by (Francis) Bret(t) Harte (1839 - 1902)
I reside at Table Mountain, and my name...
Language: English
I reside at Table Mountain, and my name is Truthful James; I am not up to small deceit, or any sinful games; And I'll tell in simple language what I know about the row That broke up our Society upon the Stanislow. But first I would remark, that it is not a proper plan For any scientific gent to whale his fellow-man, And, if a member don't agree with his peculiar whim, To lay for that same member for to "put a head" on him. Now nothing could be finer or more beautiful to see Than the first six months' proceedings of that same Society, Till Brown of Calaveras brought a lot of fossil bones That he found within a tunnel near the tenement of Jones. Then Brown he read a paper, and he reconstructed there, From those same bones, an animal that was extremely rare; And Jones then asked the Chair for a suspension of the rules, Till he could prove that those same bones was one of his lost mules. Then Brown he smiled a bitter smile, and said he was at fault, It seemed he had been trespassing on Jones's family vault; He was a most sarcastic man, this quiet Mr. Brown, And on several occasions he had cleaned out the town. Now I hold it is not decent for a scientific gent To say another is an ass, - at least, to all intent; Nor should the individual who happens to be meant Reply by heaving rocks at him, to any great extent. Then Abner Dean of Angel's raised a point of order, when A chunk of old red sandstone took him in the abdomen, And he smiled a kind of sickly smile, and curled up on the floor, And the subsequent proceedings interested him no more. For, in less time than I write it, every member did engage In a warfare with the remnants of the palaeozoic age; And the way they heaved those fossils in their anger was a sin, Till the skull of an old mammoth caved the head of Thompson in. And this is all I have to say of these improper games, For I live at Table Mountain, and my name is Truthful James; And I've told in simple language what I knew about the row That broke up our Society upon the Stanislow.
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- by (Francis) Bret(t) Harte (1839 - 1902), "Plain Language from Truthful James", appears in Poems, first published 1871 [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Gary Bachlund (b. 1947), "Plain Language from Truthful James", 2005 [ baritone and piano ], from Harte Songs, no. 3 [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Francis Boott (1813 - 1904), "The heathen Chinee", published 1870 [ voice and piano ], from Six Songs, no. 1, Boston : O. Ditson [sung text not yet checked]
- by M. Keller , "The heathen Chinee", published 1871 [sung text not yet checked]
- by Charles Towner , "The heathen Chinee", published 1870 [ voice, SATB chorus, and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
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