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HENRY W. SAGE
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The Quaker poets of Great
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THE
Quaker Poets
OF
BY
"A Drbam
of the Gironde,"
"The Poet
etc., etc.
in
May,'
LONDON
1896.
CORK'
Ks^o^^i
TO
Dr.
THOMAS HODGKIN.
Historian, Critic, and
Not
as the distinguished
whose verse
to
have
of
found
the
nearest
I
approach
my
ideal
Quaker Poetry,
dedicate this
Book.
PREFACE.
T DESIRE
-*-
to
express
my
volume
to
and Appendix,"
William
Andrews'
" North
Country Poets
"
and
"
Modern
and
to
many
other books
I also
numerous
to
mention by name.
to all those
my
and
grateful thanks
Friends
who have
generously supphed
me
The
number
of
good
my
Mary
Ellis,
Sewell,
Thomas
Letchworth,
will at
Paul
Moon
I
James, Sarah
once
have
taken
every
all
possible
precaution
with
regard
to
copyright,
having in
cases
where
practicable
consulted
Should
I,
however, have
CONTENTS.
Rise of Society, etc.
1
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Adams, Jessie Baker, Gulielma A. Wheeler Ball, William Barber, William the Elder Barton, Bernard
BiNNS,
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h
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24 32
36
Henry
Be ALE, James
Beck,
Mary Elizabeth
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43
Bigg, Louisa
Bird, Robert
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Bockett, Elias
Bdwden, Hannah Brereton, John le Gay Capper, Elizabeth Naish Crewdson, Jane Crowley, Elfrida Mary Crowley, Dorothy Ellwood, Thomas Fox, Sarah Hustler Fox, Robert Barclay Goouch, Benjamin
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66 68 71
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82
86 90
,
95 98
Harvey, Hannah L. Harvey, T. Newenham Hodgkin, Thomas Holt, David Howitt, Mary Howitt, William Howitt, Richard HuNTON, Thomas Hurnard, James
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141
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153
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CONTENTS.
160
KiTCHiNG, William
163
167
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Thomas
173
179 185
187
Lloyd, Charles
Lucas, Elizabeth
Manners, Mary C. Marriott, John Mollineux, Mary Opie, Amelia Pearson, Ellen Clare
Prideaux, Fanny A. Purver, Anthony
227
231
Richardson, James Nicholson Rickman, Thomas Clio RuTTBR, Richard Ball Scott, John of Amwell Shackleton, Lydia Squire, Lovell
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234 237
240 246
247
249
Sturge, Matilda
253
256
261
266
276 279
Waring, Anna Letitia Watson, Robert Spence Webb, Deborah Westcombe, Anna Louisa
283
289
294
298 302
308
WiGHAM, Hannah Maria Wilkinson, Thomas Wilson, James H. Wrighj-, Thomas Henry
316
BRIEF SKETCH OF TPIE RISE OF THE SOCIETY OF FRIENDS, AND CHARACTERISTICS OF ITS POETRY.
JAMES ROUTLEDGE
the birth
of Quakerism
"The Two
Fox one
now be
found to gainsay.
ians
early Christ-
Suffering as
great,
on a larger
scale), there
;
had
but I do
not
know any
men
once so basely
ill-treated,
and so
by acknowledged
sinners.
torture of
false-
hood which pursued those brave women to the which they knew would follow them, and stigmatise
long after the grave was closed upon them."
and
names
or Sewel's
QUAKER POETS
OB'
of these statements.
the churches had grown into the habit of teaching the spiritual,
truths of
God
away the
who
image
He
with what Herbert Spencer calls " the current mythology of the
day,'' full
message spread
like flame in
dry grass.
To
had burned
sleeping
spirits,
and
their
empty
groping,
the
fire
God
crept,
in
1624
name was
Christopher) his
mother was
him
with those large, clear eyes we see in his portraits, and deciding
in
his
child's
heart
that
he would do
differently
when he
and wanton
home.
As he grew
many
made
man who
dealt also in
wool and
cattle.
tells
us very quaintly
how he
* Fox's Journal.
at a Fair, his
much
table,
spirit
ale.
his pocket,
he
laid
it
on the
;
and
of
them
the
God was
calling to
him
again, as
it
had
called to
him
be
him
to
now
love
it
seemed
of
to bid
him
forsake
all,
and be a stranger
for the
of truth.
commands
that
The youth had not then learned that the God are spiritual laws, and for the spirit and
;
may be
free,
and
in the
Father.
his
He
therefore
took the
command
and
left
parents and
friends,
wandering about
in great trouble of
and professor
but we
their advice to
One
priest to
whom
he tried to
him
and sing
remaining out
all night,
sleeping
Bible.
hollow
trees,
came
to him,
and he grew
to recognise the
doubts
still
assailed him,
for a time, yet he never again lost the faith that Christ,
and
human
nothing in
common
directly revealed
in
he began to preach to
others,
lay
down
their lives
rather than yield to what they believed was treason against God.
God made
and
if
quiet of a pure
and peaceful
thus
life,
Spirit,
who
immediately
(not
mediately
From
all
The
perfect
which, however
much
of a truism
it
was a
startling doctrine
the anointing of
by Christ himself,
human
appointoath-
ment
all
war, fighting,
and
taking,
to
go
manners,
the refusal
festivals
all
and
God,
these things sprang from their belief in the Inner Light, the capacity of the soul to receive messages direct from
if
to enter.
kept perfectly pure and quiet waiting for His Inspiration The Quaker attitude towards the Scriptures is clearly
shown
in
Margaret
Fell's
account of the
:
first
"
The
words,
and
Christ's
and the
apostles' words,
and
came
them
this
forth.
;
You will
walked
but
and hast
is it
inwardly from
this
it
follows that
belief,
thus an honourable
exception to nearly
all
sects
and
saints.
They
spirit,
thought, word, and action, that they dared not judge another's
to
whom
receive.
It also follows
art,
from
this
may make
known.
God
reveals
and
life,
and although
may, through
is
man's
imperfect
truth
sight,
is
appear
to
clash,
it
only
an
appearance;
God,
and
cannot
be
contradictory.
as
who has
realised,
George
fear that
Fox
he knows that as
that
or
life,
or
merely the
so no probing of our
Deity, call
it
God,
fairest,
wildest
and
Penn,
Robert
Barclay,
and
talent.
joined the
death,
Friends
numbered such a
dream of the conversion of the whole world to the knowledge of, and guidance by, the Inner Light in each spirit, seemed
likely to
be
realised.
Then
the breadth of
hood, and the ardent enthusiasm of its founders, seem for awhile
to have forsaken the Society of Friends,
and
they, too,
lit
their
Quakerism seemed
an exhausted torch
now
springing
up a new
life,
new hope,
is
of more importance,
in spiritual energy
and
spiritual faith.
Always occupying an
place
among philanthropists. Friends are now many political questions, and the leaven
is
shown
opium,
slavery,
and
all all
The
various
Book
life
on the
spirit,
and
is
Quaker teaching.
rise
Having thus
briefly
glanced at the
and growth
and
of the
how
is
beautiful
spiritual
were
doctrines
and
practice,
it
little
disappointing not to
its
singers are
no sweeter than
others,
sing,
though with
in
them.
be found
;
but they
and scattered
radiance of a
summer noon on
The
reasons for this are not far to seek, I think, and the
is
chief cause
:
medium every poet, every artist, every how different is his realised work from
from
his
knows
well
his unrealised
dream,
ideal
poem,
picture,
or sonata,
difficult
our revelation.
Who
vision of the
listens until
write,
what voice
being and
as
could utter, the rapture that floods the patient spirit which, having thrown open
all
its
pure
the
symboUcal
lily
of the vale,
and
King of Glory
with
hell,
comes
in,
the
God communes,
to
spirit,
his
nor
is
God
and Love
is
everything.
Is
it
possible
when
the
can
rise
up and
indite a
poem
is
There
another cause
also,
and
that
is
the instinctive
creed or doctrine
and only
poetry,
their
'
so, as far as
truth too.
it is,
verse
as,
is
not poetry
living
but Friends
now
I trust,
it,
spirit,
and sweet
difference,
is all
hope
to
win
letters.
But evolution
is
universal law,
and as
spirit
and
intellect brighten
will
I'
and broaden,
:
symbols
the
future will,
venture to prophesy, be no
;
reflected, a
who
lips
sing continually
which
will give
Even
as
it
is,
in
its
perfect peace
God.
Whittier
and
truth,
and
English and Irish poets included in this volume have done the
same
in
a lesser degree
the
done
The aim
itself
Quaker poet
divine
the
manifestation.
sion,
be
laid before
us
motive, but with a clearer judgment and larger vision than even
he possessed.
The
characteristics
not to
tread,
or even
look in passing,
at evil ones,
and a
because
human
fact,
passion,
whether
for
good or
evil
man
would, had
is
it
been
fully realised,
have prevented
this.
If the light
there,
fear
and action of
and
shed the
light
upon them
An
spirit, to
if
not in this
being a portion of
God
and
if
God
is
human
souls
forth ?
The
each and
come!"
He
them
falling
in
their
everyday
life.
He
this
Quaker poet
will do,
and be;
and perhaps he may even now be walking amongst us, seeing what we see, but how differently hearing what we hear, but with
;
what added overtones, and writing that " Divine Comedy," and
" Paradise Regained " of the future, which shall be the prelude
JESSIE ADAMS.
THIS talented
her
father
settled
young
at
writer
was born
at Ipswich, in 1863,
and educated
private
schools,
partly
there,
and
at
removed
near
in 1878.
In i88g
first
with
at
his
family
London,
Tottenham, afterwards
In 1892, Jessie
still
reside.
Adams
A good
little
Boys and
Girls,"
This
volume was
received with
will give
much
and
is
us
Tom,
more
Jun.
much charming
verse of a
serious character.
A New
And mark my
With
"Psalm of a Wanderer.''
it is
unblest to wander.
lot
homeless
Whom
The
bliss
must deny
I.
Who, for my portion, take the woods and valleys. The fresh, sweet pastures and the pleasant shade. The countless buds in Spring's celestial chalice. The midnight skies with diamond stars inlaid,
The golden
harvest-field
and
leafy glade.
JESSIE ADAMS.
In unsubstantial dreams
man seeks his pleasure, Then mourns the broken idol of his thought ask my Maker but for light and leisure,
And
The charms
And May
As
That cheers
it
my
it
blest.
accord with
beautiful
and holy
So runs
my
my
hopes confessed.
When
Aunt
''
A most tremendous
He
fast.
my
head.
At every word he
If
said.
any fun
is
going on.
will
The Captain
be in
it.
his ears
And
say, "
Be
still
this minute.''
I don't
Can
never
And
Like grown up
and boys.
The
we
Can't quite
make
to
And was
he kind
do the
things,
He
That
must never
fight.
my
left ear,
To
turn to
him the
right.
me how
He fought
He
And mashed
Did no one
It's
say, "
My
little
?
boy,
"
naughty to do that
Why
is it
For
little
it
boys and
girls
It isn't as
ought to be
idea and Pearl's).
(That's
my
when
she's so tired.
quite.
That she
forgets
them
JESSIE ADAMS.
They must
I'd say as
soon as wink.
Or asks them nine times Or makes them write their Ten times upon a slate.
eight.
old mistakes
GULIELMA
A.
WHEELER BAKER.
at
THIS
in
gifted
Edgbaston, Birmingham,
Dymond's school
at
Berkhamp-
of Birmingham,
and
collected
and printed
for private
title
under the
of
of
The Consecration
and
all
many
them very
beautiful,
of
them
for
and bright
remarkable.
culture
Kings
viii.
2 Chron.
vi.
on Moriah's
summit shone,
The
glorious
House
of the
Holy One
dwelt.
:
And
Lord,
God
of Israel,
who
reignest above,
Peerless in justice
and
perfect in love,
in
God
of
my
fathers,
who walked
I
Look on
the house
have
built
And when
GULIELMA
A.
WHEELER BAKER.
dwelling-place high,
And
If
hearing,
oh Father,
forgive
man,
to
whom
evil
Yet repent of
and Thee,
And
hoping
for grace to
Thy
If his prayer
from
this
temple
Then
hear
And
hearing,
If Israel
art)
Her dependence
And
from
this
And
If
hearing,
oh Father, forgive
Thy
Or
from
their sin
And
their prayer
from
this
And
If
hearing,
oh
Father, forgive
we
sin
(and
Thou knowest we
And
The Jew
bond or the
free.
Who
e'er
may
If their prayer
from
this
And
hearing,
oh Father, forgive
l6
And
now, oh
Thou God
of Salvation, appear
;
Oh
Let
priests
make it Thy rest, in the robe of Thy glory be drest, Thou hast saved in Thy fathomless
in'
love
light
from above.
Thee.
being ended.
And
shout
That
their joy is in
his prayer
On And loud
"
Oh
praise ye
Jehovah
eternally praise.
Thou
hast seen
how
trace
where Thine
altars
were laid
The
glories of
Moses
And our Monarch, Thy Jesus, has taught us to say When prayer thro' His Spirit is borne toward the sky.
Then hear Thou from Heaven Thy
,
dwelling-place high.
And
hearing,
oh Father,
forgive
WILLIAM BALL.
WILLIAM
had
child,
BALL
several
was
born
in
January,
1801,
at
generations.
his
He
an
was a delicate
of
inheriting
from
mother
earlier
affection
the
heart
in
which darkened
special
his
years,
by that
ways
to
mother and
eldest
sister,
who
strove
in
smooth the
trials
incidental to
of
Militia.
entered freely
into
society,
and
and
was
he
finally
left
Yeovil,
and
he
in
1828,
admitted as a
solicitor.
The same
year
commenced
sister
Dr.
Gawen
Ball,
and
as his father
and unmarried
tlie
had
removed
In
there,
home-circle.
1834, he
married
fortunate
Anne
in
Dale,
and seems
such a
to
have been
exceptionally
gaining
wife.
Although
universally
won
the hearts of
all
with
whom
kindliness
and sympathy.
in
ended
in
and
life
seemed
to
him a long
l8
funeral procession.
and Anne
Bristol.
Durdham Down,
and by a
succession
of
alterations
made
it
into
their
well-known
daughter.
Lady Richardson,
Nab
Cottage, by
much time
health
to
much
time,
Ross-shire, he
July,
1878,
when he
out on a short
On
became
when he
He
or,
published in
1825
"Nugse
Crowning of Living
or Lyrics," and in
British Poetesses,'' in
"Hymns
Departed."
The
Balls
and
witty
others,
hostess
and the
be lovingly
He
felt
often a physical
WILLIAM BALL.
heart,
and
From
of verse, and his solitary hours were busily occupied with study
and composition.
is
Many
of his
poems
it
him
this
in the
Annual Monitor,
is
1879,
sketch
moment
to
his friends,
and bubbling
drollery.
and
made
jeux
He
in 1846.
From
Nug^ Sacr
There
That
is
or. Psalms,
Spiritual Songs."
a pure and tranquil wave,
rolls
love.
And on
The
this desert
world descend
to stray
;
and nigh
to sink
Beneath
There, O my soul, do thou repair And hover o'er the hallowed spring, To drink the crystal wave, and there To lave thy wearied wing
!
toil,
and
strife,
may be that the breath of love Some leaves on their pure tide have
Have
So
floated
driven.
shall thy
By
So thy parched
be unsealed
!
Thy
Thomas Clarkson.
A GREAT
By
man
falls this
day,
;
Of proud
oppression's reign.
He Who
When Wrong
clung to Right
unmoved
to
whom
to
'twas given
;
prevail'd, the
combat
renew
The
Fills Earth's
warrior's blazonry
;
Or
Time,
His record
on
high.
A
Not
nation's
work of love
deeds to
Fame
WILLIAM BALL.
Alone, but to repeat them and to prove
Herself worthy his name.
21
A
And
name
proclaims abroad
and
for
How
one
just
man may
serve
stablish Right
By
faith that
works
God
O'
Yea
>H
Thy
love
in the
feehng
my
heart's refresht,
My
soul's rejoyc'd
Thy power is great, thy mercy great also, r th' sence thereof, my cup doth overflow. For clearly in the light, it may be seen, How loving and how gracious thou hast been. To me poor worm who hath been in distress. And sorrow great my tongue must needs confess
;
Yea though the enemy did me sore oppress, Through strong assaults, and batteries no less.
Then didst thou in thy love, to me appear, Which did rejoyce my heart, thy seed didst chear, Thy lovely presence did my soul rejoice, Exceeding much, when I did hear thy voice.
Which draws me forth, thy goodness to Thy love and bounty (Lord how great
;
declare
they are.)
;
Oh
is
me
in thy truth,
make me
to
walk
In thy pure
life,
in the talk.
For being
my God
feel in
doth
flow.
i'
th' silence
pure do
it.
sit.
do
23
And when
that
life
do speak,
doth break.
Now
Thou
Yea doubtless those that to the end endure. The crown of life to wear they will be sure. And though with trials great we meet with here,
Both inward and without, we need not
But God
his fear
lambs
will in his
bosom
do
bear.
Yea those
Such
live,
to thy
name, do
my
Yea
doth spring.
From my house
1663.
BERNARD BARTON.
BERNARD BARTON
31st,
was born
quiet
to
at Carlisle
on January
intensely
1784.
His seems
plodding,
yet
independent nature,
greatgrandfather,
patriarchal
a fine simple
of which
at
^2
15s.
Yet
this
live,
but provided
money
chief contributor
in
building
left
Cheshire
Quakeress.
sisters
;
Three of
of
their children
one
at Ipswich,
and
at the
age of fourteen
in
Samuel Jesup,
at Halstead,
Essex;
Lucy of
his poenis,
is
still
who
after-
living at
latest
Croydon
and
Edward
Verrall
Lucas,
his
Bernard
book,
Barton's
biographer,
having dedicated
"Bernard
Barton
After his wife's death he tired of the place, which recalled his
lost happiness,
in the family of
Mr.
Here he became
BERNARD BARTON.
25
Bank.
For
forty
on
as a
bank
But
his active
mind found
vent in a long
-series
varied correspondence.
men
of
his
day eminent
and philanthropy.
Among
his
and
if
than
his
work
in the
which
I think, feel
disappointed
warm handshake,
he has drawn us
a
;
man
eminently genial
;
gentle,
he talks
brown
hair,
and a rich
ness of tone.''
''
must have
flashed,
one would
the quiet
humour which was so strong a characteristic of young Quaker, when Hogg, the Ettrick Shepherd,
to
had addressed
asked him, in
him,
London managers
produced there
in
getting
a tragedy
Hogg had
written
in
;"
in
26
1817,
"The Triumph
of the Orwell
;"
in 1818, "
;" in
The
Convict's
in
1820,
"A Day
and
Illustrative Verses,
;"
in
1824, "
Vigils;" in
tional
"A
"Devo-
Verses;"
in
1827,
"A
Widow's
Tale,
and Other
Poems;"
in 1845,
1828,
"A New
Year's Eve,
"Household Verses."
and many introductory and valedictory and albums.
a land
Bernard Barton
is
a land of quaint
sleepy villages
church towers
bounded
and
by the
sea,
at
his Suffolk
home, February
in the
igth,
Friends'
burial
ground
at
Woodbridge.
mountains.
The dazzling glaciers, and the musical sound Of waves and winds, or softer gush of fountains
BERNARD BARTON.
Sublime delight
;
27
Of this small globe be the sole nurse and mother Of knowledge and of feeling ? Look around
!
differs
from another;
human
brother
Was this world, then, the parent and the nurse Of him whose mental eye outlived the sight Of all its beauties ? Him who sang the curse
Of that forbidden fruit, which did invite Our first progenitors, whom that foul sprite.
In serpent form, seduced from innocence.
By
Evil
Should be
by diviner sense
They plucked, and paid the awful penalty Of disobedience yet man will not learn
:
To be content with knowledge that is free To all. There are, whose soaring spirits
At humble
lore,
spurn
and,
still
insatiate, turn
;
to forbidden springs
quaffed, their
bosoms burn
brings.
Which
shadowy glory
bliss,
while new;
fair.
in air.
And
and bare
As Alpine summits
it
remains to try
The hopeless task (of which themselves despair) Of bringing back those feelings, now gone by. By making their own dreams the code of all society.
28
And
Of hopes,
In stoic apathy, or
And
thus hath
many
Which, had
religion nourished
it,
still
might
Have shone
When
Ere
it
prove too
late,
The
Her
heights thy
muse has
be
loveliest, or
The
As
river of
immortal
for
all.
life
flows free
!
For thee
it
in
Oh
by,
rolls
murmuring
and thou
shalt see
Nothing
Whom
faith in
God
Drab Bonnets.
They may
la
Grecque
la
Frangoise
or what
on
They may
Yet
to
tresses
skill
my
drab bonnet
it it
bears
But, beneath,
Then let fashion exult in her vapid vagaries, From her fascinations my favourite is free Be folly's the head-gear that momently varies.
But a Bonnet of drab
is
Though
throwing
29
BERNARD BARTON.
Its feathery flashes
Though
With
Yet
still
tasty
its
Than
It
is,
many
a gaze
and
will be,
Around which my fancy delightedly plays And it well suits my muse with a garland to wreathe And echo its praises with gratefullest glee,
For,
it.
it.
The Bonnet
Full
many
a rare
gem
round
it its
sheen
And many
And
well
a floweret,
life,
its
beauties unvaunted.
Springs to
sheds
its
do
know
Arrayed
coxcombs
reprove.
Forms
as fair as e'er
rose on a
And
This
I
felt
feeling,
A recreant
If
my
heart-felt
The Bonnet
I
have basked
in the blaze of
Have
and
rare.
bear.
Yet acknowledging this which I can do sincerely, Far the highest enjoyment this bosom e'er knew.
The glance which it treasures most fondly, most dearly. Beamed from under a Bonnet of drab-coloured hue.
'Twas
my
pleasure,
my pride
!
it is
past,
o'er the
30
loveliness lives,
its
remembrance
is still
is
cherished,
And
beauteous to
me
The
Spiritual Law.
shine.
shall bring
it
down
to earth
know
its
worth.
Which has no
ark.
No
dove to bring
At home,
That word
is
at
home.
O
Turn
seek
there.
devoted
will
Watch unto
prayer.
And
in the
power of
Stream.
its
margin browse
bounty feeds
it
The
Gently
it
murmurs by
The
BERNARD BARTON.
Of
dirge-like melody,
as
its
own.
More
By
gaily
now
it
sweeps
And
HENRY
BINNS.
A
Evans
YOUNG
May
14th,
and
is
the son
of Richard and
at
Elizabeth
Bryan Binns.
schools,
He
was educated
Christchurch
and Hitchin
and
Isaac
Sharp
Henry
spirit
Binns
its
is
in
highest
with so
many
as
ardent souls
since
Edward Carpenter
in
set the
example, to get back to the land, and labour with the hands
as
well
the
brain.
it
He
No
it
is
engaged he
fruit-culture
at
present,
which as
developes,
believes will
be
of a
co-operative
character.
I
training
is
young
poet.
believe
honestly and
earnestly
at
anything,
having
one's
am
the influences of
and the
soul
of the poet
it
is
peculiarly
open to
all
weaves
food
into
its
much
and
as a plant-root absorbs
its
from
a
environment,
or
lily.
transforms
that
food
Henry Binns has of course been much influenced by Tennyson and Browning, but far more so by William Morris and Walt Whitman, those large-hearted fieryrose
section
of our
advancing
HENRY
His
first
BINNS.
33
published
poem appeared
and
others,
January,
poems
in that journal
At present those
there are
interested
in
the
and
many
Arbitrator,
papers.
Co-operative
News,
and
magazines
and
half
His verse
burning,
aspiration
is
full
of aspiration
and
revolt,
in
and
is
inarticulate at times,
he cannot speak
rise
suitable
his
is
words the
;
to
lips
but the
and the
ideas, but
in
to sing
art,
;
an audible voice
although to him, his songs spring from his soul at one breath
but has to painfully reproduce them for the world of men, and our poet has not yet learned his craft perfectly, but
it,
feels after
and
will find
it
because he
is
in earnest,
and a genuine
poet,
The Searcher
(from The City).
The
artist
And
I fulfil
my
life.
every nerve
strength,
is
mine.
34
Oh
hearts,
whose flower
unfurls,
And
stars.
Oh
childhood hath
Eden
of delight.
blest
Youth hath
its
And manhood
Its service to
hath
its
quest.
accomplish
eage foregone.
