The Modern Scottish Minstrel Volume Iv Part 22

And beauty! have I not wors.h.i.+pp'd all Her s.h.i.+ning creations well?

The rock--the wood--the waterfall, Where light or where love might dwell.

But over all, and on my heart, The mildew hath fallen sadly, I have no spirit, I have no part In the earth that smiles so gladly!

I only sigh for a quiet bright spot In the churchyard by the stream, Whereon the morning sunbeams float, And the stars at midnight dream; Where only Nature's sounds may wake The sacred and silent air, And only her beautiful things may break Through the long gra.s.s gathering there.

ALEXANDER HUME.

Alexander Hume was born at Kelso on the 1st of February 1809. His father, Walter Hume, occupied a respectable position as a retail trader in that town. Of the early history of our author little has been ascertained. His first teacher was Mr Ballantyne of Kelso, a man somewhat celebrated in his vocation. To his early preceptor's kindness of heart, Hume frequently referred with tears. While under Mr Ballantyne's scholastic superintendence, his love of nature first became apparent. After school hours it was his delight to wander by the banks of the Tweed, or reclining on its brink, to listen to the music of its waters. From circ.u.mstances into which we need not inquire, his family was induced to remove from Kelso to London. The position they occupied we have not learned; but young Hume is remembered as being a quick, intelligent, and most affectionate boy, eager, industrious, self-reliant, and with an occasional dash of independence that made him both feared and loved. He might have been persuaded to adopt almost any view, but an attempt at coercion only excited a spirit of antagonism. To use an old and familiar phrase, "he might break, but he would not bend."

About this period (1822 or 1823), when irritated by those who had authority over him, he suddenly disappeared from home, and allied himself to a company of strolling players, with whom he a.s.sociated for several months. He had an exquisite natural voice, and sung the melting melodies of Scotland in a manner seldom equalled. With the itinerant manager he was a favourite, because he was fit for anything--tragedy, comedy, farce, a hornpipe, and, if need be, a comic song, in which making faces at the audience was an indispensable accomplishment. His greatest hit, we are told, was in the absurdly extravagant song, "I am such a Beautiful Boy;" when he used to say that in singing one verse, he opened his mouth so wide that he had difficulty in closing it; but it appears he had neither difficulty nor reluctance in closing his engagement. Getting tired of his new profession, and disgusted with his a.s.sociates, poorly clad and badly fed, he slipped away when his companions were fast asleep, and returned to London. Here, weary and footsore, he presented himself to a relative, who received him kindly, and placed him in a position where by industry he might provide for his necessities.

In 1827, he obtained a situation with Forbes & Co. of Mark Lane, the highly respectable agents for Berwick & Co. of Edinburgh, the celebrated brewers of Scotch ale. His position being one of considerable responsibility, he was obliged to find security in the sum of 500, which he obtained from the relative who had always stood his friend. But such was his probity and general good conduct, that his employers cancelled the security, and returned the bond as a mark of their appreciation of his integrity and worth.

About this period it was that he first gave utterance to his feelings in verse. Impulsive and impa.s.sioned naturally, his first strong attachment roused the deepest feelings of the man, and awoke the dormant pa.s.sion of the poet. The non-success of his first wooing only made his song the more vehement for a while, but as no flame can burn intensely for ever, his love became more subdued, and his song gradually a.s.sumed that touching pathos which has ever characterised the best lyrics of Scotland.

Some time between the years 1830 and 1833, he became a member of the Literary and Scientific Inst.i.tution, Aldersgate Street, where he made the acquaintance of many kindred spirits, young men of the same standing as himself, chiefly occupied in the banks, offices, and warehouses of the city of London. There they had cla.s.ses established for the study of history, for the discussion of philosophical and literary subjects, and for the practice of elocution. The recitations of the several members awoke the embers that smouldered in his heart from the time he had left the stage. His early experience had made him acquainted with the manner in which the voice ought to be modulated to make the utterance effective; and although he seldom ventured to recite, he was always a fair critic and a deeply interested auditor. The young ambition of a few had led them to aspire to authors.h.i.+p, and they established a monthly magazine. Although the several articles were not of the highest order, they were, nevertheless, quite equal to the average periodical writings of the day. In this magazine it is believed that Hume published his first song. It had been sent in the ordinary way, signed _Daft Wattie_, and the editor, not appreciating the northern dialect in which it was written, had tossed it aside. Shortly afterwards, one of the managers on turning over the rejected papers was attracted by the verses, read them, and was charmed. He placed them back in the editor's box, certifying them as fit for publication by writing across them,

"Musical as is Apollo's lute,"

to which he signed his name, William Raine. This circ.u.mstance soon led to an intimate acquaintance with Mr Raine, who was a man of considerable original power, excellent education, and of a social and right manly nature. This new acquaintance coloured the whole of Hume's future life.

They became fast friends, and were inseparable. The imagination of Hume was restrained by the acute judgment and critical ability of Mr Raine.

