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Title: Immortal Songs of Camp and Field

Author: Louis Albert Banks

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IMMORTAL SONGS
OF
CAMP AND FIELD






BATTLE OF BUNKER HILL (From the celebrated painting by Trumbull)
BATTLE OF BUNKER HILL
(From the celebrated painting by Trumbull)

Immortal Songs Of Camp and Field The Story of their Inspiration together with Striking Anecdotes connected with their History. By Rev. Louis Albert Banks, D.D. Author of Immortal Hymns and Their Story, "Christ and His Friends" "The Christian Gentleman," Etc. Etc. With Portraits and Illustrations CLEVELAND: The Burrows Brothers Company, Publishers Mdcccxcix

Copyright, 1898
by
The Burrows Brothers Co.

———
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Imperial Press
CLEVELAND

 
 
 

To my sister
Lacibel Ainsworth Wood
this volume is lovingly and gratefully
dedicated by the author






CONTENTS

Page
The American Flag 17
Joseph Rodman Drake
Adams and Liberty27
Robert Treat Paine
Yankee Doodle41
Unknown
The Star-Spangled Banner53
Francis Scott Key
Hail Columbia67
Joseph Hopkinson
Columbia, the Gem of the Ocean77
Thomas à Becket
The Flag of our Union87
George P. Morris
John Brown’s Body97
Charles S. Hall
Dixie109
Dan Emmett
The Battle Cry of Freedom125
George F. Root
Song of a Thousand Years137
Henry Clay Work
Tenting on the Old Camp Ground149
Walter Kittredge
The Battle Hymn of the Republic159
Julia Ward Howe
Just Before the Battle, Mother171
George F. Root
When this Cruel War is Over181
Charles Carroll Sawyer
Marching through Georgia193
Henry Clay Work
My Maryland205
James Ryder Randall
All Quiet Along the Potomac217
Ethel Lynn Beers
The Old Folks at Home227
Stephen Collins Foster
The Blue and the Gray237
Francis Miles Finch
Rule, Britannia249
James Thomson
The Watch on the Rhine259
Max Schneckenburger
The Marseillaise269
Claude Joseph Rouget de Lisle
The Blue Bells of Scotland279
Annie McVicar Grant
Recessional291
Rudyard Kipling

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Portraits

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Thomas à Becket 76
Otto Eduard Leopold von Bismarck-Schönhausen    258
John Brown96
Joseph Rodman Drake16
Daniel Decatur Emmett108
Francis Miles Finch236
Stephen Collins Foster226
Ulysses Simpson Grant216
Joseph Hopkinson66
Julia Ward Howe158
John Wallace Hutchinson148
Francis Scott Key52
Rudyard Kipling290
La Fayette268
Robert Edward Lee204
Abraham Lincoln124
George Pope Morris86
Robert Treat Paine26
Albert Pike118
George Frederick Root170
Charles Carroll Sawyer180
William Tecumseh Sherman192
Charles Edward Stuart, the Pretender278
James Thomson248
George Washington40
Henry Clay Work136

Bunker Hill Monument
Bunker Hill Monument

Illustrations

Page
Battle of Bunker HillFrontispiece
Bunker Hill Monumentxii
Washington Monumentxiv
Mount Hood22
Statue of the Minuteman at Concord, Massachusetts32
Liberty Bell37
Boston Common46
Fort McHenry58
The Capitol72
Statue of Liberty80
West Point Military Academy90
Harper’s Ferry102
Picking Cotton112
Fort Sumter130
The White House142
Moccasin Bend152
Faneuil Hall164
Fortress Monroe176
U. S. Battle-Ship “Maine”186
Sherman burns Atlanta and marches toward the sea198
Plymouth Rock202
The Invasion of Maryland210
Mount Vernon222
“Still longin’ for de old plantation,
    And for de old folks at home”
232
Grant’s Monument242
The Tower of London254
National Monument, Niederwald264
Vieux Port, Marseilles274
Stirling Castle284
Houses of Parliament296

Washington Monument
Washington Monument

JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE
JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE

THE AMERICAN FLAG.

When Freedom, from her mountain height,
Unfurled her standard to the air,
She tore the azure robe of night,
And set the stars of glory there!
She mingled with its gorgeous dyes
The milky baldric of the skies,
And striped its pure celestial white
With streakings of the morning light;
Then, from his mansion in the sun,
She called her eagle bearer down,
And gave into his mighty hand
The symbol of her chosen land!