And
Evaded
all
Too
How
The
Could
and recompense
ever-far ideal of
my
youth,
Desired with
thirst intense ?
For Fame
count
my
and grand,
My
Fourth Sonnet.
(from Democracy and Song).
This
is
That
this its
home,
An
This
To whom
is
due
Is tenderly near,
by the
frost
35
HENRY
BINNS.
A land
hum
A land
of deeds, to
whom
Of new
On
All
joy
as
is
Salisbury Plain.
all
praise,
and
desire
is
prayer
And
we pray we grow, and praise is new life ever They are the meat and drink of the angel-soul, the Son
the wonderful God.
of
(hst
Turn
at
the
touch of fear
my
eyes to
my
soul,
and
that
these, "
Our
The
hills
and the
I love,
larks,
roses,
and
and
that ever
come
And
and cannot
And
of
all earth's
beautiful visions
of God.
JAMES BEALE.
THIS unique
pictures
and fragments of
of ideal
From
felt
his early
youth
and music.
his studies,
still
Of
to
late
to give
sight.
up
some
extent,
on account of weak
gift
He
one
resides in Cork.
He
;
has the
of presenting
phrase,
The
his
poems
mere
all
recall
the Greek
it
is
its
God who
inspires
it.
DEMfiTER.
Not
in the
all
Dwells
summer storm
arise.
But
in thy tones,
which evermore
O, sigh-swept charm
soft as the circling
arm
Of Of
Cypris, in her
fruit,
dream
Flower,
Earth's large
murmur
all
fill
JAMES EEALE.
37
With Beauty
Uttering
full
is
ever heard
And
Aphrodite.
and steep
all
Foam-born,
fair lea
infinite,
Exultant.
Shall God-like
men
;
me my delight
stirs
new
ecstacy
Among
who evermore
cloudland, charioteers
this lore
until I
brought
Of
laugh around
this
shore
all their years.
And
men
sigh through
Antigone.
The
Now
;
a pitiless fate
On
Draws me towards yonder weird and darksome cave the dim mountain side where steps of rnen
shepherds,
Of wandering
Guiding
their not,
homeward
to the fold
weary flocks
at even-tide
I
Approach
must die
And
thou, O,
Hsemon,
whom
of Thebes
And
given
my
virgin heart,
remember me
ever
lost.
Long hoped
for,
but
now
lost, for
eternal roll
and change
38
Which
in
thy soul
O'er the
Has ceased to hover, spreading fatal wings doomed race of wretched (Edipus.
me, unhappy
!
Ah
retribution
comes
halls,
Stalking, a
in the land.
:
yet
for I
my
crime
my
behold
on the shore
I
come.
Lo I depart, thro' the dim wavering gates, The mist-like portals of that Autumn realm Where mighty Orcus reigns and the stern Queen Persephone, who rules with sceptre pale.
;
And
my
place
rest.
A May
The summer
Her
tears
Night.
May
too soon
drop
at the
Heard
like farewell
along the
;
The young
leaves droop
Glimmering, half-shadowed, bends beneath the In voiceless yearning for the face of June,
Song, and
all floral
moon
Awakes not ;
sound
is
heard
JAMES BEALE.
39
The
Star-lit
waters,
more
and a
in joy
than fear
the bird
hour
is
Left
Silence
listening ear.
Hope.
Look
thine
Now, the
head
To listen for the onward, joyous tread The thrilling touch that stirs the stately
From
Stirs
pine
as wine
weary
calm
faith
changes dread
And doubt, by barren fables lately fed To that embracing dawn of truth divine.
Lo,
how
And
hair.
With eyes
Moving
like
Eve
Eden
yet a bride
tide
Murmured
morning song
MARY ELIZABETH
BECK.
better
MARY
Points in
the
;
ELIZABETH BECK,
"
known by her
of "Turning
initials
M. E.
B.,"
is
the
author
Lives of Eminent
Christians "
;
(Hodder and
" Bible Read;
Stoughton)
ings
on Bible
Women
to
"
(E.
" Collateral
;
Testimonies
Quaker
Hicks)
etc., etc.
" Fresh
She has
Chambers'
much, both
in prose at
and
verse, to "
Home,"
Wemyss Reid
at the
end
of his
life
of
W.
latter's
widow.
and
W,
B.
FORSTER.
1854.)
There
his Master-'-
A lonely
it.
To shed
a tear,
For
all
earth's woe,
>
And
laid
it
low.
MARY ELIZABETH BECK.
But angels, hovering
o'er,
41
Their loved to
greet,
To
Christ's
own
feet.
In England's
stately,
world-renowned VValhalla,
A A A
funeral
mournful
train
meet, while
dirge-like strain
slowly slowly
Abbey,
anthem
Hush
stand
!
all
ye uncovered,
Room
Silence
deep silence
In deathly
state.
is life ?
for the
dead
is
coming
Ah
what
floral
wreaths of resurrection
Not born
to die
The
Mounts up on
high.
The
Not
True
to the line.
Of
the divine.
still
thou
livest
Among
Thy name
thy peers,
all
a banneErCry to
the noble,
Through coming
years.
42
Mid
A
Around
kindred band
own Wharfedale
In silence stand.
Make way
One
let
Pass on
To
One
Yes,,
Yet more
your
Fiiefid
will
mourn ye may, ye
Till
But
lift
narrow casket,
He
Of
all
is
not there
The chosen
heir
that praise should mingle
*
O
Calling,
Lord, to
Thee
Thy
servant higher,
To
Where,
sire
LOUISA BIGG.
LOUISA
BIGG
was born
for
at
home
art,
At an
over
mind
Emma
under
Ravis and
fell
published
volume
was a slender
and
this
was followed
Hall).
in
(Chapman and
latter
The Russian
volume were
German by
B. Schulze
In 1889 appeared
"Gods
and
I
and sketches.
some
with
continuing to feel
warm sympathy
chief aims
and
beliefs,
and cherishing
many
of
its
members.
! !!
44
On
shine,
not
Have caught some glimpses of the eternal day. Some light divine to guide them on their way.
In spite of bigot's creed and pious hate,
I love to
Upon Thy love, as none can raise To keep Thy sun from shining on
Men
blow
With noisy
voices, shrill
and
high,
I
They shout'Tis
I
I, 'tis I, 'tis
The
I
that mortals
must endure
my words and follow me am the wise, the eloquent. To guide the nations was I sent
Attend
I
And
Is
all
the while, in
some
still
nook
The
Our age
shall shine in
coming
day's.
Where does the Century's master write ? Is it in some chill garret's height, Or in a mansion rich or fair. With spacious room and marble stair ?
; ;
LOUISA BIGG.
Is
45
Who
Or
is
word
A prince and ruler in the state ? We cannot tell, he may have sat
Beside thy
fire in
tell, it
common
may be
I
chat
We
cannot
Fame.
He
Still
poured
wide
His gifted
He
fell
Wounded and sick, beside the world's highway, Untended and alone the poet lay Men passed him by, unknowing, day by day.
He
died.
out the
mud and
own
mire,
Picked up a verse
fire,
man
of our desire."
Then the crowd stopped and listened, " Good," it said, " Sound forth his praise, with laurel crown his head,
"What
living
man
ROBERT
BIRD.
in
ROBERT
1854.
BIRD
May
and
and
affection
She spoke
with epigrammatic
humour and
ease,
softness
to her
son as a
native language.
at
Class
Statue
to
Weekly
Herald.
In
1878,
and immediately
thereafter
began
practice in Glasgow.
his
boyhood,
poems
of the
to
the
Glasgow
Weekly
News.
in
He
is
member
1876
for the
members
and
Art,
He is
also a
member
and Vice-President of
poems printed for private circulation, but his 'Law Lyrics" was first published in 1885, and "The Falls of Clyde and Other Poems" in 1888. From J. H. Edward's Modern Scottish Poets (from which above biographical details
ROBERT BIRD.
have been taken), we learn that our poet sides in
his great co-religionist,
47
politics with
John
Bright,
and
in sociology with
;
John
fit
Ruskin
truly,
who
is
a lawyer
and a poet
It
my
work of
Religion,
in
poets,
A
I
Chilis
and
Joseph
the
Dreafner
in
are
so
exceptional
character,
this
and
fascinating
treatment,
;
that
cannot
as
resist
brief
in
mention
as
of
them
more
highest
especially
verse,
they show,
author's
quite
large
measure as
his
their
possession
true
poet,
of
viz.,
some of the
a vivid and
seeing
characteristics
of the
sustained imagination,
and
the
faculty
of
things
from
is
quite
other
This faculty
shown very
and sweetly
in his
which he
themes
truly, in his
own words,
ajar for us to
peep behind.
is
He
is
equally at
home
most
and
and and
it is
criminals,
him
false or unjust,
He
sentiment.
his
Any
love
left
unremarked would
carry
great
and
joy
in
Nature, scenery
be
very
incomplete.
the
His
air
descriptions
at
of
one
to
into
open
with
once,
and
read,
we
by
seem
the
be
wandering
the
poet as
we
banks of the
trees
about the
old bouse,"
;;
48
As
fast as
he
is
able,
Baby
For
crawls
dints or dimples,
And
With
rings,
For
his wrists.
sighs,
On
To
he goes,
nose
surges.
As up and down he
Like a bark
To
His His
the mark.
little
As
fresh roses.
little
toes are
buddy
As pink
His
lips like
posies.
curving cherries
Made
to marry.
berries.
Dear
silver-top
the violets
Are growing.
The golden
Where thy
Are blowing
small feet in leather
Will go sunning.
When
ROBERT
BIRD.
'
4Q
The
Pretty mazes,
When
thy
new shoes
go,
prancing
Through the
daisies
To mother
Sweet as may
And
them
The Table
Air
O,
o'
o'
Fees.
"The
how
oft
LAntD
hae
I
Cockpen."
heard
And
While
maun be
agreed,
o'
seed
stule,
me
say,
May be
But
like
the day.
manna and
o'
o'
snaw.
white peas,
the law
And
so
warm
dreepin' roast
Man
it
gangs
wi' a clack
flour
Three-and-fourpence a crack
Six-and-eightpence an hour
a sneeze,
o'
sma ink
o' fees.
could hand ye
my
stule,
;
Ruler, inkhorn,
I
and dask
quill,
could hand ye
my
Or
And
Fill
my
tongue
On
There
is
Oaths.
little
thing
Which
magistrates administer,
The
Told
With smiling
For witnesses But surely
it is
like a parrot
rhyme
to say.
plain,
Amid
That
if
man would
lie,
Or
ROBERT
BIRD.
5
Or any such
monstrosity,
To
Or keep
he
fears,
To
get into
some heads
power of awe.
Its
But
'tis
And
He
So
recollects so well.
,
The
sacredest of things.
fear to
tell.
That sages
And
Of
shepherds
tell their
flocks
Of wicked words
While
A
Is
humanity,
Of how
a sacred
name
CoRRA Lynn.
With backward
of white,
52
To
mingle in
its,
downward
rolling
smoke.
toss't,
From
And
And
rising, too,
Of dewy
orange, of
rose,
Expanding
An
The mantling brushwood shines, until it fades From the green fringe of trees that top the crags.
Lost in the cloud-flecked sky, of
brilliant
blue
Oh
Of
sight
most welcome
promise sweet,
That
smoke of
hoarsely-battling floods.
One
bow,
celestial
and magnificent.
o'er the
Of peace triumphant
war of
Falls, yield,
shape complete
And
mind
!
ELIAS BOCKETT.
ELIAS BOCKETT
John
lived in
was born
in 1695,
Bockett of
London, author
Diurnal
He
Street,
as a distiller.
Most of
rare
his
and
The
them
are as
Wedding,"
poem;
"A
Character
Defended;''
"
"Arguments
for
Exposing
False
Teachers
The Counter
"A Poem
a
to the
The Memory of
Switch;"
" Blunt to
"A
rod
for the
;''
Author of the
Little
;
Sermon
" Geneva,"
poem
Distillery.
forty years,
and
was buried
Why
silent thus ?
Why
The melancholy cause let Damon hear. By some fair tyrant has my friend been
Or was
his cargo in a
crost ?
tempest
lost ?
;;
54
human
pow'r
is
Can
ne'er retrieve
....
Damon.
Amintas
no more
Forbid
it
Heav'n
....
Marino.
a fatal truth
Yes
'tis
....
Cold
lamented youth.
Damon.
Then died
Belov'd so
the man, the
justly,
muse
so oft inspir'd
In whom, with
wit, sincerity
A pleasant,
Marino.
Merit, like his, cou'd ne'er be long
unknown,
;
it
not alone
it
appear'd.
At
ev'ry port
Amintas was
rever'd.
all
His
virtues,
by
fate opprest
length,
and
cast a flatt'ring
To him the blooming Myra yields her And faints with pleasure, folded in his
charms.
arms.
And
...
invidious death.
his hopes
and
breath.
ELI AS BOCKETT.
55
gay,
now prosperous on
the sea,
With colours
flying and expanded sails. Born tow'rds her port by kind, auspicious
gales
From
o'er,
Strikes
in sight of shore.
Damon.
If
genius of Amintas radiant shone. With what advantage had his worth been seen Amidst her smiles, propitiously serene ?
The
So does the glorious parent of the day, Not his full lustre thro' thick fogs display
But those
dispers'd, the lucid orb of light
Marino.
'Tis fortune's
common
pastime to dispense
To
men
of sense
And
Can
....
but
now no more
He's gone
the debt
lays,
to
Around him
And
all
that
knew him
living,
In moving
mind
kind.
With freedom,
just,
and without
flatt'ry
grief.
Too
56
On
Her wonted
my
bed,
"Ah
"
With thee
My joy
Thy
Myra fled? my gay, my smiling hours are flown my happiness my all is gone
!
soft expressions I
no more
shall hear,
No more
Nor
my
ear
no more be
fixed
on
thine,
Myra
twine.
" In thee
>
was
my
felicity
complete,
....
and
in vain
"
sorrow drown'd
resound.
And
hills
Damon.
We
To
Nor
When
trust.
Appear
But see
my
friend
And
Odavio yonder
timely shelter
HANNAH
Hannah
Her
sister
of
John
and
Croydon,
both
well-known
in 1822.
married
George
of Mitcham,
the
author of an
travels.
exceedingly
clever
and
interesting
volume of
school
at
a teacher in
Anna
The
who was a
Hannah
Marsh's.
was given up in
1856.
when her
fugitive
many
and
pieces
were
collected
title
of,
by her
sister
Priscilla,
"Poetical
Remains of Hannah
for,
Bowden."
The
as the
book had
attracted a
interest.
full
Many
of
by
conventional references to
all
are full
shadow of an
victims.
early death
seems frequently
over
its
"
For
so
He
Sleep.''
Sleep,
my
58
While keeps
Rest,
my
love
its vigil
my
beloved, rest
beat loud
/ bind
My
Rouse
word
dispels
them
all.
my arms
Sleep,
my
beloved, sleep
thundered forth
afar,
to hear,
murmurs on
thine ear.
!
Hush my beloved, hush The tumult threatens near Thou hear'st the gathering rush Thou see'st the blanch of fear,
Yet quail not
thou,
rise,
They
sink or
Soft
!
responsive to
my
call.
my
beloved, soft
Do
And
50
HANNAH BOWDEN.
Sleep,
my
beloved, sleep,
repose,
and deep.
Till
For
thee
is
no
Strong
mine arm
to rescue
strong
!
to save.
Wake,
my
beloved, wake,
At the
right
hand of Love
above.
my
Robed
Lullaby.
Sleep,
my On
child
keepeth
pillow.
And
is
keeping
Watch
Sleep,
my
all
bright one
zephyr slumbers
Where
numbers
Philomela weaves.
On
the
hills
Thou upon my
Sleep,
!
breast
6o
On
the
hills
Lo
Fold
and fountain
mamma
is
keeping,
!
DR.
THIS
son
of that
town.
He
in
was
at at
Ackworth from
Edinburgh and
Sydney.
1837
St.
1841,
and
afterwards
studied
Andrews, took
his
M.D.
185 1, and
iiy assisting
in
Colony.
in
rank
so
much
influence
did
on
scientific
favour.
In his
latter years
borgians,
to
establish
New
Church and
in
His biographer
truth,
He
cared
much
but nothing
for the
empty
bottles of
mere
ritual.
never met a
man who
and
He
authority
tell
invitation to lecture
on Swedenborg.
"
He
defence of
poetical,
and
as a
in in
He
pubHshed
in
1865,
"Poems,"
"The
Goal of Time,"
"
Law," and
the
"Beyond and
Beatitudes,"
other Poems,"
1887,
"Genesis and
and
The Triumph
of Love."
62
He
He
married
in
it
was on
own home.
is
and
full
of
life
and
vivacity
His poetry
is
tender, musical,
its
graceful beauty,
it
realities,
and
An Autumn Wreath.
The
white
frost's
on the
hill,
love,
The white mist on the lea The yellow leaves are falling From each still and drooping
Through the
silent mist, love.
tree,
That creepeth
And
It
hark
linger never so
happiest
shall
Summer
know.
That ever we
sweetly
came the
Spring, love.
And
tenderly she
moved
O'er every
dewy meadow.
And by
63
And
One
That
chilly blast
!
had
killed
it
Oh
little
then we knew
How
To
great a tree
shelter
we
reared, love.
me and
you.
And
not
We
wondered
at the
blossom
And dreamed not of the fruit And as aye the branches rose, love,
Still Still
grew the
The
longest, happiest
shall
Summer,
know.
That ever we
Lo
all
hearts, love.
To MY- Wife, Mary. As I lay on my sick-bed, Mary, With a weight upon my heart. And a fire within my head.
The thought came, we must part. And men will say, " He's dead," Mary,
"
He
little
part,
And
another
64
And
the present
light
all
aglow.
;
With
And though I had always yearned, And strained my childish eyes. And beautiful Paradise And though since then I've
With a
spirit
Mary,
learned, Mary,
calm and
in
;
wise.
me
burned.
realities
And though
I
And
Of those who had gone before. The friends we hold most dear, Mary, The spirits we most adore many a bard and seer.
;
And
And though God I still did Was wiser far than we,
1
own, Mary,
sad,
if
this
should be
How
dr.
6$
A Song of Haschish.
The
soft
To
Where
are
Paradisal airs
there's
we going ?
no knowing,
us cares
?
!
Then row brothers row for merrily, ho The wild birds sing and the soft winds blow.
The
soul that
is
fairy,
Never, never
may
find
was born
in
1818, at a
life
in Bristol,
where she
is still living.
for
many
was
papers and
collected
magazines,
and
in
a volume
her pieces
and published
title of
"Voices of
the
Poems."
(Samuel Harris
&
Co.,
London).
The
I
first
and
been
issued, the
book
is
now
difficult
have
quoted
from
it
the
universally
popular
" Pilgrim
of Earth
who
art
journeying to
Heaven," which
her
poems
are
full
of a deeply religious
spirit.
journeying to Heaven,
life,
Cared
for,
Cared
for,
watched
over,
Loved and
forgiven,
all
though
rightly
thou deemest
defiled.
Thyself
unlovely, impure
and
Weary and
thirsty,
no water-brook near
thee,
way
The God
of thy
life will
He
will
;
;
67
whom
;
darkness
is light.
Be
trustful,
be steadfast
He
guide thee,
on thy
spirit
deep anguish
is
pressing,
:
Not
for the
distressing
heart that
is
Ah
Even
this grief
Cast upon
Him
and
care.
Bring
all
it.
How
how
free
My
name,
I will
do
it,"
"Abide
in
My
'
JANE CREWDSON.
JANE
1808.
FOX
She married
at
Exeter,
in
October,
1836,
Thomas
She conof
hymns
own,
to
Lovell
Squire's
"Selection
Scriptural Poetry," in
volume
of
her
"Aunt
Jane's
;
Verses
for
in i860, she
Her
book,
"A
Little
While,
and
other
published until 1864, a year after her death, which took place
at her residence in
Manchester
in
September, 1863.
river.
Making
Oh,
life's
Amid
"
while
!*
little
To
"A
little
Then bind
"A
little
To
Then
toil,
to
of gladness.
!
And
JANE CREWDSON.
"
69
little
To
Then
strive,
by
faith.
"He doth
all
things well
!"
little
To
Where
ever slaking,
!
May
"
Fountain-head
A little while " to keep the oil from failing, " A little while " faith's flickering lamp to trim.
!
And then, the Bridegroom's coming footsteps hailing. To haste to meet Him with the bridal hymn And
He, who
is
The
future glory,
smile.
for
ever"
!"
fills
my cup
drop
Thee thanks
bitter
for every
The
I
praise
Thee
And
For
all
And
I praise
and
loss
Thee
for the
crown.
!
And
present cross
70
thank Thee
for the
wing of love
Which
stirred
my
worldly nest
And
for the
The
I bless
flutterer to
Thy
breast
Thee
And for the waning joy And for this strange, this settled
Which nothing can
destroy
!
peace,
THIS
and
gifted
at
Croydon,
in April,
1863.
travelled
She was
her
life
much
in
spending her
health,
at her
phantom
She died
in June,
1892.
Her poems
after
for private
circulation
her
beauty;
"
they
A Parable,''
own
feet,
life,
rendering of her
with
long pathway,
rift
begun."
Transformation.
Dear
Brown
At
love, an'
and
sere,
Would don
Dear
love, an'
And
Over
sea-shore,
and
valley
and
plain
Flooding with
light divine
;
For joy
at, the
The
72
The
driving rain
air.
And the dark day drear Come no more anear New joy, new earth, new
Dear
love,
heaven be
fair.
An Old Town.
On Thb
Riviera.
Up Now
look
tree.
glittering sea,
clear.
And sunny
Up
Up
To the church where the peasants say their And the dark-eyed women, one by one.
Step from the shadow into the sun,
The
jutting houses,
sombre and
high.
sky,
The "earthquake
Here
is
arches
''
slant across,
A waving
there.
the ground
73
Of the old crones' voices, the patois shrill Of the children straggling down the hill. The men are at work with olive and vine, And the old ones bask in the warm sunshine. Have they basked in the sun a hundred years ? Has anguish touched them, nor time, nor tears
So long as the sun floods
their southern sky.
I.
They
DOROTHY CROWLEY.
DOROTHY,
born
at
sister
of
E.
September, 1874.
She
was educated
months residence
year,
hope soon,
She
married,
in
1895,
Dr.
E.
Vipont Brown, of
Manchester.
Love.
O O
Love
divine
and
perfect,
deep and
infinite,
sure,
this earth-life
wanes,
light.
The link between those oceans wide and free Which roll around us, and about our way, The one that is, and that which is to be
Bridge o'er the space between them
made by
Death,
That
finite
And And
In
growing
fuller as
we
perfect grow,
fullest
Shall be the
dorothy crowley.
Perfection.
75
What does
Sky of
soft
it
mean ?
South breezes
meadows,
Peace
all
Where
is
the
room
Why
does
it all
before,
now
is
perfect,
completed
all
Dear,
And
'tis
that
Love
there shining
through.
Nature,
now
beloved of
thee.
THOMAS ELLWOOD.
THOMAS
shire,
ELLWOOD
was born
at Crowell, in
Oxford-
in October,
1639,
whom
belonged to
Ellwood went
to
He became
all
full
and
much
thoughtless
his trying
to run a ruffian,
who had
in
and
high-spirited lad.
He
his father to
pay a
visit at
Peter's,
J.
Bucks, the
home
of Isaac
widow of
Sir
playmate.
Quakers, and
interested,
The Pennington's had lately become Thomas Ellwood and his father were much
visit in
learn
doctrines.
there,
it
Friends' Meeting,
the former's
Thomas attended a Edward Burrough preaching much impressed meeting at High Wycombe,
is said,
sect,
mode
of
speech.
thrashed him for wearing a hat in his presence, and kept him
THOMAS ELLWOOD.
a prisoner in his house during the winter of 1660.
77
At
Easter,
St.
where he stayed
and
clergy,
called
"An
and
Alarm
to ask
to the Priests."
He
About
this
Thomas
Crowell.
before two Justices, and he, having refused the oaths, was
managed
to
get
him
released,
the cattle,
seclusion
;
where many
again
At a Friends' Meeting at the Pennington's house, he was arrested, and though soon released, for no apparent
walking
;
home from
Chalfont
St.
Peter's,
through
Beaconsfield
once more.
his
recovery went to
London
to
study.
Pennington had
consulted Dr. Paget about his young friend, and Dr. Paget
had arranged that he should read with Milton, who was then
blind,
and
life.
