When the scrapbook gave out he gave out." I took it as merely the spleen of a rival composer.

But many years after in Vienna I heard a concert given over exclusively to the performance of certain posthumous manuscripts of Schubert.

Among the rest were selections from an unfinished opera--"Rosemonde," I think it was called--in which the whole rhythm and movements and parts of the score of Old Folks at Home were the feature.
It was something to have grown up contemporary, as it were, with these songs.

Many of them were written in the old Rowan homestead, just outside of Bardstown, Ky., where Louis Philippe lived and taught, and for a season Talleyrand made his abode.

The Rowans were notable people.
John Rowan, the elder, head of the house, was a famous lawyer, who divided oratorical honors with Henry Clay, and like Clay, was a Senator in Congress; his son, "young John," as he was called, Stephen Foster's pal, went as minister to Naples, and fought duels, and was as Bob Acres wanted to be, "a devil of a fellow." He once told me he had been intimate with Thackeray when they were wild young men in Paris, and that they had both of them known the woman whom Thackeray had taken for the original of Becky Sharp.
The Foster songs quite captivated my boyhood.