I studied the great art of fiction closely for fifteen years before I presumed to write a word of it.
—Charles Reade.
Charles Reade, a renowned English novelist, was born at Ipsden, June 8, 1814, and died April 11, 1884. Among his numerous productions are: “Peg Woffington,” “It’s Never Too Late to Mend,” “The Course of True Love Never Did Run Smooth,” “The Double Marriage; or White Lies,” “Hard Cash,” “The Cloister and the Hearth,” “Foul Play,” “Put Yourself in His Place,” “A Terrible Temptation,” “A Simpleton,” “A Woman Hater,” etc. His plays include: “Gold,” “Masks and Faces,” “The Courier of Lyons,” “Two Loves and a Life,” “The King’s Rivals,” etc.
’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 sought through the world is ne’er met with elsewhere.
An exile from home splendour dazzles in vain,
Oh, give me my lowly thatched cottage again;
The birds singing gayly, that came at my call,
Give me them, and that peace of mind dearer than all.
“Home Sweet Home,” from the opera “Clari, the Maid of Milan,”—J. Howard Payne.
John Howard Payne, an American dramatist and author, was born in New York City, June 9, 1792, and died in Tunis, Africa, April 10, 1852. His fame rests upon the celebrated lyric “Home, Sweet Home,” introduced in his drama, the “Maid of Milan.” His other plays are “Brutus,” “Virginius,” and “Charles II.”
While black with storms the ruffled ocean rolls, and from the fisher’s art defends her finny shoals.
—Sir Richard Blackmore.
Sir Richard Doddridge Blackmore, a renowned English novelist, was born in Longworth, Berkshire, June 9, 1825, and died January 22, 1900. Some of his well-known novels are: “The Maid of Sker,” “Cripps the Carrier,” “Clara Vaughan,” “Sir Thomas Upmore,” “Alice Lorraine,” “Christowell,” “Spring-haven,” “Erema,” “Mary Anerley,” and his most celebrated novel, “Lorna Doone.”
By the flow of the inland river,
Whence the fleets of the iron have fled,
Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver,
Asleep are the ranks of the dead;—
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the Judgment Day:
Under the one, the Blue;
Under the other, the Gray.