In October
78
this
meeting
in the
and
in
December
Old Bridewell,
At
first
and yellow
Cheapside
hosier.
On
the
the 19th
Old
December he was taken before the Recorder of and was sent to Newgate
The
prison at
removed
little
to the
again,
became Latin
their
estates
Kent and
to
Sussex.
To
for
obtain
some ready
retire to
money he consented
at
Milton to
Peter's,
and
from a month's
imprisonment
at
in
Aylesbury
manuscript.
said
said
" Thou
hast
much of Paradise Lost, but what hast thou to say of Paradise Found ? " When the questioner called on Milton
London, he was shown "Paradise Regained,"
:
afterwards, in
" This
is
owing to you,
for
you put
it
my
me
at
Chalfont,
which before
of."
nine months during 1665 and 1666, his household was broken
up,
again
to
imprisoned
25th.
for
attending
March 13th
June
Mary
Ellis,
who was
THOMAS ELLWOOD.
His father objected strongly to
this marriage, and,
79
contrary to
controversies, grew
latter of
whom
married his
whom
he
for worship.
He
travelled
in 1670,
at the
and exerted
all
the
In
in
Baptist
against
who had
tithes.
written against
Quakerism
he wrote also
funeral,
and
After
at
much undeserved
he lived
this event
most part
Amersham,
Quaker
Keith.
ranks,
In
1707 and
non-payment of
In
she was,
was buried
at
New
St.
Giles Friends'
Burial Ground.
He
1712.
poem
in five books,
which
first
being pubhshed in
This
had seen
Cowley's
" Davidei's."
He
published also
"
Collection of
Poems on Various
Subjects,"
8o
From
" DAViDErs."
Book Unsteady
At Sea
IV.
unstable Mind.
brisker Gales
Sails.
is toss't
we wish some
and
;
Would on us
So
high,
rise,
fill
our limber
and
strait
our Skiff
we
And Ride
at Neck-and-all, with
be,
We
would
would have
till
all
have't of right
Man,
Davidei's.
Book
V.
!
How
Nor
Not
needful
suffer
to
'tis hot Anger to suppress Wrath to rise into Excess I Nor too high give way to Passion !
Much
Break
loose, in
For Words
And
So have
FRAGMENT.
"
that
be.
To what becomes me
not to see
;!
THOMAS ELLWOOD.
That deafness might possess mine
ear,
To what
From
concerns
me
not to hear
tie,
That Grace
my
rest,
Or be conceived
Glory
in
my
breast
may
is
to
my God
!
be brought
Lord, mine eye
On Thee
fixed
all
to
Thee
I cry
purge out
my
dross,
my
sin
!
Make me more
my
heart.
it
'tis
Lord keep
I
it
too.
more than
can do."
SARAH HUSTLER
FOX.
8th, 1800,
SARAH
Charles
HUSTLER FOX
Fox of Falmouth.
of
their
at
at Perran,
and followed
up by
lectures, classes,
Foxes
removed
to
H. Fox published,
of Job.''
in 1854,
this
"A
Book
For
translations
and
interpretations.
she published
"Poems,
original
and translated" by
Mrs.
H. F. (Longman, Green
niece,
;
&
by her
Fowler
Elizabeth Tuckett,
afterwards
William
these illustrations
add much
her verse
is
instinct
powers
real
and
authoritative
to the poet
so-called realities
life.
which they
surrounded
in
everyday
in
Always
thoughtful
such pieces as
SARAH HUSTLER FOX.
;;
83
"The Brown
"
One more
unfortunate,"
and
To have and
merely
in the Statute
life.
The
translations contained
room with
life,
severe rheumatic
and
brightness,
through
all
others,
in
She died
at
Trebah
Beneath
They
wait so solemnly.
are in their presence
still'd
ages old
fold,
Again
shall
Not
as
roll
no longer
be,"
And
And
From
yet there
is
a time,
When,
bending
84
And
and glow
red.
With
joy,
And
Euthanasia.
to the path
none may
retread,
Down the deep, solemn valley, dark and No hand to grasp in hers alone alone
dread
!
The
So
when
past
them
fled
A tremulous,
They
But
lifted
low breath
up
their eyes,
o'er the
And on
risen, to set
no more."
Euthanasia.
11.
Oh
not alone
for,
No
lamps beneath, no
above
to guide,
;;
85
;
He
He,
at her side
His comfort
sent.
still,
footsteps,
and was
satisfied
A low
For
all
" I fear no
I shall
in thee
By
the
still
my
And
I shall
no more."
ROBERT BARCLAY
FOX.
6th,
ROBERT
J817.
ful,
BARCLAY FOX
He
loth, i85'5.
His
life
a most fragrant
memory behind
is
He
wrote some
is
unpublished, and
MS., or
lost
in
the
for
magazines.
His
"War Song
felt
On the Death
of A. C.
life.
SHE
And
chamber
forth
?
wherefore weep
delight.
Which
leaves
no place
meet
been
Joy,
Him whom,
for
He had
The Life-spring of her soul her Light, her Her Consolation all 'twixt God and her.
He came
And
and
Of
far-off
One
kiss
music how could she delay one parting tearand then she sped
?
To
weep no more
; ;
;;
87
To THE Moon.
Lonely
pilgrim of the night,
bright.
thou journeying ?
Saw thee
Is
it
this
it
globe of ours
hath,
silver
and
showers
unknown
and
right,
Trodden by
Leaving
thyself alone
Printless
far,
to left
light,
moon
Do
thy mission
onward- hie
Onward to the end of time. Thou art more than something fair.
Voyaging aimless through the
air,
Thou
hast
rare.
!
Writ
!
sublime
Onward for thy work's divine God who made thee sail and shine
Twice three thousand years
Sees thee work His
will to-day
ago,
Naught but
O,
if
He
man
Of
Unrequited, shining
still
ill.
Even though her shade enfold thee. So that we can not behold thee,
Yet we know that thou
art there
Type
To
the heart,
its
dwelling-place
near.
Holy
Holy
thee.
thee.
:
And
Far,
in speechless act
adore
lov'd
and
blest,
how
far
beyond the
rest
Made him
earth's
more
Madness.
"
sunbeam gone
astray "
way
spirit
disenthroned
spirit still.
Yet a bright
Fallen, alas
!
shadows
89
Dim
lie
the golden
meadows
And
the
spirit's
world
is rife
things
life
and
lit
to
its
seeming
wings.
By
the flashing of
there
its
And
It
devious way
wandereth
unforgot
far
is
can
not.
stray,
As
BENJAMIN GOOUCH.
BENJAMIN GOOUCH
which has
Friends.
for
is
and
many
He
was born
engaged in commercial
life,
pursuits,
He
1876,
when he
from
in
In 1878 he
Many
of these
poems had
previously appeared
commenced
to prepare a
work
this
volume has
not yet been given to the public, although a few of the poems
have
appeared
in
various
periodicals.
Benjamin Goouch
John Sharp,
The Leaf
Fall,"
which
I give, is full of
autumn
relentless wind.
The
and
historical
it
poems
and thought,
understand
is
to
9i
benjamin goouch.
And sound
Ne'er spoke they
humming
'twas a
bees
moment's glance,
The gleam
of kindling eyes,
A flush, A
That
sudden
secret joy
strife,
:
With impulse in them stirred They lived into each other's life. Then passed without a word.
They met no more but then they knew Though still they know not how
secret
now
The melody
And
They
But
oft
power.
they met.
A life
till
The
Leaf-fall.
The
wind
is
now
year.
sere.
and
;
From
For the sweet summer day and the hours of sunshine gone.
92
garlands drest
And
Through the dim
day
and obey.
In the blear
light,
They
float
airy
gloom
From
And
where
they must
lie.
and they
sigh.
Whisp'ring
yes,
low
Go
Thou
scorner, go
life's
dishevelled bough,
fall,
as
we do now.
Leave us alone
We
And,
With
rustling tone,
We
Ere
commune
in
noisome clay
mouldering
But once we
fall
is
Once
in the year,
when sunshine
hasten
all
gone
by. sky.
And
summer
We
;
!
To our low rest but thou and thy proud race. Oh who can tell your fall, its season, or its place?"
BENJAMIN GOOUCH.
93
And
it is
so
falling leaves
we
From our
stripped
Fading they go
Through the sad autumn and the vernal bloom, Through summer's golden light, through winter's stormy gloom.
The passed away The loved of our young life, whose smiles have made A summer sunshine in the wintry shade
Oh
Where
the
warm
love,
Was
dew on
Where Where
wont
to
meet
us.
Have we not mourned our dearest and our best. Have we not seen them fade and laid them to their
rest ?
And
yet,
ye leaves
Though we may shed this frail mortality, Though we may fade, we are not such as ye
Whom
And
there
is
something
enshrined
rind.
your perishable
This
is
not vain
When sleep has bound us with a death-like zone. An unseen presence holds its darkened throne
With mystic chain.
While thought and sense are locked
Linking the breathing frame
still
in rayless night,
94
But if that gem From hence is parted, in the self-same hour The empty casket shrivels, as a flower
On
severed stem
Then is the endless sleep, and ne'er again The mouldering flesh returns unto its place with men.
We
That
all
know, we know
and
air
But what
not there
With
flesh laid
low
Thy being
is
Whence
where
is
We know
Its
that
when
is
;
chain
is
broken, shattered
this breathing clay
It falleth then.
the spell
leaf,
shell,
that
we
herb and
tree,
ye falling leaves,
we
FANNY HARRIS.
FANNY
in
alists,
HARRIS
Her
was born
at
VVimborne, Dorsetshire
1846.
member
in 1878,
1881.
In 1882, she
Many
of her
The Presence of
Christ.
My
door
is left ajar,
Earth's sights
free to
come and go
What room
is
my
?
heart,
When hope
burning low
No
set,
No radiant star been quenched in deepest night And yet all glory from the face of Heaven, Hath vanished from my sight.
For I have
seen
His face I
and
pain,
their
And
upon
!
Lord
Must
night,
To
rest
then
"
96
No
No
More than
And
yet
my
see
To
him pass
across
my humble
our door
!
floor,
stranger's step
welcome
at
And
all
the
hills
were bathed
in
golden glow.
resting
on His brow,
saw
Him
rise to go.
to pause,
But
home
the Best-Beloved,
I rest
!
How
And
I
!
gladly
would
And And
my hand
!
Through the
swift
noontide hours
And
so
I let
Him
go
The
brow
And
I
O
Only
I cry
me now
their
Lord
Must
Jesus,
my
Saviour-King
My
FANNY HARRIS.
Each vacant chamber
of
97
is filled,
!
Thou
art
with
my heart me alway
No more
a stranger-guest,
to tarry for a night,
is
Turning aside
peace,
And
infinite delight
My
O,
let
me
shine,
I
Till in the
home
of thy
Redeemed
stand
Li loveliness divine.
"
JOHN HARRIS.
THE
place of
auto-biography,
" the
roof,
my
birth
bare
rafters,
and clay
known
as
'
Six Chimnies,'
Hill,
Cambourne, Cornwall.
The
pantry,
it
literally
boulders.
The
stars
woodwork
and
day.
When he was ten years old, John Harris began helping the men who worked at the entrance of the mine, and had to walk
three miles to the scene of his labours.
He
wrote poems
scarce,
bedroom, or
when ink
The miners
wonderful boy
who could
he
When he
of Troon.
was
twenty-five
and took up
his
were
hundred
JOHN HARRIS,
pounds.
99
built
With a portion of
at
this
money he
in
himself a
house
Troon-Moor, by the
river,
the mine,
and labouring
at
his
home
poems
as
hard and
This
little
book was
soon
In
1858,
after
End,
Kynance Cove, and other Poems." In i860 his "Mountain Prophet, the Mine, and other Poems." In 1863,
"A
story
of
Cam
Brea,
Essays and
Poems."
In
1866,
and Legends."
Manacles,
of the
Cutter,
In 1870, "Bulo,
Reuben Ross, a
In 1872,
In
tale of the
Hymn,
"The
Cruise
1873, John
tracts,
under the
In 1874, he
some
the
title
of "Wayside Pictures,
He
series of articles
and
"Two
by Longfellow.
S.
Mr.
C. Hall wrote to
him very
his industry
and poetig
lOO
merit brought
several
and
if it
for
grants
Literary
1884 he
from the
effects of
they are
full
thing,
and
spiritual
beauty.
His
and
in
An
On
April 23rd, 1864.* *This poem won the
April, 1864.
first
Ode.
Shakespeare,
Persons from
it.
all
competed
for
The
red,
Lambs press their daisy bed. The lark drops overhead, And sings the labourer, hastening home
Bathed
in the
to rest.
ruddy
light.
; ; ;
; ;
JOHN HARRIS.
101
A youthful
bard
is
stretched
He
Whose
Men
The
full
of pines
lingering
dim
vines.
The
Murmurs
its
village
vesper-hymn
Starts
His soul
He
The winds
And
full
of holy
Tongues
trill
on every
rock.
;
the clear
rill
down
the
hill.
spell
is
on
his soul
He
Whom
He
England holds so
dear,
!
102
; ;
Roams
Bends
Weeps
monarch poor,
Juliet dies.
And
when dear
Thus
Environed
in a
lay that
musing boy.
Whose
hemisphere of rays
mystic light
of the height
which
He
Shakespeare, of kingly
Who
in his
boyhood by
clear
Avon
strayed.
From
feeble thing
and
strong,
The
and the
tiny blade.
The The
The
little
child at play,
red-breast
on the
spray.
The The
The
hedges,
hung
in flowers.
falling, pattering
showers.
The smallest film that be, Which none but poets see,
All taught
him
Dame
Her
JOHN HARRIS.
Boldly he revelled through her wondrous
cell
; ; :
I03
And none
Or knew
He
And
solved the
human
heart
known
to
him
And when
To
blaze
the
full
time came.
and brighten
till
dim
Was
The The The
The
champion strong
soil.
toil.
towering prince of
Where human
By
prince,
The shepherd in his plaid, The rosy village maid, The warrior watching by the red camp fire, The mother with her child, The satchelled schoolboy mild. The college student, daily pressing higher. The
dweller of the street,
city's heat,
In the great
104
IRELAND..
of reeds
On
All
own
his witchery
began,
Have borne
their
Him
with
new
glories
crowned.
is clear.
And
to-day
lay,
We
And
cluster gratefully
England
thee.
And coming
Lucretia's Grave.
'Tis
And gleam with glory 'neath the summer's sun, And gentle breathings steal among the boughs. When busy day is done.
'Tis
where a tiny
rill
fall,
And
Are clinging
'Tis
to the wall.
is
green.
lie.
And And
daisy flowers in
snowy beauty
field
and
forest screen
by.
JOHN HARRIS.
'Tis
I05
where the
village
church
Among the dews its solemn shadow throws, When silvery lyrics o'er the dingles float,
At evening's gentle
'Tis
close.
rest,
And age and beauty moulder in And hope upon the silent green
Watching the slumbering
decay sward
clay.
sits,
rise
eyes
HANNAH
L.
HARVEY.
in
THIS
ago.
gifted lady
1854, and
still
resides there.
She
is
many
years
The Jungfrau.
About
thy
feet,
fair
The thunders
roll.
And sombre
Appal the
With mighty
throes,
As though
A stately
queen.
are gleaming,
Unmoved,
serene.
vision,
rise.
And
roll.
stainless soul
T.
NEWENHAM HARVEY
in
WAS
1837,
and
has,
with
He
who
He
A
Mourn
For
Lamentation.
and brave
!
and retinue of
yore,
No more
the sea
its
sparkling foam,
to her
home
and
flowers.
No
more
Along the
No more
And
the shield
lightning sword of
high,
No more
Or shakes
Io8
No more
With footstep
the
maid
Venus' shrine adorns,
shy, fair
No more
Amid
No more we
The
hear
No more
Or
fills
No more
Quake
the
hills
at the dreadful
No more
Fair Ida's
All, all are All, all the well
gone
And empty
Appear
pleasant age
Of love and hope, and joy come back once more. Teach us to live as on the Grecian shore.
Lived child and sage.
call
The
mould
last,
is cast.
And
And
love and
romance
fall.
Mourn
On
Helle's coast.
THOMAS HODGKIN,
THOS. DR. 29th HODGKIN and 83
July,
1
d.c.l., litt. d.
was born
is
at
Tottenham on the
1,
the son of
who was
the daughter of
Luke Howard,
Thos.
Hodgkin
was
educated
Thomas
at
Hunton, the
at
poet,
being
Grove
House
School,
and
finally
1851, with
honours
in classics.
He
Anna
Old
Friends.''
L. A.
Fox
is
Fox of
barrister,
and he himself
Newcastle-
studied for the Law, but delicate health forced him to relinquish
that arduous profession,
at
He
in the
number
Friends
will
remember
Examiner."
his
striking
papers
The
Universities of Oxford
no QUAKER
that of LITT, D.
full
beautiful
in
union of
gift,
lofty
He
has the
true poet's
that
from the
versifier, viz.,
and so
his poetry
is
all visible
things in
in everyday
man, as
in the Christ.
Ode.
Sung
at the
Industrial
Exhibition,
Opening Ceremony of the Royal Mining, Engineering, and Newcastle-on-Tyne, nth of May, 1887 (Queen
Victoria's Jubilee).
Upon
Behold a palace
Behold
it
filled
With With
all
all
When
How
Have
came
all
By what power
been gathered
Upon
a bleak Northumbrian
moor?
Why
The
Oh
little
main
Oh
Deep
lies
the answer.
far-off
the chain
THOMAS HODGKIN,
D.C.L.,
LITT. D.
The
We
see
them
Those woodlands
fair
of Eld
No hand
growth renewed
In sylvan solitude.
Wave
fronded forests
wave
river's
!
oozy bed.
myriad ages
roll
So
Be
stored for
some new
is
race, creation's
But vain
nature's store,
Upon some
Mighty
barren
isle for
true.
and do.
need the
trust.
to bind at
social
bond
again.
courage to be
just,
And
And
Upon
loving loyalty^
yet ever free
rise.
Law-bound
112
She
When
And
Beat back the raven's wings, gave her law for war, sweet day for barbarous night.
Till
who through
thy tears,
The
The Thy
Dark ignorance
in her lair.
And
all
Thine
earth's
to-be.
see.
them
:
rest in thee.
Emori Nolo
mortuum me
:
* " Dying I abhor Translated and I care nothing about being dead." adopted by Cicero, in his Tusculan Disputations, I. 8, from Epicharmus, The circumstances of Cicero's death are well the Sicilian comic poet. Sir T. Browne (Religio Epicharmus died at the age of 95. known.
;;
THOMAS HODGKIN,
D.C.L.,
LITT. D.
113
One
The
:
dread
I shall
sighing,
He
is
Not
in
Spirits,
Speak we again
A fear,
Making them
Awful the hour, and
vain.
shall
One journeyeth
And
The
The
that close
wedlock that
groan.
bound them
Ends with a
pale
still
Its fate
we know
its
dust, the
worm,
it
Where
lies low.
tomb
shall the
"Where,
in
what regions
wanderer waken.
Gazing on
Father
!
whom ? "
King
That Thou
That each
still
art
star
above
me owns Thy
guiding,
Each wild
That Nature
feels
all
bird's wing.
Of
her wheels.
Her
strife reveals.
114
And
That
wave
is
heaving
Nor
all
flake descends,
friends.
me
vale
They
And
I so frail.
No
let
me
gaze, not
on some sea
far
reaching
Nor
But on a Face
star-sprent sky.
in
May
Of
Thrills
read reply.
Painter's seeing
me
this
Where no
Such was
my
cry
Who
gave
me
Christ,
great
name unspoken.
The name
Have
I
of
Love
not
known him ?
shall
Yes, and
still
am
knowing,
And more
Have not
know
guided
;
all
my
going.
Wept
Gleamed a
with
my woe
bright
Made my
And
Lured me from
Him ?
THOMAS HODGKIN,
Lord, when
D.C.L.,
LITT. D.
15
our dying,
Sharp
between.
Where over
all,
one ghastly
Shadow
lying
o'er
me,
Thy
crook,
my
My
way
And when the grave must yield her prey down-stricken. When sleep is o'er. When the strange stirs of life begin to quicken
This form once more.
Oh Son
If I
of
I
Man,
if
may
see
Thee
Upon Thy
throne.
How
stern soe'er,
brightness
I shall
be
When
awake.
DAVID HOLT.
DAVID
1828.
HOLT'S
father
at
The
a commercial
entitled
Miscellaneous."
by the appearance of
Lay
as a
in their verdict.
In 1868 he was
Poems by David
new poems
of great
His outer
life
he was engaged
and was
He
He
of
churchyard
in
Bowden.
of
He
had resigned
on
his
his
membership
and
to
the
Society
Friends
of
marriage,
had
joined
the
Church
England.
He
seems
his
much humour,
His poetry
is
heart turning ever to the fields and rivers, though his feet were
set
to
city.
it
not
is full
of melody and
sweetness
placid
full,
too, of the
faith.
david holt.
ii7
The Woodlands.
'tis
sweet,
'tis
alleys,
us,
Or
to lie
fern-clad hills
valleys,
In a harmony of silence
far
the woodlands,
places,
the woodlands,
Lone romantic hollows haunted by the wild bird and the bee Ye may gaze for hours together on the sweet upturned faces Of the flowers, whose gentle smiling it is almost heaven to see.
And
they smile upon you ever with the pure and holy smiling
Of their lovely human sisterhood, and ever as you pass Look up to you beseechingly, as though they were beguiling
You
And
w;ill
answer
if
woo
them?
trust
me
who
love them,
their
them
And
They
you
around them.
And
sing
night.
summer
hath
Tracing
circles in the
moon
bound them
In the mystery of beauty with a
veil of silver light.
Il8
And
With
plays
Chiming
its softly
murmur'd
tenor,
and
its liquid-trilling
Makes
its
light
waves dance
along.
vermeil tissue,
Or,
if
graver
mood be on
all
hoary,
Ye may
list
strain,
far
and faded
never
glory,
And
may
come
again.
O, to couch on beds of
aunce.
in a foliage-curtained pleas-
There to
feast
upon
their beauty,
and
perfume.
Meet
is its
essence,
is
their
bloom
blissful for
mere mortal to
a' thousand
inherit
joy,
such in store
those
and constant
spirit,
And
Yes, to live
mid
leafy shadows,
and
fliit
by us
By
the
sunbeams on the
life
foliage,
were a happy
to lead.
And
Of some
read.
and
DAVID HOLT.
II9
us,
and our
crowded
it
Yet methinks
never,
were
much
MARY HOWITT.
MARY BOTHAM,
1
Her
that
father
Wood
The
Drapier Letters."
Soon
after
seems
to
and by
their long
wanderings
in
grown accustomed
was nine, and her
to a school
to lovely
When Mary
their parent's
sister
Anna
house
the young
some time
to a school at
Sheffield,
New
In 181 2, she
left
Sheffield,
boy's
school in Uttoxeter,
Thomas
her and
Anna
When
he died, the
girls
seem
to
MARY HOWITT.
have pursued
their studies pretty
much
had
as they liked,
and were
they
which
their father
sister
fitted
up
for
them
younger
and
brother,
They were omnivorous readers, and Mary soon began to write verses herself. In the autumn of i8i8, she first met her future husband, William Howitt, and became engaged to him before the close
of the year.
in her
silk
"On
wearing
my
first
gown
a very
and a
pretty dove-colour
material,
soft,
my
husband took
native county
me
The
year,
Hanley
for nearly a
and
some
visits,
and a tour
in Scotland
books
there.
They pursued
"The
"The
Desolation of
Eyam and
;
Other Poems,"
in
1827
both these
entirely wrapt
up
in her
husband
all
their pursuits
ducted together, and with the exception of a few days now and
again, she
his Australian
journeys.
seems
to
homes
and
delightful.
122
who came
She published
verse,
in
and
in
In 1837, a In
volume of verse
when they
settled at Clapton.
During
their stay in
Mary
one volume.
"
to,
her
sister,
Thou
wilt
tion of
will
membership, signed
this,
it
She
The Heir
left
of
West Waylan."
to
hve
at
They became conUpper Avenue Road, Regents Park. tributors to " Household Words " from its commencement Mary writing many ballads, and both she and her husband
many
trated
stories for
it
Illus-
News,"
" Ladies
magazines.
working hard
Europe."
The
Literature
settled at
to the
Hermitage, Highgate.
She took
at this
time a very
women
against slavery,
The
signatures of the
Sisters
on Slavery," reached the number of 576,000, and Mary Howitt was on the Committee with Lady Shaftesbury and
MARY HOWITT.
