar furnish'd to my heart's desire : — Prithee what more can man or beast require ? " This said, he takes his quid, looks wise, and stirs the fire. From judges such as these we gladly turn To eyes that sparkle, and to hearts that burn, That conscious, kindle at Columbia's name, Proud of their country's letters, as her fame ! That rear th' exotic, if the flowers be fair, But guard the native plant with ten-fold care ; Nourish its tendrils like the dew of dawn. And bid it bloom to cheer its parent lawn ! Warmed by such favor, Genius learns to rise. Like our own Eagle, a career to run, Free as the air, and brilliant as the sun ! A devious Wanderer fondly turns to you, To ask indulgence, not to claim a due ; And oh, believe her ! she would rather roam O'er any wilds, however far from home, Than fail to court, in modest merit's cause, The sanction of your smile — the fame of your applause I 254 LiSPINGS OF THE MuSE. FRAGMENT OF POETRY. FOUND AT THE FALLS OF MOUNT IDA, TROY, IN THE STATE OF NEW YORK. Several passages were obliterated, by having been frequently trodden on ; and those which remained, were traced out with much difficulty. Shunning the noisy haunts of men, He loved to wander here. His friends were few : He cared not for the crowd. He heard, unhurt, The scornful jest of cruel ignorance. The poison'd arrows, which misfortune aira'd, Pierc'd not his heart, in such bold armor clad, That every point was blunted at the blow, And dropp'd unheeded down ! Oh ! he would gaze, With rapture gaze upon this fairy scene. And he would moralize the opening leaf And in each little, curious fibre find The noblest tribute to its Maker's praise. * * * * * * I He joy'd to mark The silver stream swift gliding twixt the banks, Which seem'd to smile in extacy to see Their lovely foliage in the polish'd wave ! In silent rapture would he sit and view These distant waters, torn up by the crags, Rippling and sparkling as they sprang in air : Then traced with hasty steps the forest path, Where stream impetuous plunges the abyss; Then rolls along exulting to be free, With roar at which earth trembles. Here he paus'd : For inspiration lived in every wave. And the aw'd soul was mute. Within the cataract where th' embodied stream l^eaps the high cliff, with dash of fury foaming, Sleeps the wild spirit of the storm. A cave, Formed by the jutting of that cliff, her cell ; John Howard Payne. 255 The water-sheets, its wall, through which the sua Darts tempered hues of strange and various light ; And as the tumult stills, — the waves subside, — And distant echoes die upon the ear, — With printless tread, along its flowery banks, The Muses love to wander, hand in hand — There, as it gently winds among the vales, To trace, through fairy lands, its silver course. Note. — The scenery of the forejjoing is described from nature. It is pe- culiarly picturesque. The jutting out of the top of the precipice throws the wave forward with a magnificent sweep, leaving an immense chasm between the sheet of water and the side of the clifF, to which the Poet cannot help assigning some inhabitant from among the numberless spirits who are always in waiting for appointments of that nature. The an. thor therefore put the storm-spirit into it, and liopes she will be pleased with her residence, which certainly possesses great attractions from the rain- bow effect of the sunbeams, as they come subdued into moonlight mildness by their pasage through the stream. ODE FOR THE THIRTY-PinST ANNIVERSARY OP AMERICAN INDEPENDENCE. Written as a College Exercise. When erst our Sires their sails unfurl'd, To brave the trackless sea, They boldly sought an unknown world, Determin'd to be free ! They saw their homes recede afar, The pale blue hills diverge, And, Liberty their guiding star, They plough'd the swelling surge ! • No splendid hope their wand'rings cheer *d ; No lust of wealth beguiled j — They left the towers that Plenty rear'd, To seek the desert wild ; 256 LiSPINGS OF THE MuSE. The climes where proud luxuriance shone, Exchang'd for forests drear ; The splendour of a Tyrant's throne, For honest Freedom here ! Though hungry wolves the nightly prowl Around their log-hut took ; Though savages with hideous howl Their wild-wood shelter shook ; Though tomahawks around