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Volume X 



July 1913 



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Number 7 



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By Harriet Gillespie 



T the far end of Long Island beneath the 

 over-shadowing branches of high arched 

 elms that border the main street of the 

 quaint little town of Easthampton- — just 

 within sight and sound of the sea — lies 

 nestled a picturesque, weather stained 

 cottage, the tender memories of which, hallowed by time 

 and softened by distance, were the inspiration of a song 

 whose reminiscent sweetness and simple pathos have girdled 

 the globe and caught and held the imaginatlon^cjf the 

 wanderer wherever he may be. It is the boyhood horrftSaf 

 John Howard Payne, who, homeless and a 

 spired by. the thought of that simple a bo 



immortal and widespread words of "Home, Sweet Home." 

 In the quiet old village street it still stands, waiting 

 patiently for the time when he shall return to embrace 

 again the simple joys which in the high heartedness of 

 youth he thrust behind him, lured by the mirage of the 

 outside world. "I am waiting for you," it seems to say. 

 "Here there is no failure; here you can rest and be at 

 peace." 



Payne left it, a lad of thirteen, to try his pinions in the 

 world of life and letters, but the name he failed to win as 

 actor, author and critic, came when he penned that sweet 

 epic which has touched the heart as no other has ever done. 

 et he died in far-off Tunis, with no friend to mourn his 



The boyhood home of John Howard Payne, author of "Home, Sweet Home" 



Copyright by G. H. Buek. 