Others to get
123
interested herself
up
this address.
In 1856, she
amend
the law
women
this
petition
was
left
they had
become much
interested
their
they
its
pretensions, although
before,
still
holding
the
Faith
as
indeed,
regarding
corroborative
spiritualistic
manifestations
as
strongly
of
Christianity.
until
1870,
when
and
they
left
England
for
their
List,
on
Mary.
silver
The Stockholm
Academy
awarded her a
she
by the Pope
in January, 1888.
filling
she expired, and was buried by the side of her husband in the
Protestant cemetery, by permission of the Cardinal Vicar of
Rome.
great wanderers
they
foot,
weeks or months
at
a time, chiefly on
knew
Their
list
intimately
literary industry
shown by appended
attached, either as
of books.
editor,
Mary
or
name was
author,
translator, to
no
works!
She was
sole
124
husband.
Sketches of Natural History
1834
1836 1838 1839 1840
Wood
and Thrive
1840
1841
1842
1842
the Wiser
Little Coin,
Much
Care
1842
No
1843 1843
My
1844 1844
1845
1845
My Own
Story
Fireside Verses
Poems
1847
The Children's Year The Childhood of Mary Leeson Our Cousins in Ohio The Heir of West Waylan The Dial of Love
Birds and Flowers
1847
1848
1849
185
The Picture Book for the Young M. Howitt's Illustrated Library for the young, Liliesleaf, or Lost and Found Little Arthur's Letters to his Sister Mary The Poet's Children The Story of Little Cristal
Mr. Rudd's Grandchildren
Tales in Prose for
1861
1861
1863 1863
Young People
MARY HOWITT.
Tales in Verse for
125
1865 1867
Pleasant Life
1872
1875 1881 1881
Seasons
and shadow,
Through the
forest
dim and
still
wide.
and small
By By
hall,
still
mill.
Summer music
Happy
is
there flowing
them
all,
Creatures, innocent
Little birds
and small
to drink.
;
come down
Noble
trees beside
them grow.
;
And
In their
waves,
is
dancing.
; ;
;;
;; ; ;
126
Beautiful
and
any
;
Typha
strong,
jet
And
the water-violet.
And
And,
the
plumy meadow-sweet
deep and
stilly,
in places
Sound
forth
welcomes
to the weary,
to day.
Without
stint
and without
stay
Here have
Those
Where
the
little
Down
in valleys
Murmuring
not,
Up
in
mountain-hollows wild.
all
day,
Running
Always
west, or
running
east.
Doing good
to
man and
beast
giving,
weary never,
you
ever.
127
mary howitt.
Philip of Maine.
Scene
^.
thought.
The
Why
not a sovereign
dukedom ?
as
;
Wherefore not
good
shall
as
Duke
is
of Suabia
the path
right before
!
me.
Who Ha
!
does not
my
lord
!"
here he comes
Gaston.
No moment may
Are hence.
be
lost
As
and a rumour
Kronberg.
Has reached
With
a strong
army
Do
dost,
and
rid thyself
!
Of one
Philip.
Thou
Go
thou.
!
Poison or
Gaston.
Nay,
'twill
Philip (feeling at
'Tis sharp
and
true,
r28
would
liefer that
!
And
he
will
Gaston.
I'll
Lord of Maine.
?
My
son
my
son
Philip.
I have.
Lord of Maine.
Nay, do not
tell
me
so.
Philip.
I have.
Lord of Maine.
Didst thou not love his gentle angel daughter?
Remember
her,
his
life.
And
Lord of Maine.
It is
thou
That counsellest
Philip, she gave
deeds
And
Whose hate was't doomed thee to the gallows-tree ? Hence hence thou dost not know, for urgently The hour calls for his blood
!
Lord of Maine.
I leave
thee not.
Till
his life
unto
my
prayer.
Gaston,
Fortune
is
to Philip.
my
lord,
!
mary ho witt.
Philip.
29
I'm ready.
Let's begone.
(
They go out
together).
Lord of Maine.
Then, may the Avenger
ill-gotten
power and
station
:
away
it
Better
Where
'tis
{He goes
out).
Philip.
my heart upbraid me, When thousands lay beneath my conquering step. And from the helmet-crown unto the heel I was dyed crimson why then faints my soul,
I
Of miserable remorse
Ne'er
till
for
this
paid,
When
have conquered
I,
!
my
great enemy,
that
Quailed
or wished
undone aught
was done
steps
But hark
quick, coming
?
:
And
hurried voices
Am
is
grown a coward
Enter Gaston.
Philip
!
Philip
now
Why
in
dreams
Philip.
Whence come
steps
?
Whose
are those
Gaston.
The
castle
; ;
130
How
Gaston.
Even as thou didst By the old rock-path. Hundreds more have entered Thy portals have they fired and hark their cries
;
Hence ; draw
And man
That
the walls.
down
Gaston.
They They
fight
the place
is
fired
!
{A
confused noise,
and yelling
cries
are heard
approaching,
and a
way
in,
WILLIAM HOWITT.
WILLIAM
years
IIOWITT
was
bom
Thomas
a
member
Tantum,
young
Mary Howitt,
"
His
birth-
outer world
feudal
cart,
retaining
many
traces of
rudeness,
and
with
motley assemblage of
humorous, individuals,
my
case,
rather
than
inventive
lad,
quality to
to
whom
nurse, guide,
his brain
excessive study,
carried to
He
use of wine or
spirits,
or the
either
for
pleasure
or
He
He
faith-
work
regular
132
relaxation
exercise.
and
sound body, he
mental or physical
Britain
He
traversed
much
of Great
on
foot, principally to
gather
up personal knowledge
of the Poets."
Places,"
and
He
was
known
its
to
him what
Hence he became
scenery and
familiar with
people as existing
ago.
He had immense
:
sympathy
and
an
fund of humour
with his grey pony Peter Scroggins and his white terrier Pry.
He
where
he remained
verses.
Some
journal in which
Lord Byron's
first effort
After a
short
Tamworth
for a year;
became much
pursuits.
and so
for
home engaged
to
Richard Hallam,
a Mansfield Friend,
carpenter,
who
carried on a
Here he remained
work
he was
his
WILLIAM HOWITT.
his reading,
33
Latin,
and
Italian,
and
the
autumn
paid a
first
visit to
a relative,
Susanna
Frith, at Uttoxeter,
and thus
destined to
.
. .
become my
and
wife.
purchased
it
and on
little
meeting-
house
at Uttoxeter,
at
and we went
Hanley
less
to reside at Hanley."
They stayed
visits to
short
made
a long
tour,
chiefly
on
foot,
Scotland.
On
1823,
went
to live in
Nottingham,
and,
in
published
"
The
in
Forest
Poems."
of
1827, by
"The
Desolation
Eyam and
and
how much
from them.
In December, 1829, the Howitts paid a short
staying at the house of Alaric Watts,
Wiffen's sister Zillah.
visit to
London,
Thomas
celebrities, including
The Book
History of Priestcraft
"
had led
to this appointment.
The
134
considered
Government
to maintain
an
established religion.
in 1836,
had another
North of England
dinner given to
Edinburgh,
at a
Professor Ferrier,
and other
and the
Miller.
artist
William
to
West End
of the
meadow
of their own.
felt
Their
letters at this
time are
full
enjoyment they
in their
country
life.
In 1837, William
and Christianity;"
in 1839,
"The
in 1840, "Visits to
Remarkable Places"
left
In
this
James and
sought
his
wife,
German
friends,
read
German
and followed
German customs.
Remarkable Places
Life in
"
In
(second
series),
Germany."
While
at Heidelberg,
translations of Swedish,
Heidelberg.
1847,
"Homes and
of the
1850,
185 1,
1846,
"Madame
he had
Dene"
novel).
In
become
of
"The
WILLIAM HOWITT.
135
People's Journal," but at the end of the year he grew dissatisfied with it, and in January, 1847, be began " Howitt's Journal ;"
this,
however, like
its
of membership in the Society of At Michaelmas, 1848, they left Clapton, and took a house near Regent's Park, and when Charles Dickens com-
menced the publication of "Household Words," among the earliest contributors to the new venture.
and Mary Howitt
her abode at
left
they were
In June, 1852, William Howitt, with his two sons, sailed for Australia,
the house in
The Hermitage,
Highgate.
William and his son returned, and soon afterwards the Howitts
became
phenomena.
In 1857, they quitted The Hermitage, and took West Hill Lodge, Highgate.
In 1866, they
renting
in
The Orchard,
Lodge,
spent
again.
West Hill
literary labours,
much
time
in
arranging seances
with
Home,
the
spiritualist;
but
new
Howitt's faith in
Christianity,
Rome, where,
wedding.
In
187 1, he published
"The Mad
he interested
While
at
Rome
136
summers
and
at
disease
and
was
Cemetery.
His
life
industry,
written by William
together, or alone,
may be
:
of the Seasons
Book
1831
History of Priestcraft
1833
1835
Pantika (2 vols.)
The
Boy's Country
Book
(ist series)
Visits to
Remarkable Places
Life of
1840
1841
The Student
Visits to
Germany
series)
1842
1842
Germany
1843
1844
1844
1844
1845 1847
of the Poets
The Hall and the Hamlet The Year Book of the Country Madame Dorrington of the Dene
1848
1850
1851
1854 1854
1855 1857
Home
(3 vols.)
i860 1863
WILLIAM HOWITT.
137
etc. (2 vols.)
The History of Discovery in Australia, Woodburn Grange The Northern Heights of London The Mad War-Planet The Religion of Rome
conjunction with his wife,
1865 1867
1869
187
1873
in
many
other volumes.
Spring-flowers.
(From
Book.")
!
Where are ye, one and all ? The sun still shines, and summer rain descends, They call forth flowers, but 'tis not ye they call.
On
By
the mountains,'
the fountains,
But the
spring-flowers,
Where
are ye
would know
When
when summer
'tis
rain descends,
Why
blow
flowers, but
On
By
In the woodlands, dim and grey. Flowers are springing, ever springing.
Oh
then, ye spring-flowers
Up with the soul of nature that ascends. Up with the clouds and odours, one by
O'er the mountains, O'er the fountains,
one ?
138
On
But you
it
cannot wake,
like
Myriads of flowers,
Blaze on the
hills,
and
the brake.
On
the mountains.
Round
the fountains.
In the woodlands, dim and grey. Flowers are springing, ever springing,
But the
spring-flowers,
!
Oh
no more
more
and
and
cold,
frore,
Has
And
Death and
the fountains,
grey.
companions,
Have pursued
Then
oh, ye spring-flowers
all
When the sun shines, and summer rain descends, And call forth flowers, 'tis ye that they shall call On the mountains.
By
the fountains.
In the woodlands, dim and grey. Flowers are springing, souls are singing.
On
heaven's
hills,
Rose
is
Spring
! !
WILLIAM HOWITT.
39
Rose
Rose
is
Near
Open Open
thy leaves,
thy leaves,
And
Lily
!
fill
Lily
awake, awake
The
Lily
!
fairy
I
Lily
!
Oh
bark
afloat.
awake
awake
And
Flowers
Flowers
come
forth,
hills,
'tis
spring
and the
ring,
dells
Fair valley
lilies,
come
forth
and
come
!
forth,
'Tis spring
'tis
spring
And
beauty in
field
and woodland
dwells.
The Departure of the Swallow. And is the swallow gone ? Who beheld it?
Which way
Farewell bade
it
sailed
it
none
go
:
No
mortal saw
it
summer
cheer
fro ?
As
it
flitteth to
and
So the freed
spirit flies
From
its
surrounding clay
It steals
away
skies.
140
Wherefore doth
it
go ?
unknown
alone
is left
We
feel
That a void
below.
Away
is
not partaken
ta'en
:
There
I love in
my mirth to see gladness awaken On lips, and in eyes, that reflect it again. When we sit by the fire that so cheerily blazes On our cozy hearthstone, with its innocent glee, Oh my soul warms, while my eye fondly gazes, To see my delight is partaken by thee
! !
I eagerly listen
How
And
lay.
Yes, love,
even or morning.
Through
I
Because
sight.
And how often in crowds, where a whisper ofifendeth And we fain would express what there might not be
;
said,
How
dear
is
And how
Then away
There
1 love in
is
sweet
is
is
secretly read.
!
not partaken
ta'en
:
my
On
lips,
and
again.
RICHARD HOWITT.
Derbyshire,
says of
1799.
His
:
in her autobiography
sister-in-law,
Mary Howitt,
him
was
my
am
writing
(1823), our
sensitive
He
mind
human
interests.
con-
genial society,
some
poetical
dream
that
when
This reminds
me
'
What
bird
No
reply
several miles, then without uttering another word, the wishedfor information
was given.
He
in literature,
poetry, but
must be choicely
brother
Richard Howitt,
William,
at
first
in
partnership with
his
and afterwards
alone,
Here Wordsworth
his son's
once visited him, here also came James Montgomery and John
Edwards, here Thomas Bailey showed him
MS. of
Thos. Miller and Sidney Giles, Danby and Samuel Plumb, and
all
possessed.
142
great seclusion.
helping him at his work thought him a strange man, and one of
them
give
observed
lost,
the
housekeeper,
He
fancied
Master
completely
when plucking
as
no
reply,
going asleep.'
If silent
and eloquent
When
from
the cottage windows, and for more than an hour the church
bells of his village
were merrily
rung.''
He
published in
won high
King."
praise,
and
in
1840 were
his
followed
by " The
first
Gipsey
Many
of
poems
Mis-
appeared
cellany."
in
"Tait's
In
1839,
Godfrey
Howitt,
emigrated to Australia,
at
where
the
latter
re-
remained and
settled
Notes of a
etc,
Voyage
World, Australian
Poems,"
of his funeral
"On
February 5th
last.
he
lay
robed
for the
tomb
and
in blessing
laying on of hands
dead.
His
relatives
accompanied
the Society
of Friends at
Mansfield."
With a decided
;
lyrical
and many
RICHARD HOWITT.
43
of his brother
and
we
are frequently
met by snatches of
random
No matter where his labours close No matter where his ashes lie
:
A gladsome
I^ike
sight
it is
to see.
tree.
it
seem,
;
The moonlight
dream
A sunset lustre, chased and cold, A pearly splendour, blent with gold
That
in
its
loveliness profound,
The
A lovely
White-hooded,
Some
memory almost
of Wordsworth's.
Southwell
Union Workhouse.
Stand out
You,
Time
No
longer
may
reign as king.
; ; ;
144
shattered
and
rent
And
find
They who have lost life's trial, By fortune beggared and shorn.
Care not
for clock or dial.
'tis
Nor whether
even or morn.
They here by the hour might watch Would hope come to the doorstep Or love lift up the latch.
They have had a
from grief
;
visit
Have
And
The
They
bitter portion of
morrow
;
They weary
So break the
of to-day
hours
May
Death
blindly
ebb away.
is
a visiting justice,
Who
Of all
will
life's
dread
battle,
for safety,
And
anchor
fast
by the grave.
;;
richard howitt.
145
A Soliloquy of Abel.
The
flowers are closing,
first stars
;
in the
deepening blue
river.
The dewy
In crystal drops
On
Few
No more No more
Is,
lies.
the pard no
more
The
mountain home.
And
With
calm might in
all
all
things energy
That thus
The
light that is a
its
Following
Awake,
nightingale
The melody of darkness body forth The songs of loneliness. Now, mighty things Of solemn mood are present now, the earth
;
Is
wake
awake
Silence
And
Awake, that we
10
;:
146
QUAKER POETS OF GREAT BRITAIN AND IRELAND. The night in now thine auditor, Lamps in thy temple of immortal
Sing
!
the
stars
song.
'till
all life
by thee entranced
!
Binding
Fair
is
all
the
dome
of heaven
Burn
a cloud
Dark
And
leaves
Yet, beautiful
night
stirs
and
silence here
;
music
Lead the
God
till
the
full
heart
Pours forth
its
Railway Sonnets.
Rude
I love to see
Though nature seems such trespass to reprove. Though ye the soul of old romance provoke,
I
Thousands of panting
Science pleased.
as suifering ye revoke.
deem
For, thinking
on old roads
Not
summer
fair.
With
rarest flowers
RICHARD HOWITT.
These, touched by railways, wither in despair,
47
Die
in strong light,
crofts,
air.
For gardens,
For
nought
Thank God
it is
so.
Hence,
in order due.
:
To
friend,
end
; ;
THOMAS HUNTON.
THOMAS
Ack worth
1
HUNTON
1
was born
at
Yarmouth on the
at
27th April,
Schools.
81 8,
Rochester and
University in
He
London
first
Friend to do
some
years
a private
tutor,
House
His
1849 to i860
first
he has also
In
contributed
poems
Torquay
in
March
1891.
came down
;
Or more
correctly the
Town
Surveyor
Then from
their
From
The roll of carts and the tramp of men By ''Linden lay the untrodden snow,"
But another
sight
it
was soon
to show,
THOMAS HUNTON.
For out of
the Nest,
49
From From From From From From From From From From
glens,
tens,
many as fingers count, Sunnymead and from Sunnyside, Edenhttrst and from Eventide,
and bright Boveen,
Clareen,
Limefield, Crossfields,
steep Gonvena
and sweet
Rushed
Wellesley
Mary, and
lovely Clare
From
And
strewn
From the Elms a crashing sound was heard, By the war-like blast were the Cedars stirred Many and swift were the balls they sent From Cambrians " snow-white battlement,"
And
A
'TwAS
" I
in the
month of November
When the bright sun said to me, am going my daily journey. Will you my companion be ?
I
Pleasant
it,
For
"
there's
much both
to hear
and
to see."
Thank
you,
ISO
And
And
SO high
is
to hear,
And
And
The Ocean
Gave
forth
rolled around,
melodious sound.
With purple
light
were crowned.
Wide
forests rose
on
by
high.
The
over
rivers glided
all
was stretching
The
" Sure "
'tis
Thus
world to range.
gaze on scenes
;
And,
free
from
fear, to
So wondrous
But
is
fair
and strange
?
back.
arise.
And
With
last, I
Excelling
all
might
not
who would
own
his
sway
Joining in deadly
fight,
THOMAS HUNTON.
15
And
power
Works he has
raised,
there,
And now he
And
tries
my
speed to reach.
He deems
"But
if,"
a task sublime."
said
I,
"he holds
to
the power
fair,
The Earth
Adding
fresh
make more
to land
charms
and
sea,
air
home unchanged
?
retain.
"
And
"Nay,"
Men
Ten
my
face
no more.
And
away
still
are they.
Who
For the
first
time behold
life's
my
light
In their
early morn.
Nor dream
for
And
is it
To
live,
And
"
"
"
152
In thoughtful
mood
No
light of
Which
But
tho'
future changes
bring,
Of change of race I see no trace. But many a change must be. Ere Want and Wrong, and War and Woe,
From yonder Earth shall flee, And homes inured to Sorrow's wail Resound with notes of glee.
I
know not
if
my
Such progress
For not through
to behold,
me
returns to Earth
The
must lend
whose
daily life
Whose
And on
the gloomiest
human
With cheering
"Well
light
can shine."
'tis
said," I cried,
"but now
time
;
Homeward my
"Then,"
course to bend
it
best
Yon rainbow
And
so I did,
My
dream was
an end.
JAMES HURNARD.
JAMES HURNARD
Chelmsford,
in
was born
at
Boreham, a
village near
Essex,
In
had taken a
mill.
his
autobiography
of
the
it
on
their
way
to
embark
in the Society
of Friends
he
did not stay here long, however, as his father, being in business
difficulties,
resolved to
emigrate
to
left
England
in April, 18 19.
Philadelphia, they
set
number increased
when,
a few months.
James Hurnard
by
his
traces his
love of poetry
from
this
period,
mother's
advice,
he
read
left
Falconer's "Shipwreck."
to
at
many of his youthful productions are to be found in the memoir of him edited by his widow. He had an epic about
half finished at this time on the wickedness of war
;
but incited
who
he
had
on the
burned
although with
much
154
earnest,
he says
3rd, 1835.
in the
memoir before
birthday.
My
The
Land,'
cantos of
'
Monthly
my
to to
seem now
tion
be extinguished.
distincI
seems
submitted to
relinquish
write,
my lot. my attachment
I
But
moment
still
to poetry,
and
determined
to
though
He
the
passages
and others
in
the
Law
him
League.
In
poem on
and
which gained a
prize,
to the notice
of Benjamin B. Wiffen,
who wrote
life.
him highly
extolling his
poem, and
this
Hugo
much
of
and
museums,
1866
etc., in
The death
his father in
left
him
entirely at liberty,
became engaged
to
Louisa
hood.
Bowman
Smith,
whom
child-
They were married in 1867, and, after passing their honeymoon in the Isle of Wight, they settled at Colchester, Here he finished the long poem by which he is chiefly known.
"The
In the
same year
And,
in
he bought a
JAMES HURNARD.
lovely country
155
home
for himself at
many
and a
large
at last
and varied
literary
correspondence,
his
seemed
and peaceful, but he fell into and passed away, after only about an hour's
perfectly stable
delicate health,
illness,
on the
26th
February,
1881,
in
the
seventy-third
He
was buried
in the Friends'
Cemetery,
his funeral
kindness and
"
The
Setting
Sun
and
" is
full in
places
of deep thought
true poetry,
and brimful of
originality, but,
a grand work of
art,
and
it
gives
perfect
poem.
Sonnet.
Oh
for a
mind congenial
is
with ray
own
Loving whatever
divine in thought.
Life
is
And
beautiful in vision.
is
short.
My
Oh To
!
youth
for
past,
and
am
still
alone.
untaught.
Forth from
my
One of the true imaginative sort To whom I might, confidingly, make known What glorious pageants sometimes sweep athwart
My
visual range,
and vanish
into nought,
Whither the
poet's
Or must my
life
in loneliness decline ?
156
Sun."
AM
member
sect reviled
and
and flouted
penny-a-liners,
And even learned men who should know better. Men who know little of the things they talk of.
Sects dimly read each other's inner
life,
And
The
so through ignorance misjudge each other; best things in the world are
it
most abused
;
So has
And
yet
members
individually
praise.
A sect in
By
numbers inconsiderable,
in
England
and unwise
regulations,
;
And
sect
little
known,
And
And
For
who
boldly stood
for truth
;
liberty of conscience
and
Who, when more numerous sects shrunk cowardly Into safe garrets, or down into dark cellars. To worship God by stealth, in fear and trembling,
Assembled boldly
Stood in the open
in their meeting-houses.
soldiery.
worship
God
!
and
violence.
Inflicted equally
To dungeons
; ;
JAMES HURNARD.
157
And hundreds
By
cruel usage
and by prison
fevers.
They took
And
human
interference
his Creator
;
And And
in worship,
As superseded by
coming of
Christ,
;
God
human
all its
family
forms
;
Protested against
human
slavery,
for
And
capital
punishment
any crimes
in favour
;
Protested,
Of Of justice,
peace,
and humanity
godliness,
and temperance;
to proclaim the Gospel,
Of woman's mission
And
The
man
Holy Scriptures
And
From "The
. . .
Setting. Sun."
their mission
!
How
How many
And,
Grows
I
158
on the Bench of
Justice,
at
Who
I
home.
With brow
hammering on
a text,
Who
I
had been
better
hammering on a
lapstone.
One
Who
sitting
on a board
British people.
at insolence,
As not
to find disciples to
adopt
it
So shallow,
crass, jejune,
and contradictory.
it,
As not
Write
to find
it,
for
fight for
and
at last
go
mad
for
it.
One
This
fool
is
Slaves
all
slaves all
slaves
all
we
all
are slaves
formed
in youth,
Unnumbered
We
But
all
the world
is
In which
men
JAMES HURNARD.
It is for
59
them
to
choose which
And what they are content to pay for them. Some buy bad bargains when they hope for And others good beyond their expectations.
Experience
is
good,
When you
Some
as
you want
it,
them on.
And some
to luck,
and some
to providence,
WILLIAM KITCHING.
WILLIAM
and
Hopkins
is
1837
at Gainsboro,'
youngest
son of
Kitching.
Schools,
He
was educated
Ackworth and
and
after-
Bootham
Isaac
became
Willis.
Sidcot,
two years
down
for eighteen at
Ackworth
Bristol,
as a senior master.
He
a teacher on the
side at Sidcot.
to
In
1880
known
as
Ackworth Lodge.
to
and he removed
Clevedon where he
resides.
his
The
much
of
it
magazines
and
papers,
amongst
others
"The
Friend,"
" British Friend," " Friends' Review," " Christian," " Herald of
etc., etc.,
In 1893 he published
"Verses
for
my
volume
in
already written.
