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By JOHN DICKINSON SHERMAN
HIS year is the centenary
of the first singing of
I John Howard Payne’s
I “Home, Sweet Horae.’’
B The English-speaking na
tions are observing the
anniversary by singing
the song in’concerts. Much
of the rest of the world
is doing the same thing.
For a century the poets have as
sured us that the words are not great.
For a century the musicians have as
sured us that the music is not great.
Both the poets and the musicians may
be right. But little the world cares.
During that century these same words
and music have become a folk-song
of the world. No other song ever writ
ten can be 'sung by so many people
without the aid of printed words and
music.
I have heard Etelka Gerster sing
Stephen O. Foster’s “Old Folks at
Home,’’ and seen a Northern audience
thrill In response to this Negro song
of the Old South. I have heard Chris
tine Nilsson sing “Annie Laurie,’’ that
Vove-song which belongs not so much
to Scotland as to all the world. I
have heard Emma Nevada sing Fran
cis Scott Key’s “The Star-Spangled
Banner” —as I am a ninth generation
American, my feelings may be imag
ined. And I have heard Adelina Patti
sing “Home, Sweet Home” —whereat I
wept openly and was neither ashamed
nor alone in my tears.
The poets and musicians of the next
century probably will tell posterity
that neither the words nor music of
“Home, Sweet Home” are great. But
the song is great. And it will live
and be sung as long as there are
homes, and men wander and homesick
ness grips the wanderers.
There used to be a story that
“Home, Sweet Home” was written by
Payne on a tattered envelope in a
driving ruin under a lamp post when
he was a ragged and hungry trmnp in
a foreign land. All wrong. Listen to
Payne himself:
“l first heard the aJr in Italy. One
beautiful morning as I was strolling
alone amid some delightful scenery,
my attention was arrested by the sweet
voice of a peasant girl who was carry
ing a basket laden with flowers and
vegetables. This plaintive air she
trilled with so much sweetness and
simplicity that the melody at once
caught my fancy. I accosted her, and,
after a few moments’ conversation, I
asked her for the name of the song,
which she could not give me, but hav
ing some slight knowledge of music
myself, barely enough for the purpose,
I requested her to repeat the air, which
she did, while I jotted down the notes
as best I could. It was this air that
suggested the words of ‘Home, Sweet
Home,’ both of which I sent to Bishop
at the time I was preparing the opera.
Bishop happened to know the air well,
and adapted the music to the words.”
Payne, af the time to which he re
fers, was in Paris and in comfortable
circumstances, working on his opera,
“Clari, the Maid of Milan,” for which
his old friend, Sir Henry Bishop, the
composer, wrote the music.
It is probable that “Home, Sweet
Home” was first sung May 8, 1823.
It Is believed that Miss M. Tree was
the singer. The opera was produced
at the Covent Garden theater, London.
It was a distinct success. More than
100,000 copies of the song were sold
in the first year. The profit, however.
went to the publishers. Payne had
sold the opera outright, with several
plays, for 250 pounds. Probably he
got 80 pounds for “Home, Sweet
Home.”
The song was later revised to the
form in which we know it. Here is its
original form:
’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.
(Like the love of a mother,
Surpassing all other,)
Which, seek through the world, is ne’er
met with elsewhere.
There’s a spell in the shade
Where our infancy played,
Even stronger than time, and more deep
than despair.
An exile from home, splendor dazzles in
vain.
Oh, give me my lowly, thatched cottage
again.
The birds and the lambkins that came
at my call,
—Those who named me with pride,
Those who play’d by my side—
Give me them, with the innocence dearer
than all.
The joys of the palaces through which I
roam
Only swell my heart’s anguish. There’s
no place like home.
At the Union college, where Payne
was a student for two years, there is
quite an elaborate memorial to him.
In the library is a collection of Payne
memorabilia, books and pictures, in
cluding the manuscript of a poem
written in college days. It contains
the germ of the great song, written six
teen years later in a foreign land.
Here is one of the “boyhood poem’s
verses:
Where burns the lov’d hearth brightest
Cheering the social breast?
Where beats the fond heart lightest.
Its humble hopes possess’d?
Where Is the smile of sadness,
Of meek-eyed Patience bom,
Worth more than those of gladness
Which Mirth's bright cheeks adorn?
1 leasure is marked by fleetness,
To those who ever roam;
While grief itself has sweetness
At Home! dear Home!
Payne was not an “exile from
home,” except in the' sense that he
was a bom wanderer. He never mar
ried. An early love affair with a
Boston belle was broken off by pa
rental interference. He was once in
love with the widow of the poet Shelley.
He was very far from being a shift
less bird of passage and a derelict. On
the contrary he was courted and feted
during much of his life and was the
companion and friend of the great.
John Howard Payne was born in
New York, June 9, 1791, in a house
formerly standing at No. 33 Pearl
street. He was the son of William
Payne of an old Massachusetts fam-
ily, and Sarah Isaacs of East Hamp
ton, L. 1., daughter of a Jew from
Hamburg. Payne’s father was prin
cipal of a school founded at East
Hampton by Gov. De Witt Clinton.
Later the family moved to New York,
and still later to Boston. John
Howard was the sixth of nine children.
His writing bent was unmistakable
from the first. In Boston, when he
was only twelve years old, he was
editing a weekly paper for children,
which he called The Fly.
William Payne taught his son elo
cution and was horrified when the boy
wanted to go on the stage. John was
sent off forthwith to a New York
counting house. Here he surreptitious
ly edited a weekly paper, the Thes
pian Mirror. William Coleman, editor
of the New York Evening Post,
chanced upon the precocious hoy and
made arrangements for him to go to
Union college. There he started a
weekly paper, the Pastime, which was
popular among the students.
The bankruptcy of his father took
Payne from college to the stage. He
made his debut February 24, 1809, at
the old Park theater, New York, as
Young Norval in “Douglas,” with an
instant and unqualified success. After
phenomenally successful appearances
in Boston and Baltimore he quarreJed
with his manager and In 1813, at the
age of twenty-two, he sailed for Eng
land, the first American actor to in
vade the British stage. In London he
made warm friends among the literary
celebrities of the day. His stage work
in twenty-two parts drew crowded
houses and spleudid applause.
Then he broke away from acting to
adapt and write plays. His best play,
“Brutus,” was produced in 1818. It
has been played by all the great act
ors since. In all he produced more
than fifty plays. Finally an unlucky
attempt to manage a theater landed
him a debtor in Fleet prison. He
pawned his shirt for food, and hurried
through a translation and adaptation
with a success that quickly gained his
freedom. In 1832 Payne’s health
failed and he came back to America
penniless. But it was a return to
“Home, Sweet Home.” The public
made much of him, and benefit per
formances made him whole financially.
Then, characteristically, Payne aban
doned the stage and all its works.
Literary work was his main interest.
In 1842 he was appointed consul at
Tunis. There he died of fever in
1853, and was buried.
The last “Home, Sweet Home” of
John Howard Payne is in the old Oak
Hill cemetery, Georgetown, D. C.,
where his remains were interred in
1883 with pomp and ceremony by Pres
ident Arthur and dignitaries of th»
United States government.
