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music is the one universal language that speaks to every heart. This
hand of sweet singers lias passed away, one hrother only remains, now
' Sister Abby's' sweet voice is silenced forever. But slie will not be for-
gotten by the generation that felt the inspirirtion of her song. The
first time I saw 'charming little Ahby,' as she was familiarlv called,
was on the platform with her four stalwart hrotliers in old Faneiiil
Hall. It was in a crowded anti-slavi'iy meeting i)resided over by a
howling mob. Neither the fiery elo(iuence of (iarrison, nor tlie i)ersua-
sive, silvery tones of Phillips could command a moment's hearing, Ijut
the Hutehinsc^ns' sweet songs of frei'dom were listened to in breathless
silence. Tlie very sentiments tlie inol) applauded in the songs they
would not let the orators in plain English say. Abby, with her youth
and beauty and lier sweet, unaffected niamuM-s, won all hearts. There
was a pathos in her voice, high and clear aliove the deep bass and tenor
of her brothers, that brought tears to many eyes. Indeed, their simple
ballads, touching all earthly sorrows, and their glad prophecies of the
good time coming, moved their audiences alternately to smiles and to
tears. The widesi)read influence of the Hutciiinson family in the war
for freedom cannot l)e overestimated."

Another of Aliliy's eontriliutioiis to the press appeared
in the PurflatnJ Tr(i)iscript, and is as follows:, March 7, 1804.

Many Americans have visited Naples this winter with the hojie of
seeing some unusual demonstrations from ^'esuvius, and though Pro-
fessor Palmieri still declares the mountain to be " in a state of erup-
tion," it has not yet reached tlu.' boiling ]Hiint. It is a mere (jni'stion of
time, however, (U- rather of tlie tliickne.-s of the (•ru>t wliich surrounds


tliL' nioltc'ii iiKi>-, « IkiIk'I' it givi's way to-iiiurrow or six iiiuiiths hence.
'I'ljD'-i' WHO iiavr ln-iu up •• tiif i-DiK- " this si-ason givf wiiiidcrful ac-
counts ol' strangL- ruinl)liuy, roaring ami liissiiig sounds coming from
the uioulli ol' tiu' crater. It is as though Macbcth's witches with all
tiicir fraternity were busy stirring the great cauldron to the song of
"bubble, bubble, toil and trouble."

The brilliant color which is now often seen against the white sntoke
of Wsiivitis being a reflection of the flames witiiin, is another proof
that the hre is getting very near the surface. Professor ralmieri has
invented a wonderful electric instrument whicli is constantly en-ru})-
port with the volcano, so that daily communications are telegraphed to
the papers, what movements the great Mountain of Fire is about to
make, or whether it will soon change its base ; the seismograph will
also at the first approach of danger, give timely warning to those
dwelling under the shadow of the mountain, so that they may escape
the horrible fate of those who were lost at I'ompeii and Herculaneuin.

I last wrote you of the carnival. People are now trying to get back
to their usual way of living, but it is a difficult matter to get on a long
face when one has been laughing steadily for a week. One noticeable
fact which strikes Americans as peculiar in Europe, is that here Sun-
day is most religiously kept as a holiday, if kept at all. In many
places, people go about their usual week-day vocations, treating all
days alike, though now it is generally known that by one or another
nation each day of the week is oljserved sacredly. Sunday, by the
Christians; Monday, by the Grecians; Tuesday, l»y the Persians;
AVechiesday, by the Assyrians ; Thursday, by the Egyptians ; Friday,
by the Mohannnedan nations ; Saturday, by the Jews and Seventh-day
IJajitists. Thus, while some hold sacred one day of the week, there are
others who esteem all days alike, and who believe it lawful to do good
on any day.