He
is
many
were written, he
says,
mountains.
WILLIAM KITCHING.
l6l
To THE Reader.
(Prefixed to Verses for
my
Friends).
Tho'
They may
surely good.
And
The many faults that must appear. Nor let thy strokes be too severe. May peace within thy bosom dwell
Throughout
life's
journey.
Friend, farewell
From Nature's
Music.
The
The midnight
Their
fertile
star-bespangled sky
fancy woke.
that soothing sourtds
Until they
deemed
The
And
Where
is
heard
We
The
hear
in
some
fountain's
fall,
Or
trill
of tiny bird.
roll
Its
The patter of the falling rain The air with music fills.
62
When musing on
The
ocean waves
Is music, too, to
me
The
I
breeze that
stirs
And
may howl
'Tis
music
in
mine
ear.
cuckoo
with joy
to thy strains
listened
when a
boy.
The sea-mew screaming o'er the wave. The swift upon the wing, Remind me of those bygone years, The joyous days of spring.
Ah
then
full oft
still
small voice,
Like music
Played
o'er
soft
and
low.
my
spirit's
tender strings,
And
MARY LEADBEATER.
MARY
LEADBEATER
She was
Wrightson, a
man
of great
ability.
father,
and paid
town
and
its
owner,
down
at
Ballitore.
William
Leadbeater,
of
who
Huguenot family
Le
in
Batre,
and
and
poems on
" divine
odes.''
Carlow on Christmas Day, 1796, when news arrived that the French fleet had been seen off Bantryj and
She was
in
first
by yeomen and
soldiers,
by
insurgents
it
164
Book
of the CEneid.
In
Irish
181
1,
she published
"Cottage
dialogues
among
the
editions
Landlord's
Friend,"
which
In
was
"Cottage
Dialogues."
1814,
"Tales
Cottagers"
this
is
play,
"Honesty
the
In
1822,
she
published
Her
biographical
notices
of
members
of the
Society
is
of
summary of their spiritual lives, with Her last work, " The Pedlar's Tale,"
She also wrote a
tales,
was pubHshed
in
1824.
large
number of
many
of which appeared
various periodicals.
Beside
Edmund
Thomas
She died
at
Quaker
burial-
ground
there.
Her
vols.),
best
perhaps, "the
until
Annals of
Ballitore" (2
1862; the
On THE Death
'Tis o'er
of
Edmund Burke.
in endless night.
that
lamp
is
quench'd
Which Nature kindled at her purest flame, By Science fann'd, if Science could enhance
A genius
No,
'tis
not quench'd
lives,
165
And
Shall
it
That
on earth
to shine
no more.
On
dry,
Which with commanding force o'erwhelm'd O mourn for this, that from a barren world
Such excellence
is
the mind.
fled
silent tear.
calls to
mind
;
The
and pleasing
scene.
pain.
To
and domestic
all
he shone.
liberal
Dispense unboasting
and
to haggard eyes,
pain,
Bedimm'd with
poverty,
and
and
care,
The
and hope
restore.
Prompt to forgive and ready to atone. Were his. And O, how close the tender ties Of father, husband, brother, bound his heart
Why
Alas
he mourns
brother's fate,
By death
Yet
still
relentless sever'd
Of a
and on
whom
To manhood's
ripen'd bloom,
and now
retir'd
66
his sphere
avail.
Ah, what
The throbbing temple smote, and soon dislodg'd From the frail tenement the spark divine.
O O
blasted
hope
O
!
childless parents
mourning
o'er the
tomb
!
Where duteous love, cold and unconscious lies Of pangs that filial heart had bled to heal The blow was struck, and life's delights were o'er.
Three suns
roll'd joyless o'er that
honour'd head
survey'd
fear,
The op'ning scenes of hope and rest secure, Where sorrows cease, and tears are wip'd away For well that meek, that noble spirit knew This meed, which fame nor genius dare demand Though great his claim on both, a higher claim,
:
DIVINE PHILANTHROPY,
he held on
thee.
ntag
tltg
makhkss
tooia,
mber more
0ha.ll
charm
Xsxxtzixml ^ars,
^h'
imtitortal rhtrirs of
^alklujah join
M.p.
WILLIAM
HENRY LEATHAM
He
the nine children of William Leatham, the banker, and author of " Letters on the Currency," which had attracted a good deal
of favourable notice.
One
of his sisters
became the
wife of
John
Bright,
banker.
and another married Joseph Gurney Barclay, the W. H. Leatham was educated at Bruce Grove,
at Darlington,
tutor.
Tottenham, and
studies
his
with a private
made a
partner in 1836.
In
85
he
left
two of
his sons
hfi
In 1835
his
made
return
poems
at
brief
intervals.
He
married in 1839
Priscilla,
fourth
daughter of
member
and
in
1852 he
at the
his
for bribery,
show
its
l68
him
He
he was returned
W. Riding
of Yorkshire.
now
its
in possession
much time
to
improvement,
and
Commission of Peace
afterwards,
in
After his
and Deputy-Chairman of Quarter Sessions in 1870. partner, Mr. Tew, died, he became Chairman of
and national
he also delivered many
and the
list
of his
principal
publications
His
;
real
worth
it
is
marked by
but
well
its
and so
died
known and
social labours,
how
true a poet
he was.
He
November, 1889.
Traveller's
Thoughts
1837
The
1838 1839
1841 1841
Sandal
Olden Time
The
Siege of Granada
Emilia Monteiro
Strafford, a
1841
Tragedy
1842
Cromwell, a
Drama
1843 1843
The Widow and the Earl The Batucaes and other Poems
1844
M.P.
169
Montezuma The Red Hand and other Poems Life hath many Mysteries Selections from Lesser Poems
Later volume of Selections
1845
1845
1847 1855
1879
Two
volumes of Lectures
Life's Enigma.
when we
Then
Through
fantastic, airy
dreams.
Then we meet
Hear them speak, and see them Morning snaps the magic chain
Time and
Then we
Life's
Thoughts unbidden
smile,
One is Which
the real
Body, so alive
What can
sentient
life
do more
sin,
lyo
strife
when
it
lies
Dead
may
rise ?
Look
Is
it
at
yonder giant
its
tree,
germ must
?
be,
What
matter
? all
we
see.
Touch, or
taste's a
mystery
How
Mind
some may
say.
Mind,
ethereal,
cannot be
property
free.
Else than
spirit's
My
Sweet,
Sister.
!
my
sister
sweet to
me
!
Dimly through
Thy
I
Turned
How
it
Weepings
and joy
at last
How
From
it
beckons us away,
trifles
the
of to-day
WILLIAM HENRY LEATHAM,
Sweet,
Is the
M.P.
17
my
sister
sweet to
me
!
All
Thou hast left a track behind who follow thee must find
Simple
faith
and
truthful love
to realms above,
life
rife.
And
Is with roseate
perfume
Beautiful that
life
appears
As
it
glimmers through
my
tears.
Memory
They
Is the
Sweet,
my
sister
sweet to me.
London Lodgings.
Mem'ry
!
what of London
tell?
what
of
London ?
Canst thou
Of palaces and courts, where rank and fashion dwell Of music rich and rare of beauty dressed for show Of eloquence in senates, fired with patriot's glow Of military pomp of parks, alive with flowers Of carriages and horses of light, convivial hours Of worship, in dim aisles of throng'd and lighted streets Of chill, November fogs of sultry summer heats Of these can mem'ry tell but they form but part of life, 'Tis of the daily spot we dwell in that memory is rife.
;
Out from
Where
But
it
the eye
roar
may view
the thronging
is
home
know
tell.
full well,
Of
that
spot in London,
my memory
can
172
I
mount the
hearth
sits
is
My
trimly swept
little
street.
There
the
Milliner,
who never
ceases work
in his cage, as
gaudy as a Turk.
My
letters lie
unopen'd
The easy chair is set for me its arms are open'd wide. Then soon the cocoa-pot comes in the curtains
snugly
drawn
Who
says a
London Lodging
is
cheerless
and
forlorn
THOMAS
LISTER.
^p HO MAS
-L
LISTER,
He
was
employed
in
the
linen
industry
carried
on
at
Barnsley.
Thomas was
and but
for the
kind care of
manhood.
He
went to Ackworth
in
182 1,
astonishing
athletic
feats
and great
in every
physical courage.
He
way, on the
first
evening of his
he mounted a
wall,
from
He
and outdoor
life,
which
After leaving
driving a
he worked with
cart,
some
as
years,
horse and
hat,
on Homer
he drove along.
In
he
was
introduced to Lord
latter
Morpeth
at
the
of Barnsley.
174
SO
was
given
to
another.
In
1839,
however,
made
Postmaster, which
he retained
until 1870.
In 1834, he published
"The
Ebenezer
Elliott,
he made a
tour, chiefly
on
foot,
through the
Lake
District
and
into Scotland,
artist.
through France,
wrote
Italy, Switzerland,
many
of his
poems
for Tait's
"Rhymes
of
He
also
contributed
to
many
papers on
natural
and meteorology
various publications.
He
had
He
meetings,
the
and points of
interest in
He was
Institute
He
Hannah
Schofield,
who proved
perfect helpmate
family.
and companion
had no
He
and
Thomas
nature,
Lister
said to have
made
point
of being
to
to
every very
celebrated person
who came
visitors, as
Barnsley
this
was
agreeable to most
interesting
companion
possible,
questions, full of
thomas
lister.
75
Hope-lov'd
in
memory
treasur'd dear
When friends, long parted, warmly greet. And bonds of love, more kindly meet, And age once more seems young,
Tells of a fond-remember'd time,
When
Hail
!
life
exulted in
its
prime.
Here
walls,
And
Those
ye mead-loving streams.
cupolas,
Plays bright,
Gigantic in embrace
Whose wings on
To
The
The green that sport-inviting ground. The shed where skippers lightly bound.
While whizz
To
me,
like
Who
And knew
its
swift before
me
brings
;
The
When
The
here the
Mov'd by the
foundling's tears.
17.6
And And
Pity,
of higher
birth,
earth.
To
here, the
mind
confin'd,
:
noble throne
people came
Reproach and
humbly good,
They bow'd
to
One
alone.
Within
by guardians kind.
Truth the mind,
to store with
And
The
fair,
Beauty unplum'd
here
Who,
strong in
toil,
unflinching, bold,
Walk'd
firm, with
Truth severe.
them in their morn of storm. Heaven was their light their guide So long as men on Heaven rely, They will the worst of foes defy
Strife
fraud ensnaring
pride.
Thus warm my
feelings as I gaze
On
THOMAS
LISTER.
177
Where my young mind acquir'd The seeds of that augmenting store, Which daily culture ripen'd more,
While glowing hope
Yet, here, what hours I
inspir'd.
mourn
as lost
aspir'd.
fir'd,
By some Too
Where'er around
my
:
eyes,
arise,
What
A rapid,
The well-known grounds I traverse o'er. Each room each favourite haunt explore,
I feel
a boy again.
The
With
youngsters, eyeing
my
advance.
Unknown
Save that
to
me
each prying
face,
The
To
thee,
First
first
Found Flower.
of spring's
young
race.
The
mine eye
in
golden dye,
Or primrose
pale unveils
its
modest face
first
To
place.
earliest of the
band,
after
Remembrance
of past pleasures
moments
bland,
12
178
Thy The
lowly virtues
Who
Thee
CHARLES LLOYD.
12th
eldest son
of Charles
Lloyd,
the
well-known
epistles
of Horace.
He
and was
but having
literary tastes,
first
he strongly objected
to this,
and
in
1795 he published a
volume of poems
at Carlisle.
obtain
subscribers
to
his
he
ofifered
him
^80
daily instruction.
at
For some
little
Kingsdown,
Bristol,
and
at the close of
It
believed
that
To
and
Young Man of Fortune,'' were addressed to The latter had already printed, ready for Charles Lloyd. publication in London, a volume of elegiac verse to the memory
To
of
his
grandmother,
Priscilla
Farmer;
this
volume
was
Soon
Nether
his
fits,
Lamb's
He
summer
of 1797.
In the autumn of
appended
l8o
poems,
This
He
declaring
it
was only
to
Lloyd published
1797 "
Edmund
In
and
Charles Lamb."
whom
he eloped by
less a
employing, according to
De
Quincey, no
!
person
lived
first
at Barnwell,
near Cambridge,
some
however, he took
Low
his
acquaintance in 1807.
time perfectly happy
;
He
father
at
this
;
his
made him
good allowance
he was surrounded by a
De
Quincey,
He
carried
on a
lively
began to
suffer
from
distressing
illness.
auditory
which
His translation of
Alfieri,
howit
in the Quarterly.
be confined in an asylum
in 1818,
found
his
CHARLES LLOYD.
way
to Westmoreland,
l8l
at
De
Quincey's
cottage.
De Quincey
to convince
afterwards told
Woodhouse
and
to
him
He
said to
and children
He
seems
have been
afflicted in
much De
wife
to
London.
Here he seems
in a
to
beneficially affected
Rob Roy,
and
this
he expressed
" Reminiscences."
1821
"Desultory
Thoughts
Poems,"
in
London," "Titus
and
Gisippus,
and
other
and
"The
Duke d'Ormond,"
volume of poems.
His
latter
but
he could
still
and
acumen.
de Santd, near
his wife
De Quincey
descriptive
and sentimental
powers.
pensiveness,
and also
his
gift
is
He
of analysis,
and
His poetry
very powerful in
Stanzas.
Oh,
l82
The Dryad sheltered from noon's By leafy canopy the Naiad's days
;
scorching rays
Stealing by gently
wedded
;
to
some
spring,
Of twilight in the vale is lingering, The Oread from the mountain-tops the
Oh, that a man might hope
to pass his
sunrise welcoming.
life,
Where
Is
and
alder, the
strife
proud sun
known not
life,
His moral
and
that of nature,
one
Where fragrant thyme, and crisped The ground, all memory of the world
heath-bells prank
to shun,
And
music drank.
God
of Nature thank.
My God
And
It will
some
treasure,
yet to those
who cannot
prize
its
Far from
perturbation and
its
pleasure.
its
!
No
measure
mock your
efforts
pays the fool the least that worships her the best.
Yet,
if
ye forego
Her haunts, and all her trammels set aside, Though 'tis her joy ungratefully to throw
Scorn on her slaves, her vassals to deride
" Hewers of wood, drawers of water," plied
With
She
will
daily drudgery
know
CHARLES LLOYD.
Still
83
And by
her whispers
foul,
make
solitude a hell
Therefore breathed
years
Long parted, beings were supposed to live Exempt from human ties; from human tears. And human joys endowed with a reprieve
From
So
I
me Oh,
Liberty,
with thee
to
weave
were heaven to
!
air,
me
To dream
When Heaven
In a perpetual wilderness
to
move
;
for
whom
Some
are there
them
fly.
Oh Oh
for
Where rumour
!
come
for a cave
Eternal music
Incessantly,
And
Oh, could
No
The
the
earth.
air
though
make
mirth.
184
are,
The music
Flowers of
of
all
waters
this isle,
Should be by
I
me
would have
lovers in
my
solitude
all
good
find.
And
Oh
As
thou
first
E'en were /
to
suppose nothing
worth possessing
lot.
;
A
I
cold hand
Whence,
on me
it
tell
And
some small
cell,
hell.
ELIZABETH
S.
LUCAS.
in
ELIZABETH
S.
LUCAS
was born
January, 1816, at
;
she belongs to
in
of
whom
a notice
may be
Biography
verse to "
&
Co.).
for
Elizabeth
many
years a contributor of
The
She obtained a
prize in
1846
for
poem on
The
Vain
is
Lord's Si/pper.
If Jesus
be not there
His sacred
!
feast to share.
Oh who amid
Shall dare to
make
to
a shadowy
rite,
Our passport
His Love ?
To
all
He
These
Lord
are fed.
;; ;
1 86
The manna
Heaven
To
Spirit
and
life
the words
He
spake,
Enjoining us to feed
On Him,
Lord
Our sustenance
Till sanctified
to be
we
find at last.
Eternal
life
with Thee.
A
Sleep,
German.
my boy
Madly heaves
Dream
Ready
!
See
Hush oh, hush ye angry deeps how soft my baby sleeps. Ha, how waves contending dash
! !
crash.
my
boy,
till
ocean's breast,
is
rocked to
rest
beams of day
good
night,
Weeps thy mother's wakeful eye Oh, how sweet his peace must be,
Who
in
MARY
E.
MANNERS.
is
THIS
of the
and
Louisa
Wallis
Manners.
Her
father,
who
Ward
City of London.
Surrey,
Mary
and has
Croydon
who have since removed who have done so much for the education of our younger Friends. Many of her humorous pieces made
Reading, and
their first
called
"Our
poem appeared
in
"Sylvia's
Home
she
is
Caterpillar,''
The Summer
by
number
attracted
of
"The
Boy's
Own
immediately
recited
mirthful
attention,
to reciters
and
"The Bishop
and the
Caterpillar
&
Co., in 1892.'
many pieces
for "
The
Christian
"The
Literary World,"
Paper,'' etc.,
"The Family
Circle,"
"The
Woman's Penny
She contemplates publishing another collection of her poems in book form by-and-bye, but can fix no date for its appearance.
"The Bishop and the Caterpillar" and " Pickled Cockles" from "The Boy's Own Paper," by special permission
I
have quoted
of the
editor.
88
The whole
book
is
and
innocent laughter, so
perception, with
full,
too,
of clever rhyming
that
is it
and acute
and
laughter,
It is
not often
we
scenes,
moments
enabled us to do
at the
less
peculiarities of her
sect
its
we
feel
that she
;
is
none the
" excellent
staunch Friend in
essentials
like the
young
fairy,
Quaker
until
''
meaning of
life
and Nature,
the sound of
And
the songs of
Seemed no longer
Pickled Cockles:
A Quaker
When Quaker
Story.
" days.
Had
Was heard in every Friendly greeting. And not merely reserved for " Preparative
When
and young
Declined to bow,
And
thought a song
;
no doubt,)
just outside a
suburban town
;
;
;;
MARY
E.
MANNERS.
189
Now
softest of drabs and most dove-like greys With the whitest of caps on her silver hair,
In the
And
Most
and
free
from blame
neatly folded
in,
;
And kept in its place by a white-headed pin The sweet placid face, 'neath the silver hair
(Showing
lines of sorrow, but
none of
care).
Looked out from a bonnet quaint and shady, She was what one might call a real " Quaker Lady,"
Thy excuse, gentle spirit, I apprehend Thou wert what's better still, a true " Woman
Tabitha Brown was well skilled
in the arts
;
Friend.'
Of making pies, and puddings, and tarts Of pickling, preserving, and baking, and brewing Of boiling and roasting, and frying and stewing,
Cheese-pressing and churning
In
all sorts
of learning
Connected with
In
thrifty
household ways,
all praise.
From a whole-meal
While
for dusting
and rubbing.
"-
And And
For
subjecting
swilling
all
and mopping,
For turning the furniture out of the rooms. For shaking of beds and
for beating of chairs.
stairs
and
kettles,
And
made
of bright metals
go
termed "elbow-grease.''
Emery paper
(or
like
Phoebe Jane
will, I think,
grasp
my
meaning.
She kept up
But no Quaker dress could make her look prim And, notwithstanding her " Friendly " gown. She
failed to
on Phoebe, Jane;
stray
would sometimes
in a
They only curled tighter than Her temper, too, was none of
before.
the best
And
Her
if
Her
(It
feelings expressed
must be confessed)
in her diary
And
" P.
heart
it is
temper
is fiery."
third,
!
A jackdaw,
From
the day he
parental nest
And
strain
As Tabitha Brown
I9I
MARY
E.
MANNERS.
speak
"stairs,"
And
Bonn "
"
on the Rhine."
He knew how
On
points of
to
behave
were sensitive
decorum
his feelings
Had
To
That he
be there."
Can
Which
(Pray
is
And a failing bad He once had had, common to all his species and
it
genus
let
He
To
"mine" and
"thine."
On
He
would suddenly
seize
And convey them to places not reached To the top of tall trees.
Rocked by
Or
to crannies
Of cold made
it
freeze,
:;
192
And And
She sent
this
fees.
And
Tabitha gently
said,
"Thee know.
We
I
do not think
of
all
occur again."
Now
Brown
rest,
possessed.
Had
for years
'Twas
declare.
When
That
fare,
this dish
On the rapid consumption of puddings and And showed, indeed, very small reserve
In the matter of marmalade and preserve,
pies.
mind,"
On
That the
filled to
the brim
in orderly trim.
;
Was
in truth half
empty
and
in
some pain
again."
She mentioned
the fact to
Phoebe Jane
come round
cross.
toss,
know
Of pickled
cockles."
Yet
still
alas
'tis
very true
"
; ;
;;
MARY
E.
MANNERS.
93
That neither mistress nor maid could guess How day by day the store grew less
Of
pickled cockles.
it
And
And
"I
into her
head
said,
didn't believe
what she
know
On
pickled cockles."
that she
Had
Phoebe
Of
One Was
afternoon
filling
the
little
On
The
kettle
falls,
Over jackdaw,
grate,
and kitchen
floor
And Phoebe cries, with excited feeling, " Oh PViend, I see that thee've been stealing
!
The
pickled cockles
The poor jackdaw became very bald From the dire effects of that terrible
scald
He
fright,
And
he never
after
Of
pickled cockles.
this
poor
little
bird
Never opened
his
mouth
to speak a
word
At the end of
Which caused
194
As
strict
was straight
at
He
And
name
Now
this
"weighty Friend"
to attend
Came up
The famed "Yearly Meeting," of which you have Which begins, so Friends say,
"
heard,
On
the
first
Fourth day
Which
Of
That
Pray
Might
venture to say
this is rather a
roundabout way
Of
Wednesday
in
May ?
Most
had met
to dine
At Tabitha Brown's.
Nathaniel Pratt,
sat.
Who
Still
on the
right
Began
to think that he
now was
free
To To
some degree
to
So he took
and exposed
view
I assure you,
model
for
Giunta of Pisa,
Who
loved to paint
A
As bald
benevolent saint
MARY
E.
MANNERS.
laurel rare
95
Which
To
The jackdaw, whom nobody thought of heeding, Took a lively interest in the proceeding
was plain to
effect, as
jackdaws.
That
With a knowing
air
He
Of
who had
And
pity sincere
I see
The pickled
Moral.
Don't
And
if in
late
Mrs. Beeton.
Caterpillar.
:
;:
;!
196
And
highly distinguished
company
his
See
And
there below,
A
Sat the dear
goodly show,
school-children,
He
And
then to complete
The pleasure sweet Of those nice little children so pretty and He'd invited them to a magnificent treat
neat.
And
With
(The
filled
little
ones
visions of cakes,
Sally
Lunns,"
Of oceans
of
tea,
penny
ones).
think
have read.
it is
Or
I
I
at least
said
put
it
to you,
it is
don't say
true,
But
I
if
for
my own
private view,
:
From
mischief in bed
!"
spell.
And
For boys
and the
girls
but
'tis
needless to say
'tis
well
known
That
girls
; -
MARY
E.
MANNERS.
97
Now
And
hand
He
man
finest
He'd
and
his
He
And
proceeded
nice
at
try
Of those
little
Each
child
knew
it
its
name.
And who
gave
the same,
And
Nor
all
Which
his
less
found
That they knew the date when our Queen was crowned,
And And
the
number
is
of pence which
make up
pound bound
;
round
And
Ed,
cried.
In a tone of pride,
"You
bright
little
dears,
"And now
I trust
that
will
my
you
make
me
a friend
198
You've answered
my
questions,
and
'tis
but
fair
That
So
if
I in replying
there
is
Pray ask
I'm sure
me
it
about
it
before I go.
greatest pleasure
To add
It
steal
But boldly
try.
Which is the cleverer, you or I !" Thus amusement with learning jealously blending, His Lordship made of his speech an ending And a murmur went round of " How condescending
But one bright
If his
little
!"
jot
He
got?"
Now
But
knowledge
Was
less
He knew
nothing about
its
legs at all
great or small,
six,
One hundred,
So he
felt
or
five,
or sixty, or
MARY
"
E.
MANNERS.
boy,
!
99
The
Caterpillar,
my
dear
little
Is the
emblem
from
It bursts It
shell
on a bright green
feels
leaf,
it
no
grief."
Then he turned to the Rector, and whispered low, " Mr. Rector, how many ? You surely must know.''
