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OUR FAMILIAR SONGS. |
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'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home! A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met
with elsewhere.
Home ! home! sweet, sweet home! There's no place like home ; there's no place like
home.
An exile from home splendor dazzles in vain, Oh! give me my lowly, thatch'd cottage again; The birds singing gaily, that come at my call; Cive me them, with the peace of mind, dearer
than all.
Home ! home ! sweet, sweet home! There's no place like home ; there's no place like
home. |
How sweet 'tis to sit 'neath a fond father's smile, And the cares of a mother to soothe and beguile. Let others delight 'mid new pleasures to roam, But give me, oh! give me the pleasures of
home.
Home ! home ! sweet, sweet home ! But give me, oh! give me the pleasures of
home.
To thee I'll return, over-burdened with care. The heart's dearest solace will smile on me
there; No more from that cottage again will I roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.
Home ! home ! sweet, sweet home ! There's no place like home; there's no place like
home. |
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THE INGLE SIDE.
Hew Ainslie, author of " The Ingle Side," was born April 5, 1792, in Ayrshire, Scotland, where his father, like those of some poets of loftier fame, managed the estates of a nobleman. He was educated first by a private tutor, and then at a parish school. At the age of seventeen he was sent to Glasgow to study law—which he heartily hated. Then he obtained a clerkship in the General Register House in Edinburgh, and, later, became amanuensis to Dugald Stewart, whose last writings he copied.
In 1822, Ainslie and his wife emigrated to the United States, to better their fortunes. He bought a small farm in Rensselaer County, N. Y., but three years afterward he left it, to try living with Robert Owen's community, at New Harmony, Indiana,—a year of which thoroughly satisfied him. Next he formed a partnership with a company of brewers in Cincinnati. Ho built a branch establishment in Louisville, which was swept away by a fii m >d, and another at New Albany, Indiana, which was destroyed by fire. He entered upon DO more ventures of his own, but employed himself in superintending the enterprises ot more fortunate men, living for a time in Jersey City, N. J. From some sketchy writing of his own, in a little volume of " Scottish Songs, Ballads, and Poems," which he published in New York, I make the following extracts:
" In my fourteenth year I was taken from school on account of my health, and was put into the fields to harden my constitution. Amongst my companions I found a number 6f intelligent young men, who had got up, in a large granary, a private theatre, where they occasionally performed, for the benefit of the neighborhood, 'The Gentle Shepherd,' * Douglas,' etc., and in due time I was, to my great joy, found tall enough, lassie-looking enough, and flippant enough to take the part of the pert 'Jenny,' and the first relish I got for anything like sentimental song, was from learning and singing the songs in that pastoral; auld ballads that my mother sung—and she sang many, and sang them well— having been all the poetry I had cared for.
" It was toward the end of this most pleasant period that I first' burst into song,' and I am inclined to think that I broke into it wrong end foremost; sweet songs having sent me a wooing, instead of wooing having set me a singing. Indeed, my planting companions strove to convince me that my 'sweet songs' were as silly as they were simple; but I braved both rhyme and reason, and kept scratching away. Well do I remember how I felL |
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