On the evening of the 22(1 of February, the birthday of Washington
was celebrated by Americans in a manner worthy of the day. Our
American consul, B. 0. Duncan, Esq., with his accomplished wife, both
hospitable and loyal South Carolinians, gave a charming reception at
their pleasant rooms on the Corso Victor Emmanuel. Eleven States
were represented in Mrs. Lippincott (Grace Greenwood) of the Neir
York Times, Col. T. W. Knox, known l)y his contributions to the A>"'
York Tr:hnnp. also by James Cooley Fletcher, the Naples correspond-
ent for the American Register, Paris. The I)ii)lomatic and Consular
Service had their representatives in Mr. Goodenow, of Maine, our late
Cliarge and Consul-General at Coiistantinoiile ; l)y Mr. Oscar Meuni'of-
fre, Consul-General for Switzerland, and by our worthy host. The
guests, after bi'ing presentiMl to the lady of the house, walked to the
library, where hung a fine portrait in oil of Washington, around


whicli the AuKTican colors wctl' graL't'fuUy festooniMl ami all paid respect
to the well-known, genial taee, after whicli conversation became gen-
eral. The entertainment of the evening was enlivened by some really
fine singing by Signora Barilli, who ren<Iered the solo portion of the
" Star-8pangled lianner" in a magnificent style, while, under the
direction of her husband, Signor Barilli, the wliole assembly joined in
tiie chorus.

Professor Barilli is lialf-brother as well as teacher to the Patti
family — Carlo, Adelina and Carlotta. lie is a thorough musician,
and for many 3'ears conducted the Italian o})era in New York,
where he became a naturalized citizen of the United States. Some
other American songs were sung, and then Grace Greenwood, who was
the "bright pai-ticular star" of the evening, recited "Barbara
Frietchie" in thrilling tones, whicli reminiscence of our war brought
with it "tears and love for the boys in blue,"' " love and tears for the
boys in gray," as in that poem \Vhittier lias immortalized Stonewall
Jackson as well as good Dame Barbara. And so we celebrated the an-
niversary of the birth of our first AiiuTican President on this tlie cen-
tennial year of the birth of American Independence. A. II. P.

The poems liere ([uote<l are all from Abln-'s book,
'•A Handful of Pebbles,"" published a few months be-
fore her death.


In a cozy corner, "

Safe and snug and warm.
Lies a little birdling,

Siieltered from the storm.

Little shining fori'liead, '■',".

White and jiure ami fair,
Little wavy tres^ts '

Of bright silken hair.

Little pearly eyelids,

Sha<ling eyes of blue.
Little smiles and dimples,

Little mouth so true.

Little rosy fingers

Iveaching for the light.
Catching at each shadow

Passing out of siglit.

284 TliK lUTiillNSD.V FAMILY

Ami a iiiDtlKT siniiiiiji
Snft ainl li)W ami swci't,
"FatlicT, ki'C'p iiiv darling,
Guiile liis little feet.

"Many steps ami wearv,
In his path may In- :
Lead him gently, Fatlnr.
To his home and Thee."

In a cozy corner.

Safe and snug and warm,

Lies a little birdling,

Sheltered from the storm.

And this cozy corner
Is a mother's heart,

Warm and pure and holy,
Of God's love a i)art.


Oil, welcome me home, my dear daisies and clover.

Give greeting to me ;
Lift uj) your sweet heads and welcome j'our lover

From over the sea.

I love your dear faces, my daisies, my clover,

My long sorrows flee,
As near you in mist of the morning I hover,

Just home from the sea.

My pure, honest daisies, my honey-bee clover.

No welcome can be
More swi'et or im)re warm to a world-weary rover,

Than that yon give me.

When I am sleei)ing, dear daisies and clover,

Will j-()u bend over me,
And say you are glad the long journey is over.

The voyager free?

]\Iy own starry daisies, my pink and white clover,

( >h, will you not know
The long-wi'arieil heart which your fri'sli blossoms cover

Is resting below?


Tlien wt'lcDiiK' nu', daisies and dcw-dripjjing- clover,

As I bend low tJie knee ;
I am sure you must kudw that your old-fashioned lover

Is home from the sea.