But the Rector gravely shook
his head,
He
faintest idea,
he
said.
And in tones paternal took up the strain "The Caterpillar, dear children, see. On its bright green leaf from care lives free, And it eats, and eats, and grows bigger and
(Perhaps the Curates can state the figure ?)"
bigger,
Though he
" So
it
felt
eats,
and
he knows)."
Was not the sort he had " And when it has eaten
It spins for itself
learned at College.
soft
cocoon,
chrysalis
spell
And
I
then
it
becomes a
me
this ?
word
to spell
if
she can
tell)."
said, as
and
little
And
And
it
20O
He
He
But he thought
was
sight
at his wit's
end
nearly not
quite,
his eye,
at least
He
he would
:
try
Then he
And
if
So he said
Go down
And
stop
all
I don't care
who.
Anyone
will
do
The old woman The little boys playing with marbles and tops. Or respectable people who deal at the shops The crossing sweeper, the organ grinder. Ask any or all.
selling loUipops,
Short or
tall.
it
Great or small,
matters not
How many The Beadle bowed, and was off like a shot From a pop-gun fired, or that classical arrow Which flew from the bow of the wicked cock-sparrow.
legs has a Caterpillar got ?"
Now
And
waiting meanwhile,
Remarks applied
(They were spoken
aside)
To
"
The
doomed
to sleep
For months
"
MARY
It
E.
MANNERS.
And
To
waggles
fail
its
head,
Your utmost
would surely
its tail.
When
And
the earth
is
When
And
When
The
all is
seen
brightest sheen
is
When
green
Then
The
insect awakes,
its
To
way
it
takes
did not
die.
It soars
on high,
butterfly
!
bright
and a beauteous
He
And
close.
!"
Whispered,
and
sadly, "
Nobody knows
vain.
fain
;
The Bishop saw his last hope was But to make the best of it he was
Prepared to learn from
all
we
see.
And
Fill
beautiful thoughts of
and boy
not care.
Oh, ponder on
and you
will
To know
Of
legs
When
202
Yet
tell,
far
me
well."
Then he looked around with benignant Nor long did he wait for the reply,
For the bright
little
eye.
"
To
all
who have
Of two
you beware
many
sufficient, or
Don't
let
them go
in for examination.
Or the
May be
Though your schooldays are ended, and But honestly say, when the case is so,
"This
thing,
my
For they
really
must
JOHN MARRIOTT.
JOHN
MARRIOTT
was born
at
1
Edgend, a small
village
762.
He
received a very
in his studies,
especially in his
He
was of
a gentle
and amiable
somewhat saddened by an
spent
He
much
of his time in
and writing
inscriptions
on
trees,
in beautifying
wilderness.''
and improving
"a
little
who is described as a In 179s he married Ann very worthy and amiable young woman, and they began their
Wilson,
married
life
which terminated
in his
He
left
a widow
and one
little
son.
to a beloved cousin
who
One
simple
effort
The tuneful cadence and the measured Then sleep, for ever sleep, my vocal shell.
For thou hast sounded
;
have sung
in vain
grace
my
lay.
And
gratitude's,
Still
204
When one fond hope has long the heart amused, And many a year supplied its darling theme,
O'er
all its
In
all its
beam
foolish,
torn.
How
How
Ah
wound
severe.
!
How
all its
my
feelings
mind have
I.
Amanda
Whose wishes rise above this changeful sphere. Whose hopes are fixed where endless sunshine
Yes, though herself the noblest path has trod.
reigns
The
She
still
will pity,
praise.
When on
In vain, to fright
my
many
As
if
my
life
to
As
if
my
death would
damp
When yielding reason helpless dropt the rein, Hushed my vain tremors, smoothed my questions wild, And calmed the tumults of my erring brain.
JOHN MARRIOTT.
205
still
increasing grief
Quench
Should
e'er
A poor lymphatick
Say, wouldst thou
fly
me ?
no
would
aid.
still.
thrill
eschew
!
The
For
oft the
to rue
refined.
live,
The
Still
entire
give,
Nor
turbulence destroy
Too
mind
wishes have
I to
repay
?
?
May
these,
my
friend,
Ample
lay.
glow
;
Those
for
Amanda
Conclusive
Grief, gratitude,
this, if right
my
heart forbade.
and
must sure
retain.
Yet
my vocal
I
shell.
have sung
in vain.
; ;
MARY MOLLINEUX.
was born
in 165
1,
and married
Mollineux, with
whom
she
She died
in
November, 1695.
in her
edition
the
day,
in her
Childhood, was
much
afflicted
made
employment of
quick, witty,
and being of a
and studiously
up
in
to
sex
and made a
in the best
Arithmetick
for she
;
to
Wisdom
as
into divers
. .
and
tho'
Verse
is
not so
Prose,
as
of
the age
to separate
more Refined
;
and
raise the
MARY MOLLINEUX.
airy
207
Fancy with
strains of Wit,
to avoid."
From
occasion,
chaplain,
one
Bishop
Stratford's
to him, " I
makes her
mad."
as a doctor,
husband
sick
among
and
good
who were
learned,
and poor.
who,
spirits,
gift
grace,
gracious, fascinating
poet, a healer, a
classical scholar,
and a most loving and beloved wife and mother, are yet
perfectly simple
and lowly
in their
minds
had of
her,
who knew
and
her qualifications."
only forty-four,
leaving "
had no
My
Love and my
Her poetry
is
the
beautiful
and musical
spirit of
an
uncommon
resignation
Her
collected
poems were
published after her death, and the volume was entitled " Fruits
of Retirement," the book bears date 1702.
Contemplation.
My
Life,
My
Love,
my
Joy,
Who
2o8
The Thy
and
flourish,
To
th'
who
The time
Of Thy
that
is
employ'd
In holy Meditation
Prevailing Love,
The
it is
enjoy'd)
Improv'd
for this
To
true Content
Alas, Alas
this
Day
away
Seems almost
past
What
Doth hide
shall I say ?
My
Love
his face
from me.
Who
Ah,
Sorrows in Perplexity
and Groans
Shall
call
prevail to
move
Unto Compassion ?
My
No To
drooping Spirit
And
ease
!
cry,
Entrance, no Access,
my
Heart
in great Distress ?
Ah, Lord
How
long canst
Thou
forbear to hear
Whose Omnipotency
Is
Omnipresent ?
though
Yea
surely,
it
MARY MOLLINEUX.
when we Have slighted Thee, Or to thine enemy inclined, Or have not kept retired, Nor fervently desired
Especially
2O9
Thy Presence
Worthy
with a right
composed Mind.
art
thou to be
Fervency,
Sought to
in
The
Expectation cannot
fail.
Thy
sweet Encouragement,
and Distrust
that can
faithfully
to
Man.
O
At
teach
th'
my
Soul to wait
In holy Fear
So to be found
AMELIA
OPIE.
Norwich, on November 12th,
AMELIA
1769.
fifteen,
OPIE
was born
at
house.
Amelia was a
clever, lively,
and accomplished
girl,
after
Norwich
at that time.
to
and
skeletons, so her
to
made
One
of
my
earliest recollections,"
my
that
bed before
my
hour of
rising
had heard
skies,
and
home
artist,
and encouraged
by him published
in
in
1801 a
tale,
1802 "Poems."
The Opies
London
literary
after their
marriage,
and
artistic
nV
and correspondents.
would stay
society
letter
to
friend
" If I
home
my
husband would be
AMELIA OPIE.
merry from morning
till
211
night a
lover
She was
frame,
particularly
;
in her old
and mounted
dress.
flew about
round her
room, as she
sat there in a
prim
Quaker
at the
Norwich Unitarian
Chapel, where her uncle was for ten years the minister, and
literary
attended.
of
she
returned to live with her father, and went with him to this
In
member
of the
Quaker
Gurney
dress.
John
herself constrained to
I
make an open
remember her
telling
me
mind
in the
and acquaintances by
their plain
A
she
"a
lonely
woman,"
as
many
and charming,
The
vision
when he sprang up
rested until she
exclaiming, "
his wife,
Who
that ?"
to
and never
have drawn
S.
became
seems always
:
the
C. Halls
and was
Norwich.
; !!
212
Her
though
were
published them,
Go Youth
and
Beloved,"
and It was
Sir
highly
praised
both
by
Sydney
Song.
Smith
James
Mackintosh.
in distant lands.
New
To
Thy
friends,
new
hopes,
new
joys to find
fairer maids,
youth to share.
lot
humble prayer
me
not, forget
me
not
distress
my
Too painful to thy feelings be. Heed not the wish I now express, Nor ever deign to think on me
But oh
!
if
If want,
sickness be thy
lot,
And
me
not, forget
me
not
A
Could Could
ne'er
Lament.
partial glance
failings see
my numerous
still
untired.
me
And
which whene'er,
Still
roamed,
for
my
return.
213
AMELIA OPIE.
There was a
lip
My
heartfelt gladness.
And
thence
its
dearest joys
it
drew.
oft for
me
With anxious
fears
would overflow
And wept and prayed for me, and sought From future ills to guard but now.
is
closed,
and deaf
that ear.
for ever
1
lip
And
sever
And
lost to
me
all
Which loved my
And, oh
!
of
me.
Now
Till
I,
must
tread,
He who
In mercy bids
me
O
And
As
cry.
"Thy
place on high."
214
leaf,
parent
tide,
tree,
down
life's
stormy
That awful
Still,
tide
Lord
to
Thee
I tread
my
breast
though
a weary way,
I trust that
he
mourn
is blest
ELLEN
'
CLARE PEARSON
(the
is
the daughter of
WiUiam
Ellen,
Miller
well-known
line-engraver)
and of
wife,
and was
born
at
Edinburgh
in
1839.
She married
in
1873 Kdward
Pearson of Wilmslow.
and
Palestine,
" Eastern
and wrote
Edinburgh.
record
of
their
journeys
entitled,
W. Oliphant
&
Co.,
succeeded
in interesting
Friends of
now known
as
to the
letters
of
sympathy
for
the suffering
They
in
also
much
similar
religious
Out of
this
journey
Paris,
and
other
of
in
different
parts
of
France,
in
Many
John
Ellen
Clare
Pearson's
also
in
form,
and
in
1894
a
London)
"
published
entitled
A Dream
of a
Many
book.
2l6
"Awake and
Sing,
Ye That Dwell
XXVI., 19.)
in
the Dust."
(ISA.
Underneath
Where
made
By
Of
the sun
the spell
and
breeze, I lay
On
an early
Summer
far
day,
away
Down
the dell.
in the
Damp
the
moss grew
:
nooks,
Overhead
All around a
dreamy glow
Waved the branches to and fro. As the wind would come and go.
Fancy-led.
And
Low and
Softest
clear.
music seemed to
steal
To mine
Not the sound Not of stream,
ear.
Yet more
All
near.
among
'Neath the
Flowers of
fairest
From the petals, lightly swung, Of the hyacinth, that hung Her blue bells, which softly rung
On
the breeze.
21
And
this
music seemed to
swpll,
Faintly heard,
From each
"
Lightly stirred,
Oh
a joyous
its
life is
ours
hours.
With
golden
Summer
!
When
Warms
Music
the
air.
Then we
Clothe us in our
Summer bloom,
fair.
Fresh and
To
free,
Oh
a gladsome
life
The Winter
long.
And though
Wild and
safe retreat,
Feel no fear
And
to
!"....
2l8
music
it
enfolds
Thoughts of
faith
He who
Holdeth precious
in
His
sight
Thy
soul's breath.
He who
keeps the
Summer
flowers
These
frail
creatures,
knows Thy
night,
Is
Thy God.
in
Oh
thou dweller
the dust,
Look
to
trust.
;
Thou
Look to Him, so will He bring For Thy Winter, joyous Spring Thou too shalt awake and sing
To His
praise.
David Livingstone.
Born
at
Blantyre,
Scotland,
March
19th, 1813.
Died
May
4th, 1873.
From
Illala,
Where sudden on
There
that
life
of heat
and labour
and calm
2I9
When
And
he,
years of toil
had wandered,
reverence.
Folded
they
hands
for ever
on
his breast.
who watched him, drawing near with Whispered, " The mighty roaster is at rest "
from the tangled groves and reedy
lake and river's
Up
thickets.
By
shore.
With
faithful
And then they brought their dead across And laid him down within his father's
Those sons of
Like them of
Afric',
Yes, long and grand the funeral march they gave him. bringing
home
their trust.
old,
who through
dust.
Oh
traveller
For thee may Britain well her hands outspread Well may she seek to give thee noblest
burial.
And
No
home from
fields of slaughter,
Of mercy, and
Mar
And
For
with no
smoke of burning
is
kraal in ruins,
;
Or lands
deserted,
The
And
Heavenly Master,
hail.
The
20
memory
cherish,
And
And
Or where Marava's
But
fitter
And
That
must mourn
Afric's
While Briton gives her long-lost son a grave. Yet wherefore reck where Livingstone
is
lying
And
A
And
soul
everlasting shore.
A spirit
MRS.
FREDERICK PRIDEAUX.
was born
Richard
in
FANNY
was
A.
the
PRIDEAUX
daughter
of
April,
1826, and
Ball,
and
Mary
of
Ball,
the poet.
In her
is
partly autobiographical,
life
of her childhood
She married
Law
for
many
years a
of England.
in the
Her
words of one of her favourite Welsh Tryads, quoted page 61 of " Claudia."
' '
Eye
that sees nature, heart that feels her power, resolution that dares follow her :"
And
and
this creed
Her
poetry
is
and
insight
into,
Her
and
lifehke,
poem
in
them which transforms the the light and shadow which Turner
pictures stand apart in
his
memory
from
all
seem
a measure to have
suffused Mrs.
many
of them that
reality
which
is
222
experienced on a
odour of
lilac
high up over
all,
sky.
Mrs.
Prideaux pubhshed
in
"Claudia"
1869;
Poems"
in
as
they
reviews,
deserved,
by
the
leading
and
their
among
the poets of
the day.
Her dramas
well defined,
whose
work
harmony
joy
but to
all
lovers of beautiful
her
books
will
bring
an
ever-increasing
and
satisfaction.
She died
in
September, 1894.
Festiniog.
At
little
stretch of
mountain road
The harvest-moon's full glory showed The vastness of the vaulted sky Nor knoll, nor tree, nor roof was nigh
:
To narrow up
And
Deep
all
still
Save the
murmur
of the
fall
rill
in the gorge,
223
That
trickled
by
us, soft
and
small,
Under
To
Seemed almost
We
a solemn grace
:
We stood within the holy place, We saw the tide of life that stole
From
life itself
and heard
its roll.
the haze
:
And dimness
Then two
Behind the
They bore
Close, close
upon us
:
for as they
A little
And
But
moon
cast.
in the silence
One
we heard
Only a Only a
no
sob,
no word.
sigh.
sigh, a
human
Of weariness and poverty. Of scanty fire in winter snows. Perchance of widowhood, who knows
And
often since,
subdued yet
1
clear,
seem
to hear.
224
have spoken
laid a
hand
Upon
The
She
Dear Lord
I
had
And
Her
me
it
seemed
A
That
of disembodied sigh
if
indistinct as
dreamed,
by.
And
still
in
my
remorseful ear
I hear.
One of Many.
Gone
out of sight
all
!
but where
Like
the
rest.
it is
best,
is fitting
We
Where of God's
Howbeit, she
Dull, pining
is
grace
:
there.
life
of pain
In hovel dim,
Filled to the brim
From
earliest
all
days
Stinted
ways
; ;
225
Her
last
Saying
its
And
spoke
broke
No warm
Over her
tears
pallid cheek.
Her
one
seemed
To
we deemed
Spoke
little,
Pathetically dark.
No
The
inward eye
descry,
;
That could
The spirit divine Made light to shine. Though but a feeble spark.
Dumb, groping sense of need Of One above, Whose awful love Can brook for love's own sake no smallest
Yet draws the sinner
in safe
sin.
arms within
His Fatherhood
By
Jesus' blood
226
Be better found ? More form, more sound But pare it down to its essential core, The creed of noblest saint is nothing more. Our clearest light
Is as the night
Or glimmering dawn
at best.
Ah
let
us ponder more
strange, stern
That
word
who alive nor hunger felt nor Thy good things thou Then hadst, but now
the richer store."
!
drouth.
He has
Gone
out of sight
rest
but where
Wherever
In softest nest
The
most surely
there.
ANTHONY PURVER.
ANTHONY
ten,
PURVER
was born
at
Uphurtsborn, near
Whitchurch, in 1702.
He
when
quite
writing,
and arithmetic
the boy's
time,
memory seems
he
is
as, at this
twelve hours.
He
who was
opened a
to
school at
Uphurtsborn.
Soon
after
this
he
removed
Hebrew.
About
this
member
of the
his
at
returned to
visiting
place
and reopened
his
school.
While
In
at
Bristol,
and
In
engaged
1738,
in the study
and
however,
on
his
at the
at
Andover
1777, aged
"To
the Praise
of God," from
which
quote portions.
From
A Poem
While wanton Love to others is a theme, And stains the paper with the writer's shame
;;
28
fill,
alas
do
kill
one for profit and the one for spite Be mine a nobler task, to lay in view What Homer thought not, nor yet Virgil knew If God assist, why should I be afraid ? The lowest poet with the highest aid ?
:
And And
Do
Whom
And
and
love, direct
whom I me how
adore.
to soar
fly
to the sky.
To
thee,
my
thou with
me
may'st bear
In praising
God
A fever, close confinement, mind intent, Me long ago to proper lowness bent
Fit school to learn,
and
fittest
place to find
The
frequent sallies of
oft,
th'
Eternal Mind.
How
To
seek
my my
long'd
for,
my
beloved one
of lights.
!
glitt'ring stars
That led
glooms of nights
blest the
Nor The sacred sun, which turned my night to day. And witness darkness, where I had, conceal'd From mortal view, immortal things reveal'd Then to my bed with peace and joy return'd How alter'd now, from him who fear'd and mourn'd So well rewarded, home the lab'rer goes.
led in vain, as rose,
and
way
And
toil
and joy
;;
; !
ANTHONY PURVER.
229
Now praise with me, who hast such footsteps trod, And known such wonders as confess the God May I especially his thanks rehearse. And may this stand a monument in verse
:
Which
Yet
shall the
pleasant, not
is
more void
of care,
To
Who
The nurse is pleas'd her lisping care to hear Whose childish words the name of witty bear. Of manly infant deeds, and blemishes of fair.
So plays the prudent with the young
convert.
And
undaunted youth
truth.
and him
that eyes
The
Warms
See to
with
its
its
its light.
!
See them
coming,
still
abiding there
Among them
and mild,
!
A few whose
(Oh might my own much rather there be seen A humble handmaid, than a worldly queen !)
Such was
my Lamden
lately,
such he sung
So beat the
!
Ah me who
May And
230
Still let
US praise Him,
still
saints,
who
at
His
altar wait.
praise, extol
all
Him good
and
great.
skies.
and
bless
Him
as they rise
With dazzling
glories,
and long
trails
of light.
To join them, vocal winds and waters deign. And ev'ry honour of great Nature's reign.
Winter, which favouring us,
its
force restrains,
And
With
at
its
massy chains.
future Spring,
in white,
Enrob'd
and that
As
likewise yellow
Autumn
in the rear.
And
All times,
seasons to Eternity,
we.
the eldest
of the late
the
He
was educated
at a private
school,
and afterwards
at
Grove
Hunton.
Sir
While
at
Joseph Pease's
and remembers,
his
gratefully, the
late
kind
interest taken in
him during
youth by the
Jane Gurney
father
in
Pease.
After
leaving
school,
he joined
his
his
know and
In
1880,
Liberal, being
in
county of Armagh,
which
During
is
situated the
town of Bessbrook.
he renewed
his early friend-
ship with
very
W. E. Forster, whose confidence he enjoyed, and much valued. After Lord Frederick Cavendish was
in 1882,
murdered
felt
own and
and
anxieties.
much
restored,
he has
In politics he
is
232
His poems
Quakri
many
"
Lurgan
once,
fortunate
enough
to
good-humoured
fun,
" O'Neill,
thirty pages,
Tale of Mourne,"
is
a spirited
poem
of about
sale,
N. Richardson,
more
On
May,
1882.
Oh
If Irish voice
Thus would
"
it
say
hand on sword,
out-poured,
And
when
stricken low
life
kingdoms was
that
Whose beauty and whose wealth thou best didst know, "As surely, as though shed in battle line " Mid Britain's hosts, at home or on the brine."
Not with
"
Nor
brow of gloom
whose bloom
Came he
Too
little
morning
to
olive branch,
And
The
in such
doom
oh dastard crime.
"
:
233
And were it wondrous if with heart-strings torn, On high for vengeance thou aloud shouldst call ?
Remembering the defiance Towards thy Saxon race
ever borne
in gall
pens steeped
all
A creed
of demons,
this
if
a creed at
Remembering
But
like
Thy
upon the
strife,
my darling's life, my woe bring peace upon the years " If that my loss may render rage less rife
" I would not have withheld
e'er
Or
we hear a
And we who saw him borne to early grave, And heard at Edensor the church bells chime. And marked the endless elms of Chatsworth wave
O'er silent thousands, mourning for his prime
Yea be
it
By
And
THOMAS
in 1761.
CLIO RICKMAN
Lewes,
He became
bookseller in
at
Upper
in
Marylebone
Street,
one time
Leadenhall
Street.
He
Tom
table
as
works,
He
in
two volumes
1803.
He
Ode to Fortune.
Written in a window at the Priory,
St. Helen's, Isle of
Wight.
This,
dame
fortune, let
me
crave.
;
.
.
And
Give
me
ease,
and give me
health,
competence be mine.
me,
if I e'er
And hang
repine.
To some peaceful, happy scene, Where I may live with joy serene
Bear
me
folly,
From
dulness, spleen,
and melancholy.
235
Be mine some
and neat
A study with good books well stor'd, A parlour for my homely board.
Where
in
And
his
With volumes of
scholastic pride.
if I,
To
e'er
deny.
Reject
And
let
The
Man
The
Human Wisdom.
air
An
Ode.
he weighs,
The
Explores
.
planetary sphere
.
And
That
But how a
roll in
order there.
A cherry ripen,
To him
Yet
full
blow,
quite
.
.
unknown
.
of pride
temerity
By laws his own, destroyeth worlds Or new ones into ether hurls
Pervades with piercing eye
All things in heaven, in
air,
on earth
its birth,
What
;: :
236
obey
his will,
At
his
or stand
still,
...
yet
would
tell
The
Where
situated hell.
How God
sees, acteth,
and commands.
;
Yet ah
Himself,
how he
Of
Or doth
exist
and grow.
!
to
be good
And
naked poor
. .
Go
cherish worth,
Thy
This done,
...
Take
Too
Superior to
human
skill.
To whom
Who made
And
over
all
Of beauty, order
is
the soul,
RICHARD
married
BALL RUTTER
and was born
;
is
nephew
has
of William
at Bristol, in 1826.
He
two
and
published
volumes of poetry,
Progress"
has also
He
many
fugitive pieces,
etc., in
magazines
and papers,
Examiner and
sincerity,
and
in
some
pieces,
such as
"A
Prayer"
(after
Quarles))
so seldom
met with
in
modern
verse of
its
character.
If
this vein,
instead of writing so
much
book of
verse,
which
will
not only
music of the
future.
His
little
fragment, "
From Nature up
to Nature's
God,"
is
work
is
full
its
outer presentment.
interesting
is
from
its
evident truthfulness,
"The
And
poem
the
more
to be regretted,
as the subject
itself to
to.
common
to
most
sensitive
and
238
devout
art if
done
is
so attractive in
dress,
presented by genius.
A
Ah, Lord
Prayer
(after Quarles.)
How
short a prayer
!
may
be.
Nor hath
it
far to
go
And
Yet
if it
seem
Downward on me From the Higher to the lower. From the lower to the Higher,
In one eternal
circle darts the
Heavenly
fire.
The
joy to think
forth to
good
that's given.
spirit
zone
may
be)
thee.
Love
to thee.
Lord
By telling all my sin, Which yet cannot be told (How shall I separate new things from Nor needs it now to unfold The dismal story of a wasted prime
!
old?)
In pressing straight
239
"We
I fear
Thou
;
wilt not
pardon
me ?
my
fear, I
love
my
love
love grow
more
all
Poor little Child, poor little Child, By a butterfly chase from home beguiled.
Trembling, lonely, and earth-defiled,
"
Poor
little
Child, poor
;
little
Child
Listen to
I will
lift
me
no further roam,
you home
!"
