Senator James Rood Doolittle, Wisconsin (2)

Senator James Rood Doolittle, Wisconsin
Identifier: civilwarechoesch00howa (find matches)
Title: Civil War echoes: character sketches and state secrets
Year: 1907 (1900s)
Authors: Howard, Hamilton Gay
Subjects: Statesmen
Publisher: Washington, D.C., Howard publishing company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation



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my wife died!—(pause)—Oh, then! Oh, then!Oh my wife died—(pause)—Ill be hanged if I cried!I war glad I war single again; I married another—(pause)—Oh, then! Oh, then!I married another—(pause)—Oh, then! Oh, then!I married another—(pause)—She is worse than the udder!I wish I war single again! The last song was repeated over and over, and the poorfellows were plied with various kinds of liquids until theyalso fully caught on and sang with great impressivenessthe following little love song, which resulted almost in ariot of enthusiasm: Come, dearest, the daylight has gone; The stars are unveiling to thee;Let us wander together alone, If alone thou canst call it with me. Let us go where the wild flowers bloom, Midst the soft dews of the night;Where the orange dispels its perfume, And the rose speaks of love and delight. Remember, love, soon I must leave thee, To wander mid strangers alone,Where at eve thy sweet smile will not greet me, Nor thy gentle voice at morn. 146
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U. S. SENATOR JAMES R. DOOLITTLE, WISCONSIN Civil-war Echoes — Character But Oh, twill be sweet to remember, When I am far from thee.That the hand of Fate only can sever My lasting affection for thee! Prof. Ahasuerus Falstaff closed the musical feature ofthe occasion by singing in the most doleful basso, the fol-lowing idyl, with piano accompaniment: Lifes a farce; the world a stage!So sang a jolly ancient sage.What curious thoughts our minds engage!What petty things give umbrage!What a puzzle to see through the struggle,For wealth and fame—in each, the same! To end in what?Only a lot or spot,Under ground,Beneath all sound;Above, a mound,On which abound—Weeds and grass,Alas! Alas! Also the oldtime minstrel song entitled: Strangers Yet Strangers yet I After years of life together: After fair and stormy weather; After travel in far lands: After touch of wedded hands: Why thus joind, why ever met? If they must be strangers yet, strangers yet, strangers yet? After childhoods winning