The author of The American Flag was born to poverty, but by hard work he obtained a good education, and studied medicine under Dr. Nicholas Romayne, by whom he was greatly beloved. He obtained his degree and shortly afterward, in October, 1816, he was married to Sarah Eckford, who brought him a good deal of wealth. Two years later, his health failing, he visited New Orleans for the winter, hoping for its recovery. He returned to New York in the spring, only to die in the following autumn, September, 1820, at the age of twenty-five. He is buried at Hunt’s Point, in Westchester County, New York, where he spent some of the years of his boyhood. On his monument are these lines, written by his friend, Fitz-Green Halleck,—

“None knew him but to love him,
Nor named him but to praise.”

Drake was a poet from his childhood. The anecdotes preserved of his early youth show the fertility of his imagination. His first rhymes were a conundrum which he perpetrated when he was but five years old. He was one day, for some childish offense, punished by imprisonment in a portion of the garret shut off by some wooden bars. His sisters stole up to witness his suffering condition, and found him pacing the room, with something like a sword on his shoulder, watching an incongruous heap on the floor, in the character of Don Quixote at his vigils over the armor in the church. He called a boy of his acquaintance, named Oscar, “Little Fingal;” his ideas from books thus early seeking embodiment in living shapes. In the same spirit the child listened with great delight to the stories of an old neighbor lady about the Revolution. He would identify himself with the scene, and once, when he had given her a very energetic account of a ballad which he had read, upon her remarking that it was a tough story, he quickly replied, with a deep sigh: “Ah! we had it tough enough that day, ma’am.”

Drake wrote The Mocking-Bird, one of his poems which has lived and will live, when a mere boy. It shows not only a happy facility but an unusual knowledge of the imitative faculty in the young poets of his time.

MOUNT HOOD
MOUNT HOOD

The American Flag was written in May, 1819, when the author was not quite twenty-four. It has remained unchanged except the last four lines. It originally concluded:—

“As fixed as yonder orb divine,
That saw thy bannered blaze unfurled,
Shall thy proud stars resplendent shine,
The guard and glory of the world.”

These lines were very unsatisfactory to Drake, and he said to Fitz-Green Halleck, “Fitz, can’t you suggest a better stanza?” Whereupon the brilliant author of Marco Bozzaris sat down and wrote in a glowing burst of inspiration the four concluding lines:—

“Forever float that standard sheet!
Where breathes the foe but falls before us?
With Freedom’s soil beneath our feet,
And Freedom’s banner streaming o’er us?”

Drake immediately agreed that these were a splendid improvement on the former ending, and incorporated them into his one poem that is certain of immortality. It was first published in the New York Evening Post, in a series known as the Croaker Pieces, The American Flag being the last one of the series.

The young poet was entirely free from vanity and affectation, and had no morbid seeking for popular applause. When he was on his deathbed, at his wife’s request, Doctor DeKay collected and copied all his poems which could be found and took them to him. “See, Joe,” said he to him, “what I have done.” “Burn them,” he replied; “they are valueless.”

Drake’s impulsive nature, as well as the spirit and force, yet simplicity, of expression, with his artless manner, gained him many friends. He had that native politeness which springs from benevolence—that would stop to pick up the hat or the crutch of an old servant, or fly to the relief of a child. His acquaintance with Fitz-Green Halleck arose in a romantic incident on the Battery one day when, in a retiring shower, the heavens were spanned by a rainbow. DeKay and Drake were together, and Halleck, a new acquaintance, was talking with them; the conversation taking the turn of some passing expression of the wishes of the moment, Halleck whimsically remarked that it would be heaven for him, just then, to ride on that rainbow and read Campbell. The idea was very pleasing to Drake. He seized Halleck by the hand and from that moment until his untimely death they were bosom friends.

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ROBERT TREAT PAINE
ROBERT TREAT PAINE

ADAMS AND LIBERTY.

Ye sons of Columbia, who bravely have fought
For those rights which unstain’d from your sires had descended,
May you long taste the blessings your valor has bought,
And your sons reap the soil which your fathers defended!
’Mid the reign of mild peace,
May your nation increase,
With the glory of Rome, and the wisdom of Greece.
And ne’er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves,
While the earth bears a plant, or the sea rolls its waves.

STATUE OF THE MINUTEMAN AT CONCORD, MASSACHUSETTS
STATUE OF THE MINUTEMAN AT CONCORD, MASSACHUSETTS

The father of the author of Adams and Liberty, or as it has been more usually entitled in later days, Ye Sons of Columbia, was the Robert Treat Paine who was one of the immortal signers of the Declaration of Independence. The author of this hymn was given by his parents the name of Thomas, but on account of that being the name of a notorious infidel of his time, he appealed to the legislature of Massachusetts to give him a Christian name; thereafter he took the name of his father, Robert Treat Paine.