As the pel)l)le on the sea,
.So, my love, my love to thee,
Ivinii's its eireles far and free,
Widening throuiih eternity.

A little so)i<,'-, a little story,

A little fame, a little glory,

And man moves f(jr\vard in the race.

To let another fill his place.


*,'h, when the long day's work is done.
And we clasp hand at set of sun,

Loved friends 'we meet,

In concourse sweet,
At e\'en.

So, when for lis has passed away
The last bright hour of earthly day,

Then may we meet.

In converse sweet,
111 Heaven.




" ]f T were a voice, a persuasive voice,

Tliat could travel the wide world tliniugh,

I would fly on the beams of the inoriiing light

And speak to men with a gentle might,
And tell them to be true.

I would fly — I would fly o'er land and sea,

Wherever a human heart might be.

Telling a tale, or singii'g a song,

In praise of tlie right, in blame of the wrong,
If I weie a voice."

As T look l);R'k on a lialf-centuiy and more of service
in s(Mig, the retrospect is at once pleasing and tliought-
coinpelling — li^ppv and sad. I liave tried to be honest
with my readers, but freely as I have invited them into
participation with my j<>vs and sorrows; careful as I
liave been not to place in too favorable a light the acts
of the brotlicrs Avhich have caused criticism, our mis-
takes and delinquencies ; I confess that I have spared
them many pages of details -which might liave been
written, and have assumed that while the great reading
public liad a right to demand tlie full story of the pub-
lic life of the Hutchinsons, many particulars belonging
to tlieir private and domestic history belonged to them
alone. This lias been for us a half-ecntury of earnest,
honest labor for reform as we understood it ; never
lieeding the comments of the press when duty was in-
volved; extending the liand of help to those who were


weaker and iieeckMl it ; piedieiiiiy the dowiifall of slav-
ery and the upl:)uikliiig of huinaiiity ; travelling at all
hours of the day and night, feeding at indifferent
cafes and restino- often at uninvitinof hotels and board-
ing places ; still n[)holding the bainier of e(|ual rights,
with "malice toward none and charity for all."' We
went ho})efully through all crises, ready to utter a sen-
timent or approve a righteous act ; going from town to
town, from city to city, from State to State ; here at a
concert in behalf of the intemperate, tliere at a suffrage
meeting, uttering the sentiments of the Fatherhood of
God and the Brotherhood of ]M;in. In the face of
criticism, bigotry and suspicion the Hutcliinsons boldly
asserted their right to " life, liljcrty and the pursuit of
happiness." Many grateful prayers have ascended to
the Father of all, to watch over them in danger and
bring them to eternal life. Never did our good broth-
ers and sisters forget to mention the Flutchinsons in
their devotions. AVe have often sung together " Thus
far tlie Lord has led us on." Not dependent on a
clique or clan or chureli or organization for our success,
we followed the Yankee plan of taking a little from
every one. As Kev. Dr. William Patton once said of
us, *' The difference between the Hutcliinsons and the
pesky mosquitoes is that they take their fees and then
sing, Avhile the insect first sings his song and then pre-
sents his bill." The bane of our existence was that
amid our desire to do good l)y our sacred and pathetic
songs, we were obliged to depend upon our own efforts
to secure a living. It was my continual and earnest
desire to so shape our finances as to eliminate the cares
and responsil)ilities of gaining a livelihood, that they
might not war against the spirit of free service.

