for such a song had its history, and one of deep and touching interest to me. One "little sad song" a simple ballad entitled "Twenty Years Ago"-was, above all others, his favorite. He had no special fondness for operatic music; he loved simple ballads and ditties, such as the common people sing, whether of the comic or pathetic kind; but no one in the list touched his great heart as did the song of "Twenty Years Ago." Many a time, in the old days of our familiar friendship on the Illinois circuit, and often at the White House when he and I were alone, have I seen him in tears while I was rendering, in my poor way, that homely melody. The late Judge David Davis, the Hon. Leonard Swett, and Judge Corydon Beckwith were equally partial to the same ballad. Often have I seen those great men overcome by the peculiar charm they seemed to find in the sentiment and melody of that simple song. The following verses seemed to affect Mr. Lincoln more deeply than any of the others : "I've wandered to the village, Tom; I've sat beneath the tree Upon the schoolhouse play-ground, that sheltered you and me: But none were left to greet me, Tom, and few were left to know Who played with us upon the green, some twenty years ago. "Near by the spring, upon the elm you know I cut your name, Your sweetheart's just beneath it, Tom; and you did mine the same. Some heartless wretch has peeled the bark, -—'t was dying sure but slow, Just as she died whose name you cut, some twenty years ago. "My lids have long been dry, Tom, but tears came to my eyes; This is the song Mr. Lincoln called for, and the one I sang to him in the vicinity of Antietam. He was at the time weary and sad. As I well knew it would, the song only deepened his sadness. I then did what I had done many times before: I startled him from his melancholy by striking up a comic air, singing also a snatch from "Picayune Butler," which broke the spell of "the little sad song," and restored somewhat his accustomed easy humor. It was not the first time I had pushed hilarity - simulated though it was - to an extreme for his sake. I had often recalled him from a pit of melancholy into which he was prone to descend, by a jest, a comic song, or a provoking sally of a startling kind; and Mr. Lincoln always thanked me afterward for my well-timed rudeness "of kind intent." This reminds me of one or two little rhythmic shots I often fired at him in his melancholy moods, and it was a kind of nonsense that he always keenly relished. One was a parody on "Life on the Ocean Wave." Mr. Lincoln would always laugh immoderately when I sang this jingling nonsense to him. It reminded him of the rude and often witty ballads that had amused him in his boyhood days. He was fond of negro melodies, and "The Blue-Tailed Fly" was a favorite. He often called for that buzzing ballad when we were alone, and he wanted to throw off the weight of public and private cares. A comic song in the theatre always restored Mr. Lincoln's cheerful good-humor. But while he had a great fondness for witty and mirth-provoking ballads, our grand old patriotic airs and songs of the tender and sentimental kind afforded him the deepest pleasure. "Ben Bolt" was one of his favorite ballads; so was "The Sword of Bunker Hill;" and he was always deeply moved by "The Lament of the Irish Emigrant," especially the following touching lines: verse. "I'm very lonely now, Mary, For the poor make no new friends; Since my poor Mary died." Many examples can be given illustrative of this phase of Mr. Lincoln's character, the blending of the mirthful and the melancholy in his singular love of music and When he was seventeen years old, his sister was married. The festivities of the occasion were made memorable by a song entitled "Adam and Eve's Wedding Song," which many believed was composed by Mr. Lincoln himself. The conceits embodied in the verses were old before Mr. Lincoln was born; but there is some intrinsic as well as extrinsic evidence to show that the doggerel itself was his. ADAM AND EVE'S WEDDING SONG. When Adam was created, he dwelt in Eden's shade, Of creatures swarmed around Before a bride was formed, And yet no mate was found. The Lord then was not willing The man should be alone, And took from him a bone. And closed the flesh in that place of; Then Adam he rejoiced This woman was not taken This woman was not taken This woman she was taken From under Adam's arm; So she must be protected From injuries and harm. But the lines which Mr. Lincoln liked best of all, and which were repeated by him more often than any other, were "Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud?" Mr. Carpenter in his "Six Months at the White House gives them in full as follows: "Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud? "The leaves of the oak and the willow shall fade, Be scattered around, and together be laid; And the young and the old, and the low and the high, "The infant a mother attended and loved; The mother that infant's affection who proved; "The maid on whose cheek, on whose brow, in whose eye, "The hand of the king that the sceptre hath borne, "The peasant whose lot was to sow and to reap, The herdsman who climbed with his goats up the steep, The beggar who wandered in search of his bread, "The saint who enjoyed the communion of Heaven, "So the multitude goes, like the flower or the weed, "For we are the same our fathers have been ; We see the same sights our fathers have seen; "The thoughts we are thinking our fathers would think; |