Now
To
I ask,
what made
little
me
kind to-day
lost its
the poor
way
me
!
no created
is
tree
Human
The
love
pity in
me
His from
eternity.
book may be
And
If a
author's plan
man will pity a wandering child, Will a God not pity a wandering man ?
JOHN
a
SCOTT
village in Hertfordshire,
much
instruction.
He
had
never been inoculated for small pox, and as both he and his
parents seem to have had a morbid terror of this disease, he
He
as
it is
said,
he lived
for
His
family
literary
bricklayer,
named
who seems
to have
in Scott's hands.
This
he cemented
friendship
with
He
retired
after a
time seems to
to writing verse. His first productions were sent to the " Gentleman's Magazine," but when he was
thirty,
received.
At
considerable
intervals
"The Garden"
JOHN
SCOTT, OF AMWELL.
24I
" Amwell," " Collected Poems," and also " Critical Essays on the English Poets," and "
John
Scott was
an ardent
of
public
just.
spirit,
and
He had
by
as
his
Quakerism
in
from
becoming a
of
his
he acted
arbitrator
the
disputes
most active
in
any schemes
for
local
improvement.
Ware and Hertford were indebted to him for the plan of making a good road between them, and he was most diligent in attending turnpike, land-tax, and navigation
trust
meetings.
His
his
verses
gained him
many eminent friends, amongst whom were Dr. Johnson, Sir W. Jones, Mrs. Montague, Lord Lyttelton, and many others.
Having
second
in his thirty-sixth year
to
submitted to
in
inoculation,
his
London, and
at Ratcliff
left
1770 married
;
Meeting House
at
they
an orphan
an early age,
house
John Scott himself died on the 12th December, 1783, in his at Ratcliff, of a putrid fever, and was buried in the
Amongst
his
following
Four Elegies
Elegy to the memory of
his wife
1760 1768
1776 1778
Amwell, a descriptive
Folir
Poem
Moral Eclogues
Poetical
He
also
Works of John Scott 1782 contributed many odes and other poems to
The
various
magazines.
much
John Scott was extremely fond of horticulture, and spent time and thought in planting and building, and other-
Amwell House.
In a paper which
'
16
242
appeared
which many
told,
details
we
are
was perhaps the intensely hot weather (1757) that gave him the idea of building the grotto, a most curious
"it
hill
of
and
fossils,
kind.
and money
in hand, to
and he
describes
how he marched
and
is
first,
pickaxe
was commenced.
.
exists,
well
worth a
visit.
he planted
taste,
his
grounds
at
great
skill
and
there.''
Dr. Johnson
poet could
that "
none but a
That drives the hurrying clouds along. That on each other seem
to throng.
:
And mix
many a varied form While bursting now and then between. The moon's dim misty orb is seen.
in
And
on the green.
Beneath the
And And
The
flies
Revolving
and
and
o'er,
And
The
Whose
my thought. And swift along the past it strays. And much of strange event surveys.
sight
sublime enwraps
243
What history's faithful tongue has taught, Or fancy formed, whose plastic skill The page with fabled change can fill, Of ill to good, or good to ill.
But can
my
Now
Nor knows but what its fate may end The moments of his dearest friend
!
Ode.
This scene how rich from Thames's
side.
their
amber beam,
tide,
And
And And
Whose
The white sails glide along the shore, Red streamers on the breezes play. The boatmen ply the dashing oar,
train.
nymph and
swain.
But
Still
To woods recluse, and vales obscure, And streams that solitary stray.
;;
244
To
hill,
The rocks that trickling springs distill, The meads that quivering aspens fill, Or alders crowding o'er the rill.
And where the trees unfold their bloom. And where the banks their foliage bear And all effuse a rich perfume,
That hovers
in the soft
calm
air
to
wind along,
To hear the bleating, fleecy throng. To hear the skylark's airy song. And throstle's note so clear and strong.
But
say, if there
Would
Say,
would not
to
roving thought
Turn back
mind
we
Still
Still
fair
find,
Thus
on objects
left
behind
Sonnet to Britain.
Renowned
Britannia
hand
Wakes
When wealth enormous sets the oppressor high. When bribes thy ductile senators' command, And slaves in office freeman's rights withstand,
Then mourn,
for then thy fate
approacheth nigh
JOHN SCOTT, OF AMWKLL.
Not from
perfidious Gaul or haughly Spain,
245
Nor all the neighbouring nations of the main, Though leagued in war tremendous round thy
But from
thyself thy ruin
!
shore
must proceed
for
know
it is
decreed.
Thy freedom
lost,
more
LYDIA SHACKLETON.
YDIA SHACKLETON
When
sleep
Upon
And then " God knows the rest," And laid adown her little head
In slumber sweet and blest.
care for
many
words.
repetitions dry.
Or
His name to
little
child
He knows
I
our needs
Our
daily bread
His
sheltering care
Howe'er
He
deemeth best
dark that way.
If bitter this, or
We bow
And
lay us
to his behest.
down
to sleep at last.
Trusting "
God knows
the rest."
LOVELL SQUIRE.
LOVELL
Squire,
SQUIRE
Earith, in
May
1809.
He
after-
began
his education at a
day school
at
in the village,
and
Godmanchester.
In 1829
much
among
the scholars.
In 1834 he
a private tutor
afterwards
opening
a Friends'
school
at
Kimberley.
some time
later,
became again a
and
others.
During
all
:
he was
assistant
secretary
to
the
Polytechnic
Institution,
Humane
Society
in
He
in 1863,
1876
Day by Day,"
consisting of texts
and
he
hymns, some
at his
of them his
own
composition.
He
residence at Chiswick.
Stanzas.
"
To
those
who
seek,
Lord,
purpose to
fulfil,
by prayer,
in full
will.
accord
all
Thy
holy
248
To
these
Thou
Grace Divine
No
tongue
Hath
all
from Sin
to Save,
And
in Christ."
"Approved
Well,
tis
in Christ !"
!
and
is
thee?
be.
enough
How
name,
So dear
to an Apostle's heart, so
little
known
to
fame
Thy
were firm
love,
They sought not the applause of men, their record is above And, when our work on earth is done, be this our blessed
:
reward,
To
MATILDA STURGE.
a
us
sketch of her
life in
life
her
own words.
is
how
in
the
of
all
good causes, of
how
she
is,
to use
pen or tongue
(for
and convincing),
to
be right and
tell
sketches,
collected into a
volume
;"
in
title,
but
all
Friends'
will
remember the
an
article
name
at the foot of
we have been
her poems.
in Bristol,
in the neighbour-
hood
My
history as to the
and
becoming an author
many
years,
partially fulfilled.
soon as
my
own.
time of day,
My
and
much
to be desired as
measured
250
under
my
control hindered
me
for
in
ment.
a
The
influence of
much my
my
cultivation
and develop-
father,
man
of fine powers
some wise
con-
and good
tributed
William Tanner,
character.
much
to the formation of
life
my mind and
opportunity
an
occurred for
now
Clifton,
and
found
in
In
this
way
I also
made
who had
to
Ultimately
was led
devote
I belong.
in a
work
and philanthropic
kind.
Much
and
prosaic, but
still
some specimens
of which are
1866.
Let
Thanks
immortal prize
for a
time we trod
And
how close his fellowship with God, Who now hath called him with Himself to dwell.
felt
MATILDA STURGE.
That we have heard
his
;
25
And
righteous warning
His tones of sympathy which none could hear Uncomforted, nor would again
to trace
Lord
And
For For
shed a radiance
all
all
him power
to help
and
bless,
His manly strength and childlike tenderness For the sweet converse that with him we shared,
dearer,
and
yet earth
more
bright
And
for his
mansion
in the
world of
light
With thought
fell
Hath
left
cometh
in the
morning."
Never
so glad as
Never so
joyful as
and
flow.
still
as in the past
follies
first
sins
and
brought,
to last.
Have
little
else to bring
from
252
Because we
fear to enter
And
still
so poor, into
His holy
sight
face
He
waits within,
the privilege
He
died to win.
To
His grace.
FREDERICK TAYLpR.
FREDERICK TAYLOR
in 1828,
was born
at
at Stratford, in Essex,
Croydon
school,
and the
private
Flounders'
Institute,
He
conducted a
late
Edward Backhouse
He
"
Examiner
Intellect.
Time's stormy
sea,
Their
solemn domes,
Their
Of Fame's
homes
;
On which
I saw,
life,
desire
my bosom
fire.
grew
Then from thy voice, O Peace, I proudly turned. Thy bowers. Content, no more my footsteps stay,
For Fame's reluctant smile alone
I
burned.
And
Then
Thus
With
longed
to soar to those
I
in the
dark grove as
wandered lone
stirred,
lofty visions
at
my
side brake
far
solemn tone
Sweeter by
254
cope of Heaven
aspire.
I the mysteries
unfold
fair,
Of those
Deep on the adamantine pillars vast Of night and gloom are their foundations
laid,
Who
Wrung
Whom
And
And
them
humming
wings
Furies, finds
furious winds
Howl
Which, clothed in
On whose
Rent
sharp
cliffs,
precipitous
oars,
and
steep.
hulls.
sails,
and broken
far
and stranded
Lie scattered
and
near.
The moans suppressed and the unuttered cry Of shadowy ghosts that sweep the misty ground.
Swift as the howling blast that cleaves the sky
This
call
the
Land
:
FREDERICK TAYLOR.
255
We
linger
at high festivals
And banquets of rich sense, with crowns of gold Upon their heads, they pace the marble halls.
Clothed
in
pure white
strain
To
lofty courts of
And
when from her urn The fates of those who offer at her shrine The goddess doth adjudge when loftier burn Her incensed fires, and all her courts sublime
Girt with the priestly robes
spirits
Of Paradise for these not rare attend Her spacious courts, and hover o'er those
They
love to gaze on deeds of holy love
towers
And high devotion, writ in words of gold On silver tablets, whose reports above
Have
So
travelled,
and
in
bowers of
sublime
live the
gods of
intellect
bound.
And
Each with
No more may
Of yonder
towers
And
Yet
temples burn.
praise, to
first
seek, o'er
whom
know
Our
Him,
seek
to
to
whose sacred
must come,
To whom
PHILLIPS THOMPSON.
THIS
and
his
eminent
journalist,
at
poet,
and
writer
on
in
social
subjects,
was born
Newcastle-on-Tyne
1843.
of Liverpool,
of
mother
was
a daughter of
Thomas Robson,
Sunderland.
He
;
School, Wigton
Lindsey, Ontario.
at
He
first
as a reporter
and
was
and
several other
Toronto papers.
From 1876
to 1879 he
in Boston,
Home
Of
Rule
agitation.
He
and Ohio
to
late years
he has
devoted
much
Press.
He
and
act
unitedly.
might
be
peaceably
evolved from
present conditions.
In 1887, Philips
"The
Reform Songster,"
original
embody
Movement and
humourous
the
New
Democracy.
He
has written
verse,
and contributed
to a great
PHILLIPS THOMPSON.
257
and papers
into
in
volume form.
called
He
is
The
poem
most
and
it
will
probably be familiar to
it is
because
vein.
a good example of
Phillips
Thompson's humourous
To sympathy is cold. The stoic of the brutes thou art, Unmoved by flagellations smart,
By kindness
"
uncontrolled."
They
call
To
finer feelings
dead
tool,
stolid,
automatic
Whose
breast no
warm emotions
rule.
Who
He
And
Then backing to a ditch hard by, He bumped his back his heels let
fly.
And
shed
a mule-teer.
Cheek.
talent,
I've
known men
rare
rise
through
And some
week;
is
to travel
; ;
;;
258
Now, here am I, in middle age, just able to keep alive, By working away the lifelong day as hard as I can drive Tom Wentworth takes things easy, and rolls in his carriage by
And
Why,
I
cheek
is
why he
is
richer than
I.
Tom
and
he was
He
played hookey
tell
l\alf
the week,
summate cheek.
" Little boys,'' they used to
not heard."
When company
word
But So
I
came,
Tom
got the
smart.
name
him
So people took
for
granted that
Tom
it
Of what
If
avail
is
learning
-Arithmetic,
show
Latin, or
Greek
the requisite
talent to
Tom
I I
and
I,
as
it
happened,
same
girl fell.
tell.
my
heart's desire to
;
me
suit,
little
the best
but, before I
dared to
Tom
And
pressed his
cheek.
steady, persistent
then
Tom
He
downs
But always seemed
to get ahead, in spite of fortune's frowns
:
PHILLIPS THOMPSON.
Like a
cat,
he'd always
fall
on
his feet;
and bold;
And
So
Tom
succeeded
in business,
owning much,
brains or cash.
my
modesty
is
"
Which
highly adorns a
woman,"
it
oftentimes ruins a
man
And
those
who
are shy
on cheek.
to-day
;
So
Tom
is
millionaire,
the
flourishing
merchant
prince
While, as for
my
hopes of success
in
life,
I've given
them up
and
on
long since.
But the
richest blessings of
Heaven
meek.
And men
can't
travelling
their cheek.
The Power
Not by
of Thought.
Not by
Shall
we
is
Thought
Who
It
And
26o
soul.
free.
Whom
To
Words Of
of insight, sympathetic,
Freedom's distant
And
iron
will
it,
naught
its billet,"
When
None can
them
nay,.
darkened mind
WP. THOMPSON
was born
to
in Liverpool, 1842.
He
to
was apprenticed
an engineering firm
In
in Leeds,
1868 he went
on
his return to
England
selections, but
which
is
now out
pohtical squibs,
and poems
which have
His verses
are full of a
show
fads
and
With
O'er
The
Yet
fame
stray
John Dobson ne'er had sought to With quiet zeal and heavenly flame,
The Quaker
Yet once he
felt
262
And
town
A sad
It
young rake
nan:ied
;
said
" Friend,
Uo you and your queer sect pretend To /i/era/ take the old command If any man shall raise his hand, And smite you on the cheek that you.
"
Then
and
take that,"
flat.
Said Brown
and
striking full
He
At once
o'er all
The crimson
flush
of pain took
:
place,
"Young man," he said, "and hast thou read Unto that sermon's end instead Of stopping at that verse?"
"Yes," said the other
:
"Then,"
further
said John,
"Thou'st seen a
trifle
on
:
The words
'
now
rehearse
To
same
;'
shall
be
Measured
you again
and
Obedience to
Before
note the
first."
A perfect
A
being
hail of bruises
came,
Until he feared
He He
263
And
"
I
cried, "
Stop
stop
you
is
far out-strain
owing."
'Thou
up every way.
over-flowing
;'
Pressed
down and
I
That
is
th& measure
propose
!"
To
give to thee,
Another
'
text prevades
shall find
'
To do, that do with all thy might And scarcely half my power to smite
Has
so far been bestowed on thee,
Then down
Regardless
roared,
Nor
Then from
From
further
work
relieved,
he
felt
Sufficient discipline
was
dealt.
"I
And
now obey the first command," full on Brown (distressed and weak)
calmly turned " the other cheek."
then remarked, "Misguided friend.
I to
it
He He
This counsel
thee extend,
;
Take
read,
Upon
Not on a
single text."
264
A STRANGER
Who
sat
he asked a clown,
fence,
To the Grand Hotel was the nearest way. The loafer stared, then answered low.
In broken accents, sad and slow,
"
Gone
!
is
the
Grand Hotel."
don't
"Gone
I
why you
mean
to say
it
'
has bust
dust
!'
piles of
Or may be a fire has raked his pool Or he's leased the place for a boarding-school?" The loafer sighed, then answered, "No,
;'
I'll tell
you as how
is
it
chanced to
go.
For gone
the
Grand Hotel
in
On
I
Ramsay's creek,
Kentuck
state,
They
While
I
oh heavens
creation in
I
how
all
work they
came
to
Jackson-town to trade,
liquored
And
while
my
oxen staid
To
I tied
feed at the
Grand Hotel.
my
An
As
had some
fear
single
hay stack
and
To
The
I
Grand Hotel
felt
Meanwhile, as
floor
liquored,
ceiling
we
a shake.
and the
began
to quake,
My
had eaten
265
And
And
I
Wo
wo. Jack
wo
Wo, Buck " but, alas it was They tore along at a headlong
!
all
no
go.
rate
And
From
We made
As
For the
bound
fright.
had taken
And
They
all their
might
As they dragged
Not
brick,
The
structure wore as
last that
me
brown,
And gone
'Tis strange
how human
At simple
truthful tales of
woe
fiction dressed
Draw
And
On
Grand Hotel.
JOHN TODHUNTER,
M.D.
John Rogerson's
was educated
at
JOHN TODHUNTER
the
Friends'
was born
at Sir
He
Mountmellick
and
York,
M.D.
Paris.
in
187
1,
after
in
Dublin, but
made
he
literature
his
profession,
and
first
1874,
has
resided
London.
His
in
1876,
many
it
was most
high praise.
"
have
been
Alcestis
1879
Study of Shelley
1880
1881 i88i
Forest Songs
Rienzi
Helena
in
Troas
1885
The Banshee
1888 1890
1891
not published yet
Sicilian Idyl
The Poison Flower The Black Cat, performed but A Comedy of Sighs
Friends,
some time
ago.
He
is
a strong poet
full
of vigour
workman-
JOHN TODHUNTER,
ship
M.D.
to read
267
his
poems dehghtful
and
and
of Blake,
charm
of that singer of
dreams and
" In
;
a
the
Gondola,"
languorous
plashing
gondolier,
suggested
loveliness
by
of
Mendelssohn's
the
6th
its
Lied
music,
with
perpetual
of sleepy waters,
wonderful
poem
life,
half sad
memories of dead
lovers,
steps of the
glide by.
shadowy
palaces,
as the gondola
"
and laments.
and
spirit,
atmosphere
is
gleams of
joy,
by visions of
There
is
is
no
always
"No
work
begun
shall ever
sorrow melts into triumph at the end, as the poet grows more
seer,
and recognises
that
the world's
Father
and
other I'oems."]
Aghadoe.
I.
268
Where we
my
love
and
I,
Where
hid him from the eyes of the red-coats and their spies.
to
Aghadoe.
III.
O,
my
curse
on
in
Aghadoe,
Aghadoe,
On Shaun Dhuv, my mother's son, in Aghadoe When your throat fries in hell's drouth, salt the
your mouth.
flame be in
in
Aghadoe
IV.
me
to that glen in
Aghadoe, Aghadoe
When
him with
Where
in hiding lone
he lay in Aghadoe.
living in
Aghadoe, Aghadoe
With the
There he
Aghadoe,
that
head
my
warmth
of,
where
'twould
rest,
Gone
Aghadoe.
walked
to
Brought
his
Aghadoe,
Then
fern,
and
piled
on him the
cairn,
";
JOHN TODHUNTER,
VII.
M.D.
269
There
to rest
upon
his breast in
Aghadoe,
I,
Sure your dog for you could die with no truer heart than
Your own
love, cold
on your
cairn, in
Agadoe.
A Dream
" Where's
of Egypt.
1
my
To soar through regions never known by day And I by one of these was rapt away To where the sun-burnt Nile, with opulent stream Makes teem the desert sand. My pomp supreme. Enriched the noon, I spurned Earth's common clay For I was Antony, and by me lay
That Snake whose
But camels
for the
sting
was
bliss.
K ings were our slaves our wishes glowed in the And grew fruition night grew day, day night.
;
air
We
reined the
tiger, life,
The
Marseillaise.
the wail
What means this mighty chant, wherein Of some intolerable woe, grown strong
With sense of more intolerable wrong. a gale Swells to a stern victorious march
Of vengeful wrath ? What mean the faces pale, The fierce resolve, the ecstatic pangs along Life's fiery ways, the demon thoughts which throng, The gates of awe, when these wild notes assail The sleeping of our souls ? Hear we no more
Than
the
mad foam
of revolution's leaven,
270
Than
Yes,
'tis
man's
spirit
Of
tramp of
Sworn
Quatrains.*
*
in
the second
" Book
of the
Rhymers'
Club."
Creation.
Behind me
Before
lay
life's
endless avatars.
me
silent,
sowing
stars.
Conscience
is
thrill,
Along the
For
life's
and
pain.
ill.
Conscience
is
but a child
who
fears the
rod
God
That
is
stroke, or
why
The
odd
sins, I
hate
my
own,
my own
I
Judging,
Harsh righteousness
my
sackcloth, I atone.
To
this
ensphere,
Wisdom,
Where by
life's
river
tree.
john todhunter,
In a Gondola.
[Suggested by Mendelssohn's Andante in G, minor, Book the ' Lieder ohne Worte.'
I.,
'
m.d.
271
Lied 6 of
In Venice
its air
Full of moonlight,
And To my And
I
quick
cries,
brain, as I steal
down
this
marble
:
sea-stair.
the prow,
And
I
and now
step in
Away
Looming
and grim
where clings
it
gleams,
To On
with a song
glides.
full
of dole,
forlorn barcarole.
As my gondola
And
A low
when
it
played
who
stayed
and
they kissed.
They
are clay
Those
'
fire-hearted
!
men
They
are dust
'
sighs the
wind with
its
whisper of wail
!
'
Those women
272
And
the waves
make
Their
fair barcarole,
As my gondola
glides.
III.
Dust
those lovers
the same
:
lives,
ever new,
Still
so
we shoot
into bustle
and
light,
And lamps from the festal casinos stream bright On the ripples and here's the Rialto in view And black gondolas, spirit-like, cross or slide past, And the gondoliers cry to each other a song
; ;
:
The
waters moon-silvered.
So on
to the vast
then moonlight
once more.
And laughter and strum of guitars from the shore, And sonorous bass-music of bells booming deep
From
St.
Mark's.
Still
full
of dole.
As my gondola
glides.
IV.
is
From verandahs
still
dim jessamine
flowers,
Of
and dies
While
my
gondola
V.
glides.
Dust
those lovers
who
floated
Gazed,
Float and
in the
still
summer
sky,
M.D.
JOHN TODHUNTER,
273
Whence the great stars look down as they did long ago Where the moon seems to dream with my dreaming disc-hid
In a gossamer
veil of
white cirrus
then breaks
The dream spell with a pensive half-smile, as she wakes To new splendour. But lo while I mused, we have slid From the open, the stir, down a lonely lane-way,
!
Come
Hints
a faint
lamp
mistily
fair shafts
And
the waves
still
of dole,
As my gondola
glides.
VI.
Then
night,
And the stars, and the fairy-like city behind, Domes and spires rising spectral and dim till
:
the
mind
Becomes tranced
in a vague, subtle
maze
of delight
or seem
this
;
before.
exist
Then
Just to breathe
to
in a night
all else.
such as
feel,
drowns
Of
the lights, as
we
And And
The
I
booming
!
slow.
consummate
vision
all.
St.
Marks's
I step
the star-glow
For background
Piazzetta
crowns
!
Then
out on shore.
last,
(As
my
gondola goes)
am
here
full
of dole,
As my gondola goes
And
Dies away in the gloom, dies away, dies away Dies away
dies
away
18
;;
'
74
WANDERED from my
Naked, weary, and
mother's side
;
I fainted in the
hot noon-tide,
wild,
For
And with her song she me beguiled, And her soft arms and bosom white.
I
followed
fast, I
followed
far.
And
'
meadows
are,
!'
followed
far, I
And
oft
here
But where
came no flower would And Joy lay cold upon his bier.
I
last,
wandered on,
Alas
!
wandered wide,
;
She
left
me
Found.
Naked,
I
bleeding,
and
forlorq,
To
I
my wounds
made
a garden of
my
pride.
Till there
came a
tyrant grey,
He
stript
and chained
me
with disgrace.
JOHN TODHUNTER,
M.D".
275
To many masters was I bound, And many a grievous load I bore But in the toil my flesh grew sound, And from my limbs the chains I tore. my mother's cot, And I found Love singing there, And round it many a pleasant plot, And shadowy streams and gardens
I
ran to seek
fair.
I see.
And
each tree
feet.
AE. TREGELLES
is
Edwin Octavius
at
Tregelles,
at
was born
Neath
in 1835.
He
was brought up
Falmouth,
and educated
a poet.
in 1867,
ton,
at the school
conducted by
he married
is
his cousin,
Janet
M. Wright,
of Darling-
who
also a poet of
no
little
merit.
native
resides
town,
at
but
has
since
left
Darlington;
and and
now
Falmouth.
His
dramas of English
'
bound
together
in
one
I."
volume),
viz
" Queen
I."
Elizabeth,"
"King James
E.