them glared, — To Fear could such hearts yield ? No ! God, for whom they danger dared. In danger was their shield ! When giant Power, with blood-stain'd crest. Here grasp'd his gory lance, And dared the warriors of the West Embattled to advance, — Our young Columbia sprang, alone (In God her only trust). And humbled, with a sling and stone, This monster to the dust ! Thus nobly rose our greater Rome, ' Bright daughter of the skies — Of Liberty the hallow'd home, Whose turrets proudly rise, — Whose sails now whiten every sea, On every wave unfurl'd ; Form'd to be happy, great, and free, The Eden of the world ! Shall we, the sons of valiant Sires, Such glories tamely stain ? Shall these rich vales, these splendid spires, E'er brook a Monarch's reign ? No ! If the Despot's iron hand Must here a sceptre wave, Kaz'd be those glories from the land, And be the land our grave ! John Howard Payne. 257 TO A LADY, rnOSE INFANT DAUGHTER DELPHINE WAS KEMARKABLE FOR THE BEAUTY, FIRK, AND INTELLIGENCE OF HER EYES. The Rose, which boasts so rich a dye, And wantonly with Zephyr plays, Woos the delighted traveler's eye, Yet blushes at the traveler's gaze. That Rose, in but a little while, Shall bloom and blush no longer there. Shall pass away, like beauty's smile, — Be pale and cheerless, like Despair. But when another Spring shall rise. Another Rose shall there be found ; Another Rose of richer dyes Shall shed a sweeter fragrance round. Thou art that earlier Rose, ! long Be friendship with thy virtues blest ! The theme of many a Poet's song ; The idol of affection's breast ! And, if thy little one confirm The promise of her sparkling eyes. In Delphine we behold the germ Of the next Rose, of richer dyes. ! may this child surpass in worth The bright example thou hast given, Charm the enraptured sons of Earth, Then flourish in the fields of Heaven ! 33 258 LiSPINGS OF THE MuSE. MARY. " Ah me I how sweet is Love itself possest. When but Love's shadows are so rich in joy ! ' If Reason could the heart control, If Memory from itself could fly, I'd quench the fire that burns my soul, Nor drink the poison from her eye ! How often have I vainly sought To guard against Love's madd'ning sway, But flashing deep into my heart, One glance has swept resolves away ! Since Reason, then, can ne'er assuage Presumptuous reveries like mine. Rage on, my soul ! still madly rage, And be a fancied Mary thine 1 Long may the fairy vision spread Its soothing spell around my mind, That joy, itself forever fled. May leave the phantom still behind ! And when, at length, this life shall fade, And earthly scenes recede in gloom. My Mary's fondly cherished shade Shall light my passage to the tomb I John Howard Payne. 259 A very accompUahed lady, by the name of Aib, residing at Providence, in the state of Rhode Island, was on the eve of departure from Boston, where she had been some months on a visit. A gentleman, celebrated for the frequency and felicity of his puns, was soli- cited by a friend of this lady to express his admiration in a farewell poem, which was, of coarse, expected to have been a poem of puns ; but the parties were surprised to receive, in place of the expected Jew d'esjyrit, a grave series of compliments, conveyed in delightful poetry, but not one pun in the whole collection. This incident called forth the following LINES, ADDKE88ED TO MRS. AIR, ON HER DEPARTURE FOR PROVIDENCE ; WHICH OUGHT TO HAVE BEEN WRITTEN BY SOMEBODY ELSE. Yes ! I am lost ! By those bright eyes Entrapp'd before I was aware ! Ev'n Hope deserts me ! for my sighs Are given to unconscious Air. Like the mild Air which sweetly swells The notes of an ^olian lyre, Whose magic every woe dispels. And fills us with seraphic fire, — This soothing, loveli/ Air can make The passions bend to her control, And, with ethereal mildness, wake The softest music of the soul ! Thy smile (like the pure Air which blows Where spirits of the blest unite), Exhilerating Air' ! bestows A dear delirium of delight ! I live — I move — by means of Air ; Yet gentle Air resolves to fly ! Oh stay ! protect me from despair ; By Air deserted^ I must die ! • ' ExliUcrating air is Sir Humphrey Davy's term for what is called in the technical phrase of chemistry — gaseous oxyd of nitrogen. When inhaled, it pr