He was a very precocious and brilliant youth. When he was seven years of age his family removed from Taunton, where he was born, to Boston, and there he prepared for Harvard College at one of the public schools, entering the freshman class in his fifteenth year. One of his classmates wrote a squib on him in verse on the college wall, and Paine, on consultation with his friends, being advised to retaliate in kind, did so, and thus became aware of the poetic faculty of which he afterward made such liberal use. He wrote nearly all his college compositions in verse, with such success that he was assigned the post of poet at the College Exhibition in the autumn of 1791, and at the Commencement in the following year. After receiving his diploma, he entered the counting-room of Mr. James Tisdale, but soon proved that his tastes did not lie in that direction. He would often be carried away by day-dreams and make entries in his day-book in poetry. On one occasion when he was sent to the bank with a check for five hundred dollars, he met some literary acquaintances on the way and went off with them to Cambridge, and spent a week in the enjoyment of “the feast of reason and the flow of soul,” returning to his duties with the cash at the end of that period.

In 1792 young Paine fell deeply in love with an actress, a Miss Baker, aged sixteen, who was one of the first players to appear in Boston. Their performances were at first called dramatic recitations to avoid a collision with a law forbidding “stage plays.” He married Miss Baker in 1794, and was promptly turned out of doors by his father.

The next year, on taking his degree of A.M. at Cambridge, he delivered a poem entitled The Invention of Letters. There was a great deal of excitement over this poem at the time, as it contained some lines referring to Jacobinism, which the college authorities crossed out, but which he delivered as written. The poem was greatly admired, and Washington wrote him a letter in appreciation of its merits. It was immediately published and large editions sold, the author receiving fifteen hundred dollars as his share of the profits, which was no doubt a very grateful return to a poet with a young wife and an obdurate father. The breach with his family, however, was afterward healed.

Mr. Paine was also the author of a poem entitled The Ruling Passion, for which he received twelve hundred dollars. Still another famous poem of his was called The Steeds of Apollo.

In 1794 he produced his earliest ode, Rise, Columbia, which, perhaps, was the seed thought from which later sprang the more extended hymn,—

“When first the sun o’er ocean glow’d
And earth unveil’d her virgin breast,
Supreme ’mid Nature’s vast abode
Was heard th’ Almighty’s dread behest:
‘Rise, Columbia, brave and free,
Poise the globe, and bound the sea.’”

His most famous song, Adams and Liberty,—which is sung to the same tune as Key’s Star-Spangled Banner, or Anacreon in Heaven,—was written four years later at the request of the Massachusetts Charitable Fire Society. Its sale yielded him a profit of more than seven hundred and fifty dollars. These receipts show an immediate popularity which has seldom been achieved by patriotic songs. In 1799 he delivered an oration on the first anniversary of the dissolution of the alliance with France which was a great oratorical triumph. The author sent a copy, after its publication, to Washington, and received a reply in which the General says: “You will be assured that I am never more gratified than when I see the effusions of genius from some of the rising generation, which promises to secure our national rank in the literary world; as I trust their firm, manly, and patriotic conduct will ever maintain it with dignity in the political.

The next to the last stanza of Adams and Liberty was not in the song as originally written. Paine was dining with Major Benjamin Russell, when he was reminded that his song had made no mention of Washington. The host said he could not fill his glass until the error had been corrected, whereupon the author, after a moment’s thinking, scratched off the lines which pay such a graceful tribute to the First American:—

“Should the tempest of war overshadow our land,
Its bolts could ne’er rend Freedom’s temple asunder;
For, unmov’d, at its portal would Washington stand,
And repulse with his breast the assaults of the thunder!
His sword from the sleep
Of its scabbard would leap,
And conduct, with its point, every flash to the deep;
For ne’er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves,
While the earth bears a plant, or the sea rolls its waves.”

Instead of being added to the hymn it was inserted as it here appears. The second, fourth, and fifth stanzas have been usually omitted in recent publications of the hymn.

The brilliant genius of Paine was sadly eclipsed by strong drink, that dire foe of many men of bright literary promise. His sun, which had risen so proudly, found an untimely setting about the beginning of the war of 1812.

Liberty Bell
Liberty Bell

GEORGE WASHINGTON
GEORGE WASHINGTON

YANKEE DOODLE.