Perhaps it is scarcely necessary to point out that not


only <lming our iOrei^'u tour A\ere we recognized as iu
the strictest sense ■•• Aniericau singers,'' l)Ut tliat during
our long career, Ave were never anything else. It is a
fact, that for a few years l)efore his death, my son
Henry, having a natural desire to try his pcAvers in tlie
operatic Held essayed Italian nnisic, and liis wife, hav-
ing been trained in that school, often sung music of that
character in our entertainments ; but it is also true that
the public turned out en masse to hear our ''old songs,''
and not the ballads and arias of the ordinarj^ concert
platform, Avliich they could hear at any time. It was
Henry's magnificent bass solo in "The People's Ad-
vent" and not his " Femina" that made his reputation.
The experience of over a half-century has convinced me
that what the people want — from the Hutchinsons, at
any rate — is the old songs, sung in the old way. A re-
cent writer expresses himself thus :

" Dvorak, tlie eminent composer and master, who eame to this eoiin-
try a vear or two since to direct Mrs. Tliurber's yreat music school in
New York, soon after his arrival delivered himself of the opinion that
tile real American school of music — which shall sometime be as dis-
tinctive as the German or Italian schools, must consist of compositions
founded upon the negro i)lantatii)U melodies. Musicians who were mis-
chit'vously inclined were led to i)oint out, that if the great nuin re-
ferred to such airs as ' Old Folks at Home,' or ' Massa's in the Cold, Cold
Ground,' Stephen C. Foster was a long way from being an African.
This, however, was hardly fair to Professor Dvorak, for he had been
simply searching fi>r the American folk-song, on which its music of
the future should be founded, as has been the case with the nui>ic of
every people since music began. Foster's songs representt'd tliis fiin-
danu'Utal idea fully as well as 'Turn Back Pharaoh's Army,' 'Swing
T,ow, Sweit Chariot,' or ' Don't Stay Away.' They were simple, singa-
ble, plain melodies, which found a lodgnu'Ut in the menuiry, and took
up their permanent abode. If the great investigator has pursued his
inquiries, he lias by this time found that in the same catalogue with
Foster's melodies and the plantation songs, belonged what an old anti-
slaverv writer was pleased to term in a notice of the Hutchinsons, 'the
maddening second-advent tunes.' And this brings me to say that the


Hutchinsons have been pre-einiiuntly tlie interpreters and dissemina-
tors of tlie American folk-sonir. lov a half-century they have sung
'TheOhl Granite State,' as distinctive a folk-song as was ever written
in any country. By this means tliey have kept alive a ' Millerite ' tune,
which in the days of that great excitement was sung to tlie wonls :

" ' You shall see your Lord a-coiniiig,
You shall see your Lord a-coniiiig,
You shall see your Lord a-comiiig,
In the (lid church yard.
With a baud of music,
Witli a band of music,
With a band of music,
Hear it sounding through the air.

" ' There'll be Gabriel with his trumpet,
There'll be Gabriel with his trumpet.
There'll be Gabriel with his trumpet.
In the old church yard.

With a baud of music,' " etc.

"Jesse Hutchinson was an adept at adaptation, and it is but just that
his service to his contemporaries and to posterity in saving for them
some of the melodies of one of the strangest episodes in the social
and religious history of the country should be recognized. Covert's
'Sword of Bunker Hill,' and 'Jamie's on the Stormy Sea,' the latter
made immortal by Abby Hutchinson's incomparable voice, also deserve
to be classified witli Foster's as among the never-to-l)e-forgotten f(dk-
songs. But the Hutchinsons very early in tlieir career found that the
repertoire of songs of this cliaracter, which the ccuicert-going public was
demanding of them, was limited indeed, and it was tliis fact, doubtless,
that led Jesse to write and adapt so indefatigalily. Very soon, also,
they found that adaptation would not supply the demand, and so every
member of the singing band set at work to supply the deficiency.
Jesse wrote 'The Good Old Days of Yore,' ami Jolm instantly supplied
the music to sing it into immortality. Luty Larcom wrote ' Hannah's
at the ^Vilulow, Binding Shoes,' a perfect theme for a folk-song ; Asa
wedded it to typical music. ' ^frs. Lofty and I' is Judson's best folk-
song ; ' Kind \Vords can Never Die " is Abby's. John has been compos-
ing folk-songs all his days, ' The < dd Friends are the Truest,' and 'The
Blue and the (iraj',' being typical illustrations. Many of his reform
s(jngs will hardly come under the desiginition.