When Hume published his first volume of "Songs," it would perhaps be difficult to determine whether their great success and general popularity resulted from the poet whose name they bore, or from the friend who weighed and suggested corrections in almost every song, until they finally came before the public in a collected form. The volume was dedicated to Allan Cunningham, and in the preface he says: "I composed them by no rules excepting those which my own observation and feelings formed; I knew no other. As I thought and felt, so have I written. Of all poetical compositions, songs, especially those of the affections, should be natural, warm gushes of feeling--brief, simple, and condensed.

As soon as they have left the singer's lips, they should be fast around the hearer's heart."

In 1837, Hume married Miss Scott, a lady well calculated to attract the eye and win the heart of a poet. He remained connected with the house of Berwick & Co. until 1840, when, to recover his health, which had been failing for some time, he was advised to visit America, where he travelled for several months. On his return to England, he entered into an engagement with the Messrs Lane of Cork, then the most eminent brewers in the south of Ireland. To this work he devoted himself with great energy, and was duly rewarded for his labour by almost immediate success. The article he sold became exceedingly popular in the metropolis; nor was he disappointed in the hope of realising considerable pecuniary advantages.

For several years he had written very little. The necessity to make provision for a rapidly increasing family, and the ambition to take a high position in the business he had chosen, occupied his every hour, and became with him a pa.s.sion as strong as had ever moved him in works of the imagination.

In 1847 there were slight indications of a return of the complaint from which he had suffered in 1840, and he again crossed the Atlantic.

Although he returned considerably improved in health, he was by no means well. Fortunately he had secured the services of a Mr Macdonald as an a.s.sistant in his business, whose exertions in his interest were unremitting. Mr Hume's health gradually declined, and ultimately incapacitated him for the performance of any commercial duty. In May 1851 he died at Northampton, leaving a widow and six children.

As a song writer, Hume is ent.i.tled to an honourable place among those authors whose writings have been technically called "the Untutored Muse of Scotland." His style is eminently graceful, and a deep and genuine pathos pervades his compositions. We confidently predict that some of his lyrics are destined to obtain a lasting popularity. In 1845, a complete edition of his "Songs and Poems" was published at London in a thin octavo volume.

MY WEE, WEE WIFE.

AIR--_"The Boatie Rows."_

My wee wife dwells in yonder cot, My bonnie bairnies three; Oh! happy is the husband's lot, Wi' bairnies on his knee.

My wee, wee wife, my wee, wee wife, My bonnie bairnies three; How bright is day how sweet is life!

When love lights up the e'e.

The king o'er me may wear a crown, Have millions bow the knee, But lacks he love to share his throne, How poor a king is he!

My wee, wee wife, my wee, wee wife, My bonnie bairnies three, Let kings ha'e thrones, 'mang warld's strife, Your hearts are thrones to me.

I 've felt oppression's galling chain, I 've shed the tear o' care, But feeling aye lost a' its pain, When my wee wife was near.

My wee, wee wife, my wee, wee wife, My bonnie bairnies three, The chains we wear are sweet to bear, How sad could we go free!

O POVERTY!

AIR--_"The Posie."_

Eliza was a bonnie la.s.s, and oh! she lo'ed me weel, Sic love as canna find a tongue, but only hearts can feel; But I was poor, her faither doure, he wadna look on me; O poverty! O poverty! that love should bow to thee.

I went unto her mother, and I argued and I fleech'd, I spak o' love and honesty, and mair and mair beseech'd; But she was deaf to a' my grief, she wadna look on me; O poverty! O poverty! that love should bow to thee.

I next went to her brother, and I painted a' my pain, I told him o' our plighted troth, but it was a' in vain; Though he was deep in love himsel', nae feeling he'd for me; O poverty! O poverty! that love should bow to thee.

Oh! wealth it makes the fool a sage, the knave an honest man, And canker'd gray locks young again, if he has gear and lan'; To age maun beauty ope her arms, though wi' a tearfu' e'e; O poverty! O poverty! that love should bow to thee.

But wait a wee, oh! love is slee, and winna be said nay, It breaks a' chains, except its ain, but it will ha'e its way; In spite o' fate we took the gate, now happy as can be; O poverty! O poverty! we're wed in spite o' thee.

NANNY.

AIR--_"Fee him, Father."_

There 's mony a flower beside the rose, And sweets beside the honey; But laws maun change ere life disclose A flower or sweet like Nanny.

Her e'e is like the summer sun, When clouds can no conceal it, Ye 're blind if it ye look upon, Oh! mad if ere ye feel it.

I 've mony bonnie la.s.sies seen, Baith blithesome, kind, an' canny; But oh! the day has never been I 've seen another Nanny!

She 's like the mavis in her sang, Amang the brakens bloomin', Her lips ope to an angel's tongue, But kiss her, oh! she's woman.

MY BESSIE.

AIR--_"The Posie."_

My Bessie, oh! but look upon these bonnie budding flowers, Oh! do they no remember ye o' mony happy hours, When on this green and gentle hill we aften met to play, An' ye were like the morning sun, an' life a nightless day?

The gowans blossom'd bonnilie, I 'd pu' them from the stem, An' rin in noisy blithesomeness to thee, my Bess, wi' them, To place them in thy lily breast, for ae sweet smile on me, I saw nae mair the gowans then, then saw I only thee.