Monthly Archives: December 2012

Woe for the Powells

Lewis Powell as an infant with his mother Patience. From Betty Ownsbey's Alias Paine.

Lewis Powell as an infant with his mother Patience. From Betty Ownsbey’s Alias Paine.

After the events of April 14th, 1865, there were many ramifications for those related to the conspirators.  I’ve often highlighted the hardships of the Booth family in dealing with John Wilkes’ horrible act.  The fact that Edwin Booth managed to continue his successful theatrical career after such a tragedy demonstrates the power of his acting ability.  He gives a wonderful foil to his brother and his many years after in the spotlight allows us to really study his brother’s effect on his and his family’s life.  For the families of the other conspirators, however, such a study is not possible.  Edwin Booth was a newsworthy individual and the historical record speaks volumes about him.  The other families affected all too often just faded  away into obscurity.  Therefore, I find this brief newspaper article regarding the Powell family’s grief to be quite poignant.  After their son Lewis attacked Secretary of State Seward and his household, the Powells carried a similiar stigma as the Booth family.  Just because history did not fervently document their struggles with their kin’s actions does not make their suffering any less real.

Woe for the Powells New York Herald 8-2-1865

References:
Alias “Paine” by Betty Ownsbey
New York Herald – August 2, 1865
Lewis Payne – Pawn of John Wilkes Booth by Leon Prior

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A Boothie Carol

During this holiday month, I am hoping to post a few of my “Boothie” Carols.  I hope you enjoy these revised Christmas carols as the harmless bit of humor that they were intended to be.

This first one is called, “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Play”.  I’ve embedded a YouTube video of the original song in case you feel like singing along with the new lyrics. 🙂

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It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Play

As sung to, “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year”

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It’s the most wonderful time of the play.

With the stage almost empty,

And laughter a plenty,

Plus I’ve barred the way.

It’s the most wonderful time of the play.

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It’s the slap-happiest whimsy of all.

When their foreign born cousin,

A bane there in London,

Let’s loose his guffaw.

It’s the slap-happiest whimsy of all.

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There’ll be noise for suppressing,

The sound of my threshing,

In case someone puts up a fight.

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There’ll be shock and confusion,

A sense of delusion,

As Lincoln goes out like a light.

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It’s the most wonderful time of the play.

There’ll be much adoration,

As I save the nation,

A tyrant, I slay.

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It’s the most wonderful time.

Yes, the most wonderful time.

Oh the most wonderful time,

Of the play!

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