"If we should ignore, then — though nobody will — the services to
the various reforms rendered by the Hutchinsons, the fact will still re-
main that they, more than any other vocalists, fcjr the entire latter
part of the nineteenth century kept singing in the ears and minds and
souls of the American and Englisli public the home songs, the heart


songs, of the Western CDiiiinrnt. This service can no more he disre-
ganled or forgotten than \vi> can overlook antl forget tiie service in ile-
jiieting the home-life ami heart-life of America rendered by Bryant,
Longfellow, Whittier, Lowell, Holmes, and the distinguished galaxy of
novelists whose works have become classic. The genesis of American
music nnist include the Hutchinsons, who were the bards of every
worthy cause in the most thrilling half-centmy m the history of the
Western continent. Freedom never saw its full fruition until America,
type of the higliest civilization in the annals of the time, worked out her
own salvation frmn tlie terrible curse, and made even serfdom impossi-
ble, here or anywliere else. Tiie bards of this grand and awful epoch
wcri' the Hutchinsons, as much as Homer was the bard of Grecian
mythology, or Virgil and Horace of lioman history. ]\Iacaulay has
put in English for us the battle-songs of the classic ages; the Hutchin-
sons never gave utterance to a song that taught men to seek each oth-
er's lives in mortal conflict, but the}' sang the songs of a moral war-
fare, so grandly, so irresistibly, that the logic of the situation meant
war, until the wi-ong was righted. Their courage was the courage of
Elijah, going up single-handed against the priests of Baal, and trusting
in God and the moral sense of a jjcople whose eyes were to be opened
to aid him. It was the courage of Jonah, prophesying against Kine-
vah. When Webster, and Clay, and Callioun compromised, they but
sung the louder the doom of the Institution these blind statesmen were
propjiing up. When Seward and Weed, and even Lincoln hesitated,
and thought to save the Fnion by sparing slavery, they ceased nut to
cry out against it; — and it fell, as tlie walls of Jericho came down
when the people shouted. There is a theorj'^ that every fabric has its
key-note, and that if it can be nuide to vibrate, the structure must fall.
The Hutchinsons soimded the gamut in their efforts to detect the weak-
ness of the despicable oligarchy, and finally settled on one slogan,
"Liberate the Bondman " wliieli was soimded again and again until it
became irresistible. All honor to them ! "

President Cliarle.s Wesley Enier.soii, of the P^merson
College of Oratoiy, lecturing before liis pupils in I^os-
ton on November 17. 1894, used the following illustra-
tion in speaking of "Voice, the Natural Reporter of
the Individual " :

"Many of you have heard of the Hutchinson Family, that family of
beautiful singers wlio advocated lilierty and sang for it. They coidd
sing benevolence on the one hand, and tlie joy of liberty on the other,


as no other singers coukl. AVhcn the argument of a Phillips or a Gar-
rison f;iile(l, the singing of tlie Hutchinson family could melt the
hearts of tlie audience. Into their souls had entered truth, manhood,
love for the human race, and worship for the government of God, — as
opi)osed to the tyranny of men, — and these noble sentiments colored
their voices. I rememher attending a convention wliere grand orators
had been speaking to an audience which was hostile to the cause of
freedom. After the arguments had been made, the Hutchinson family
sang. The audience listened, because there was no heresy in listening
to a song. When they had finished, all present were not only temper-
ance people, and Abolitionists for the time being, but even woman suf-
fragists. Did the great Jolm Hutchinson say, ' Lo ! I will ])Ut benevo-
lence into my tone ' ? No! In Ills heart he loved the hmnan race, and
lived to do it good, and his voice was an xuiconscious reporter of
his life."

