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92 A CENTURY OF BALLADS
How sweet 'tis to sit 'neath a fond father's smile, And the cares of a mother to soothe and beguile : Let others delight 'mid new pleasures to roam : But give me, oh, give me, the pleasures of Home.
Home—Home—sweet, sweet Home !
But give me—ah, give me, the pleasures of Home !
To thee I'll return overburdened with care— The heart's dearest solace will smile on me there ! No more from that cottage again will I roam : Be it ever so humble there's no place like Home !
Home—Home—sweet, sweet Home ! There's no place like Home, There's no place like Home !
J. H. P.
It is rather interesting to note that "Home, Sweet Home " was the first song sung by Adelina Patti on her "discovery" by Colonel Mapleson. The latter had heard of an extraordinary young vocalist, hardly nineteen years of age, who had been charming America, and was very anxious to hear her for himself. He describes in his Memoirs their first meeting :—
"Some time in the month of April," he says, "the little lady from America arrived, and sent me up her card, bearing the name of Adelina Patti. She was accompanied by Maurice Stra-kosch, her brother-in-law. They wished to know when Mr. Smith's season was likely to begin. I could give them no information beyond the