He was recalled time and again, each time with an increase in the furore.

The audience would have staid there all night to listen to him sing that one song.

Poor fellow, he only went home to die.

An attack of pneumonia carried him off within a fortnight after we separated at Annapolis.
The Glee Club had several songs which they rendered in regular negro minstrel style, and in a way that was irresistibly ludicrous.

One of their favorites was "Billy Patterson." All standing up in a ring, the tenors would lead off: "I saw an old man go riding by," and the baritones, flinging themselves around with the looseness of Christy's Minstrels, in a "break down," would reply: "Don't tell me! Don't tell me!" Then the tenors would resume: "Says I, Ole man, your horse'll die." Then the baritones, with an air of exaggerated interest; "A-ha-a-a, Billy Patterson!" Tenors: "For.