The Hutcliiiisniis projected themselves into the con-
cert field so suddenly that they had to learn l)y experi-
ence the wisest method of planning and carrying
through their entei'taiiinients. Jesse and Joshua se-
lected the prograniiiie for our first concert, in the Mil-
ford Baptist Chureh. It consisted of hymns and an-
thems from Kingslev's '• Scu'ial Choir," and of popular
songs. Ahby and IJlioda sang the duct, " Ava Sanctis-
sima," and we all sang a glee "Have you seen my
Flora pass this way? " We later had all our selections
with us, Avords and music, for a while, and I Avas kept
l)usy distributing nuisic. Asa Avas the programme
maker; Judson, Abhy and I did the solo Avork. In tlie
course of time Ave found that Ave AAere distracted l)y
looking at the music, and so committed all to memory
and siuig Avithout notes, except when it happened
that a ncAV piece Avas sung, Avith Avhich Ave Avere not
familiar. It Avas many years l)efore Asa sung solos, but
finally he composed " To[)sy Never Avas Born,'' and
sung it. After that he always sang solos. "• Topsy "
Avas of course suggested l)y " Uncle Tom's Cabin." I
rememl)er that at one time l)efore the Avar Ave sanijf it in


Alexiuidiia. A'u. Tlie ^\(tl■(ls were by Eliza Cook. Tlie
fasliioiiiil)le Southern audience listened with anuibe-
ment to the tirst verses :

" Tojisy iieber was born.

XebcT had a iikxKt ;
'Specs I grownl, a niu'^'i' brat,

Just liki' any ndcr.
Wliij) mv till till- bluoil ])()urs down,

Ok' .Missc's usimI to do it ;
She said slu-M cut my heart right out,

But neber could get to it :
Got no heart, I don't belieb,

Niggers do without 'em ;
Xevur hoard of God or lovf,

So can't tell much about 'vm.

" This is Topsy's savage song,
To]isy, cute and clever ;
Hurrah! then, for the white man's right!
Slavery forever .'

" I 'spects I"se ^■ery wicki'd,

That's just what I am ;
<>n'y just give me a chance,

Won't I raise (>le Sam !
'Taint no use in being good,

Cos' I'se black, _\(iu see;
I neber cared for nothiu' yet,

And nothin' cares for me.
Ha! ha! lui ! Miss Feely's liand

Dull know how to grip me ;
Neber likes to do no work.

And won't, widout they whii) me."

"Tliis is Topsy's savage song,
Tojisy, cute and clever ;
Hurrah! tlien, for the white man's right!
Slavery forever !

" Don't you die, ^liss Evy,
Else I go deat too ;
I knows I'se wicked, but I'll try,
And be all good to j/oii.


Ymi have taiiglit me better things,

Thougli I'se nigger skin;
You Iiave fomul j)iiur Tojisy's lieart,

Siiiti' of all its sin.
Don't vou (lie, Miss Evv, dear,

l',l>f I go deat too ;
Though Vse Mack, I'sc sure that God,

Will let nie go with }'ou.

" This is Topsy's human song,
Indcr love's iMideavor;
Hurrah! then, for the white ehild's work!
Hutnanlti/ forever !

The dialect pleased our pro-slavery audience, but
soon those present began to I'ealize that there was no
fun in the moral sentiment of the song, and as Ave
sang the last verse, they l)egan to grow serious, a
sliadow passed over them and we inwardly said, '• Ah,
there's where the tiling bites!" Tliey looked at one
another scornfully, and at the close of the concert took
their departure witliout ceremony. Gangs of men
seemed to linger around tlie door, but no violence was
offered. Instead, the town clerk came and demanded a
license fee. Tliis was a favorite metliod Avith our pro-
shxA'ery friends of retaliation upon us for our anti-shiA'cry

For a numlK-r of years in tlie early history of our
concerts A\'e did not use printed progrannnes, l)ut each
song AA'as announced.

We tried to do our j'elicarsing early in the daA'.
Sometimes calling friends delayed us until after dinner.
At al)out nine o'clock Ave Avould giA'e an lioni' or t^'o to
practising. "VVlien Ave Avere so engaged, 1 never Avas
quite satisfied. Spero Dwliora — ""We liope for lietter

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