Tregelles
III.,"
"King
written
Charles
II,"
"The
are
interesting
A.
has
two
more,
"James
;
him
to let these
light.
which
will
show the
treated
pieces,
of.
He
number
of fugitive
From
"QUEEN ELIZABETH."
Scene VI.
Queen Elizabeth
Attendant.
She
sleeps,
May do
her heart
some good.
Oh
queenly creature,
277
!
What a fair soul is prisoned in this body Ten days she's lain like this, alas the day
Queen
Attendant.
She
calls
E. (moans) Essex.
on Essex,
'tis
his death
Back
to this
life,
!
Ah
I'll
weary soul
what can
do
to aid thee ?
send
for
May
soothe her
Archbishop.
How
fares
Attendant.
Worse
I fear,
calls
on Essex,
Archbishop.
No
spirit
Of our good Lord in Heaven, and Of winning men's souls from their They do not walk for vengeance.
(Kneels and prays)
ways
Father in Heaven
We
pray Thee
now
for this
And
if at
Thou,
That Thou
wilt
And
Son,
An
Of
entrance in
rest,
Thy
278
Queen
Amen.
E. (softly)
After an interval,
Queen Elizabeth
dies.
Attendant.
She's gone,
Is
and
ail
Of queenly
presence,
this
To
govern
round globe.
state
Our
little
England,
and
place.
!
Above
For
all
other nations
Oh my God
Grant her a
ever,
fitting place,
and
for ever.
Chorus.
Gone is England's glory Quenched is England's might. Her name's a household story,
A tower
While While
in the fight.
roll
They do but
Her
Our
spirit to
appease.
When foemen
They'll need
come, in
battle.
children to oppress.
no other
war-cry.
Than
this,
(Exeunt omnes).
THIS
Waring.
in 1823,
in collective
title
Hymns and
editions.
Meditations."
I
They have
to
am
enabled
of Miss A. L. Waring,
for
Promoting Christian
Meditations"
"Hymns and
now
published.
her beautiful
nations
;
hymns
is
and dear
is
to all
denomi-
there
no
religion,
as
much
valued
among
almost universally
as among those she united with, and are known and read, as the numerous editions
Hymns and
Meditations
"
have passed,
abundantly
testify.
My
Ps. xxxi,
life
15.
know
that all
my
me.
And
I
do not
I
fear to see
for a present
But
ask
Thee
mind.
wise,
To And
weeping eyes
28o
restless will
fro,
That hurries
Seeking- for
to
and
some
Or
I
secret thing to
know
I go.
would be treated
as a child.
world
am,
In whatsoe'er estate,
I
To keep and cultivate, And a work of lowly love For the Lord on whom
So
I
to
do
I wait.
ask
Thee
To none that ask denied. And a mind to blend with outward While keeping at Thy side
;
life
Content
If
to. fill
little
space,
Thou be
if
glorified.
And
In
I
some
things I
do not
ask,
my cup
of blessing be,
would have
my
more
With
grateful love to
Thee
More
careful
There are
That
There
is
a cross in every
lot.
And
Is
on Thee,
happy anywhere.
251
Thy
is
will
appoints,
for
me,
my
a
inmost heart
And
life
of self-renouncing love
Is a life of liberty.
it
"Arise, walk through the land, in the length of for I will give it unto thee." Gen. xiii. 17.
it,
and
i
in the
breadth of
21, 22.
things present."
Cor.
iii.
While
toil
And
heart
Have we no words
No
who
Oh for the faithful mind, the steadfast eye, To keep our Leader's glory full in sight, And make our converse, even while we die. An interchange of triumph and delight
Behold, the paths of
life
are ours
we see
we
tread
;
Our
And
disappointment
up our head.
says, "
Be
strong
"
adverse hour,
along.
we pass
nothing
shall withstand
;
Our faithful, valiant, persevering claim The rod of God's Anointed in our hand.
And
We
He has
do His
said,
"Be
still"
No
He
Only the
fearless love to
And
to
shew
forth His
honour
to the end.
282
O
If
die, arise
and
live
He
is faithful
Then be
mind
find
may
His sake.
the pains that speed thee to thy rest the riches of thy purchased right
Among
As
name upon
thy breast.
delight.
Lamb's
And
Him we
bliss,
lean,
We may
be yearning
for a
world unseen.
in this.
To
How He
And
He
died.
fill
here.
ll.d.
DR.
in
WATSON,
orator,
and
was born
is
the son
of Joseph Watson,
the Anti-Corn
who was a colleague of Bright and Cobden Law League. He was educated at Dr.
London.
;
Bruce's school,
He
is
a Fellow of the
member
a
honorary
a
Vice-
member
Toynbee
trustee,
member
town.
of innumer-
own
He
was the
first
Christian
who
journey,
published by
to
Visit to
Wazan?'
He
went
France
demned
declined
the Legion of
this,
Honour by
and
He
first
in
South Africa,"
The History of English Rule and Policy "The Villages Round Metz," "A Visit to
written
to the
Wazan,"
"The
Children's Xmas,"
music of
besides a
number of pamphlets,
papers,
and
essays.
His great
oratorical
284
Grace Darling,
Where King
Watches
Lies a
little
o'er the
Northern
sea,
island-cluster
;
Where
and me.
On
On
From
Came
gloom of evening.
Glows a
clear
and warning
light
Hear
it tell
a thrilling story
Of a
And the north-wind fiercely blew. When the " Forfarshire " came drifting
With a weary, hopeless crew.
And upon
With
All
Darling dear
life
When
rose,
near.
LL.D.
285
call ?
Heed
And
To
all.
On
that dread
September morning
Pulled that
o'er,
Dying fellow-men
When
fatal land.
How
could
man
avail to save
them
One by one
felt
and woeful
night.
Heard a
Little
cry of help
air
come
ringing
Through the
Seemed
them an angel
bright.
Saved them
The thrilling story all Ran through England far and wide
!
Humbly
'
286
Come
with me,
will
my
darling children,
lies.
We
skies
dies.
A
'
TES PIEDS.
A TES
pieds,
my
love, I
lie.
And
That sky so
Where summer
That
Seems
'
me emblem
love
still,
!
of our love.'
far
still
Our
and yet so
dearest,
pieds.'
away
And
my
mes
you stay
A
'
Yes, and would tarry there alway Through Summer's shine and Winter's grey
My
love,
my
life,
my
all I
lay
A tes
pieds.'
Christmas Day.
Through
plains
grass,-
To
In
travail sore
was the
inn
virgin mild,
for her,
The crowded
She
laid in
had no place
manger her
of
first-born child
The Son
God and
the carpenter.
LL.D.
287
far-off
:
land
Hard was
Harder
All call
life
to bear.
:
the prayer,
Yet no
man doeth
that lone
Has then
life
?
been
all in
vain
His death,
too, sore ?
Must Jesus be crucified again Ere we learn the lesson the angels bore ?
Ah, brother,
sister,
it
lies
with each
evil
To
Vain
If
Lord through
in vain
days
we
preach,
we
Nantfin Burn.
The
burn
of a breeze
trees.
lie.
And up
The burden of great heat passes harmless by. Drawn to flecks of golden gleam Which dance gaily down the stream, The wee bit bonnie burnie where the trouties
Ah, must rare days of July so quickly
fly ?
lie.
o'er ?
We
shall, haply,
never more
trouties he.
288
a place, or
to
is it
a play,
Houses made
be put away,
down
street.
When we
The The
It
every nook,
The
very
cliffs
fall.
play.
tale of lives.
Working husbands and wearying wives. Unconscious children whose woes are short.
Each
little life
And And
reck
little
of wife or child
It is bright
Under each roof-tree lurk care and strife and bitter as human life.
MISS
DEBORAH WEBB.
was born
in
DEBORAH
tion,
WEBB
1837.
The
following
sent
in
answer to
selection
my
request
for
of her
poems
a
much
are
:
any of mine
just as they
could do,
"
We
were
all
born in Dublin
Alfred,
now
sister
a Nationalist
but
who
Our
my
Anne.
and
in all reforms
of the
negro slave,
celebrities
and philanthrophists,
slaves.
of abolitionists
sixteen
and escaped
sister
my
and
College, which
we continued
In
1859,
my
father
DubUn mountains
while
my
for
con-
Here he
mother,
a raid
much
a
in
life
aid
some
slaves.
Here,
in
1862,
we
lost
our
It
290
and lonely
we were glad
to leave
it
in
1864
for a
house in
the suburbs.
in the
country
my
sister
New
Rock Mountain.
In 1868, she
met
with
Donald
whom
him
as they were
on a business voyage
Her grave
brother
is
in
Ceylon
States,
Meantime my
father
and
my
Richard,
to
My
father
American
friends
being in
Later I joined
death.
him
in the east.
Here we heard of
my
sister's
The
friend with
whom we
an ardent
Spiritualist, I
became much
fact of Spirit
derived
much
consolation.
In 1872,
I
my
Dublin home.
Soon
after,
joined
some
friends
in
Italy,
where
and
home, which
am
Lately, going to
chiefly in
Germany
Hanover,
for fifteen,
my
and
in
some
still
to
belong to them.
I
have
am
deeply interested
my own
sex and
I
country,
but for
all
humanity,
of the
being
as
an optimist,
same
only a question of
is
a kind of
"
blasphemy
in the expression,
Too good
to
be
true.'
! !
;;
;;
miss
deborah webb.
zqi
lies
A grey
But
marching on.
He lives forever,
His soul
is
though on earth
his race
is
run
marching on.
spirit
nor lay
it
prison here to
mount
on high
Though worms
my
God,"
Was
He
lives forever,
though on earth
!
his race
is
run
His soul
is
marching on.
;
left
silent shall
be echoed
all
o'er
and
o'er
lands
He lives forever,
His soul
is
is
run
marching on.
He
failed, yet as
a victor
we
will
And we
For
body
his soul
marching on.
!
He lives forever,
His soul
is
though on earth
!
marching on.
292
More
There
More than
stretch
Yet on
porch
I stand.
The
Each well-known
object
on the
I see
floor,
them
all
Unchanged
'Tis eve
;
for evermore.
Only the
beat.
The
Oh, robin
robin's note
is
heard.
Thy simple and unvaried lay. What gives it such a charm, such power
Thoughts of a bygone day ?
to bring
Now down
I
I
wander
my
waking dream.
And
The meadow path and woodland track, The rustic bridge and stately trees. What rhemories I meet when venturing back
To haunted
Through changing
seasons, every
mood
Of my own
known
Deep
in the
shade of
Ohio wood,
With Nature
all
alone.
MISS
DEBORAH WEBB.
293
Now
The
Among whose
an
altar fire.
The solemn
sunset burns.
When, under
winter's
magic hand,
crystal clear.
And
flashing
diamond.
fields I go.
air.
Now
earth's
Are wonderfully
fair.
We
scarcely
marked Time's
all
noiseless tread,
The
Oh
For she
fixed as marble
now
ANNA LOUISA
and was born
in
WESTCOMBE
is
December 1821, at Alcester, a little town on Her father was descended from
the friend of George Fox,
Thomas Lawson,
also
A. L.
Westcombe seems
have been an
uncommon
child
music and
flowers,
making rhythmic murmurs and notions before she could speak, and the names of the
uttered.
It
first
lips
inarticulate
verse,
beauty
.in
poems.
free
until she
was
after
school at
Worcester
removing
When
her school days were over she herself became a teacher in her
sister's
A. Binyon, and
Hannah Bowden, were engaged in tuition. to "The Olive Leaf" and many
and
in
first
The Wasted
Grain,"
composed of temperance
verses,
many
she
of which had appeared as "Sudbury Leaflets." In 1880 published " Leaves from the Banks of Severn," and in
1894,
"Autumn
of the
Leaves
in these
from
the
Banks
of
Severn."
Many
poems
volumes
will
be familiar to every
in leaflet
and wide
form,
295
nothing to you?"
it
these
poems show clearly that the child's love of beautiful sound and form have grown with the woman's growth, and
supply the ever-present inspiration of her pen.
Our only
darling lay,
The flowers we had strewed above Were fading like her away
But the watching, and the anguish.
her
be broken
hand of mercy
last,
her to rest at
I
stream of
my
knew
that to-morrow
morning
I rriight
And
we loved so dearly
to
its
Must be borne
But
resting-place.
He who
me
A vision
296
He
has taken
my garment of.sadness, And clothed me with praise instead And now I rejoice for the living.
Rather than weep for the dead.
From a May-Day.
When
And
among
So back again
to
memory come
Thoughts of a
far-off springtime,
when
life
And
if
They were
o'er us.
When we wandered
May-day.
that
bright
all
around
were freshly
And the starlight of the primrose, the shady banks illuming. And the violet and ground-ivy alike in azure hue.
There was gladness
singing,
all
around
May-
297
;
The woodpecker laughed loud, within the wood-depths hiding The nightingale had come to its summer horpe again The small birds gaily sang, through the tangled thicket gliding The redstart and the titmouse, the chafifinch and the wren. The joyous lark was soaring above the cowslip meadow. Where the buttercups and daisies like gold and silver
lay
no gloom was
in
the shadow,
May-
light-
With
all their
cares
fifty
And
they,
Unto
am
left
the
last.
tie forgetting.
They watch
And
near
its setting,
lengthening,
and they
will
soon be
HANNAH
is
MARIA
PEILE,
afterwards
Wigham, was
She has
She
perhaps better known for her prose works than her poems,
but
many
Bag
of
Old
Letters,"
Law.
Fragment.
In
all
around we see
man
Unto
his brother
man.
No human
eye
Can gaze undazzled where those links begin, Nor trace them to their end. Alone to Faith,
With her That the
far eagle-gaze
'tis
given to see
God
Round
Yet everywhere
These
bounteous hand
They
heaven,
They look
as brightly
down upon
us now,
fair face.
When
As when
First mirror'd
and her
jewell'd hair,
And
And
Through many an age the stars have kept Seeming eternal in a world of change
Untiring herald of our high descent
God
And
^Vhen
light.
to their voice.
The
hosts.
How
fair
Owning no chain save all-embracing love The individual souls of men had shone.
Each
in his
None
Who
From
Crowned with a garland of the brightest beams heaven's own fountain of immortal light.
spirits
And
Not
Come
missioned with a
tale of love to
man.
write
300
Upon
Each As
A hymn
read."
in the
depth of
its
Some message of the love of God to man, And of His care over the meanest things.
In every age these
silent
messengers
eloquence
Of spirit-language, fittest far to breathe The delicate thoughts that seem deformed and
Garbed
in earth's
soiled,
common
of Hills
!
language.
The Brotherhood
They,
too,
Who
that hath
marked the
flying
sunbeams chase.
brow,
The cloudshade o'er the steadfast mountain's Nor deem'd he saw an image of his life
fleeting
stir.
The dust and care of this our mortal life. What joy to gaze upon their changeless forms.
Rising so solemly from earth to heaven
!
To
From
who hath
hills
sat
Since the
How
Calm
fearlessly they
lift
their giant
heads
;
when
And
send
it
forth in gushing
rills
and streams,
30I
!
An
Thus
Yea,
and
flowers, the
Have each
and part to
bear,
Some knowledge
of his
own mysterious
all
soul.
And solemn
is
As from
a living
fair
and immortal
This whole
universe hath
budded
To
call
Him
So
" Father."
that all things speak
Sonnet.
" Even such a
shell the
Universe
itself,
Wordsworth.
knee.
My
little
my
And
"
Now
it
hearken dear
" I
tell
What
Does
its
native sea ?
face
" Father
who
art in
Heaven."
Oh
Of
might
be,
my
That through the music by its windings made. They too might hear "Father who art in Heaven,"
:
THOMAS WILKINSON.
THOMAS
his ancestors,
WILKINSON
was
born
1751
;
at
Yanwath,
in
he lived upon a
river
He
"
An
old
woman
me
to read,
and a
what
I got.
My
humble-minded
in
life,
father,
my advancement
intended
me
manage
he was
his estate,
httle
When
pony
" to
thirty-four,
life
London
he rode there on
This
his
meeting of 1785.
journey was
;
then
considered so
My mother
sight.
is
shed
tears,
and met
my
sisters
looked as long as
was in
At Kendal
we
rode on together." In
1787,
Pemberton and
Highlands
During
this
Lomond,
"Tours
affection
Ben
many
the
places
in his
of interest on the
to
way
the
his
British
He
his
gained
tour,
deep
of
companions
and
John
THOMAS vtlLKINSON.
Pemberton bequeathed and
bridle as a
his life wrote frequently, to
303
his saddle
mark of
friendship,
remainder of
In
1791,
Wilkinson
walked to
London
to
attend
the
heartily with
on the subject.
passed
several
in his
busy
life,
months
in
Wilkinson's
quiet
home,
and
wife's
after-
him
to go further south.
He
friend,
and the
for
some time
to recruit his
Mary Leadbeater
of Ballitore,
"I had
on
lately a
me who
sprung originally
village.
He
and
back
preferment,
and
settled
down
contentedly
among our
Lakes with
his sister
his nurse.
in
He
is
writes
He
the
same
character.
transcribe
thee
short piece as a
specimen.
His name
William Wordsworth."
In another
lately
I
Wordsworth has
;
married
told,
but
am
England, his
sister
used to
him
his love-letters
"
!
In
at
Yanwath with
Wilkinson
distant
indeed
this quiet
304
men
of his time
his letters
mention
painter,
and
He
life,
and
to
pursue
Fells,
at
growing
difficult,
those
For the
last
he became
totally
blind.
Thomas
infirm,
and very
These
He
died on the
13th
June,
1836,
at
the
age
of
eighty-five.
particulars have
" An appeal
to
1780."
"Emont
He
To My Thrushes, Blackbirds,
(Some
friends
etc.
my
Ye
finches
and
linnets,
Who
dwell in
my
Your company's
sweet,
to see
You visit about from the juniper tree To the gooseberry bush but a recent intrusion Has thrown all your harmony into confusion
;
!
I pity
you
greatly.
THOMAS WILKINSON.
That while you sang sweetly
to strangers a-walking,
305
They should rush on your privacy, little regarding Your slumbering babes, and not caring a farthing
For your poor loving wives, who required kind
attention,
!
A
Ye
proceeding so rough
blackbirds
is
unpleasant to mention
and finches and all. when I call You know, my sweet birds, ahd it's known to your
linnets,
and
No
I
longer
sit
piping aloof
spouses,
Your green
As
if
me
How How
I
could
you tugged
at
I forgot
How
my
cot
I thought,
wrought.
Of a house
my
own, and
sit
by
And
I
there, in
due time,
it might cross my thought me and comfort my nest, that my chirpers might rest.
all
without scolding or
strife.
;
From
Round your mansions of moss you may warble all From the apple-tree bough or the juniper spray.
Unmolested by
day,
me
Nor went about robbing your nests when a boy. You've often amused a poor head full of care With a bounce to the clouds or your tumbles in
If
air
And am
I scarce
my
trees
When you
my
cherries
and
pilfer
my
peas
With pleasure
I see
light pinions,
2Q
306
And
and
fly
round your
little
dominions.
The whole of my garden is open and free, Each tree shall be yours, and the boughs of each
Mary, Queen of Scots at Lowther.
tree.
When good
Sir
fair
domains.
With pensive
From distant scenes a beauteous stranger came. In meek distress appeared the lovely dame Her tender griefs seemed kindly felt by all
:
No
The rural sports beneath the greenwood shade. Were all suspended while the stranger stay'd.
While polished sense and
wit's attractive light.
degree.
dignity.
The The
Oft
honour'd stranger
th'
prest,
apartment lodged
exalted guest.
when
Her
air,
fair,
And
" "
thus discoursed
"
Ye
far
Unenvied
live,
hour
flies
it lies."
beauty fades,
fragrance
in the dust
Now
ground
:
bound
to say,
THOMAS WILKINSON.
" Sport, happy race "
"
!
307
:
your
little
hour away
A common
lot
perhaps our
lives
may
close,
she sought
And by
the
window
That seemed
my
treasure lies."
forego.
And
Through
descends.
fell,
Low on
last farewell
JAMES
H.
WILSON.
uncommon woman,
in
out-of-the-way fields.
She was
steeped to the
in
the
of the
Middle Ages.
among
now
poets,
and
to
child
she taught him from his earliest years long poems, Latin
in
order to
poems
as will
left school,'
and entered
his
London and
During a part of
his journeys led
towns.
country,
He
this
romantic tract of
first
wanderings
became
After
many happy
fell
careless years
with small earnings, but smaller needs, the young poet, free
in love,
and married
this
free
JAMES
materially unproductive
to his father's
ofifice,
H.
WILSON.
to
3O9
life
had
be abandoned.
He returned
and
settled
full
down
home
life.
He
Poems "
critics,
in
1892.
and
to
contains
much Some
beautiful work.
The
Classical pieces
seem
me
and the
in
done.
of the
lyrics
memory, and
unforgetable
a shadow of subtle
James H. Wilson
will
give us
hope, justifying
should always
how
well
its
holy
name
of poet.
Orestes.
Bright and
brighter
how
it
falls
walls.
How
make room.
flies
;
my
!
head awhile
I will talk,
and you
it
shall smile.
Brighter
still
sends again
Summer memories
through
my
brain
When
And
in
tender days,
we two
as children do.
Showed us pleasant paths to tread. In the woods sweet sounds were heard
In the woods dwelt every
bird,
3IO
Up among
Where
the small
brown
all
small.
wood
And we
we knew,
And
the
tall
Were
We
If
men
we once
our sword.
We would We would
So we waded,
and you.
died,
me back
!"
you
cried.
You
How
And
for scorn,
;
deride,
;
:
JAMES
H. WILSON.
3II
Agamemnon, king
of men."
Then you
fair,
Which
in
that
mimic Troy
And we
When we told our fancies wild To our mother how she smiled
Mother
Furies
. .
.
mother
!
...
me
(I forgot)
hence
faces,
approach
not.
hair.
depart
mad
forbear.
with woe.
let
me
go.
like flame.
Hate and
horror, blood
and death
Ravenous fangs
that flesh
it
is
hot.
Hear
it
shriek
oh, tear
not.
Shew no streaming wounds to me. Hide them. Let them Close them.
If I sinned
It
be.
if
blood
I spilt.
guilt.
my
path,
;
my
312
did
oh what a deed
ne'er
!
been done
!
No Ah
such mother
!
no such son
you
.
fade, as
. .
phantoms do
.
. .
Gone past vanished Why, I thought that far away You had fied, nor dared to stay. Nay? you arms were round me? what?
. .
Sister ?
You ?
And you spoke ? I heard you not. Called me "brother" soft and low?
Gentle
girl, I
me ?
Foul and
fierce,
and
filthy black.
Yes,
I
my
was
sick.
Lean your
Are those
Nay,
I
face
tears,
down
closer
yet.
?
You need not speak. Though you fled not, when they came, Though you stood here, all the same. Yet you wept 1 know you did.
know.
;
fair.
Which
in
Weep
not.
All
is
well again.
Sleep at
!
last
What good
sleep brings
all
seems
past.
JAMES
H.
WILSON
?
313
Wake me
Why, the
if
he comes.
I
If who
forget
king.
Far in Troy
but you
Such long
I
years,
my
brow.
come
the king
!
Sister,
how
Walk
beside
me on
the shore,
sister
hush.
How
Love me Keep me
Long.
death us
life.
part,''
your heart.
is
to wife.
laid aside
home
The bridegroom
shall
know
his bride.
And
The
Fairies'
Glen at Melrose.
!
MORNING
in spring
Of
rivers
A joy
in the glade
lifting
The
; ;
314
And
As
our
forest.
?
wandered
skies
little
The
Sing on,
The
winter
L'
past
and away."
Envoi.
Desert
Here,
let
me
though
far
your
Whence were
from slumber.
Tears from the darkness of
can number?
These, from
the victims of hate,
jails,
oppression,
Vengeance
and Law
the
fierce
Right
of Possession
making ?
Flesh and blood like your own, but hearts that are broken and
breaking
Onward
Poets
men
are gay,
and the
feaster
carouses
still
for
them houses.
Therefore
I
my
lute
in the dust,
and
in silence I
ponder
Powerless to help,
I I
am
would wander.
JAMES
H. WILSON.
315
What
swallow
Shaken about by the wind, there are reeds smooth and hollow.
for the
mouth,
Each
to his task
it.
Ye
strife,
and ye never
ye
did fear
I
a song.
hear
it.
THOMAS
1854.
HENRY WRIGHT
His
father's family
was born
originally
at Cork, in
came
from Plow-
reign, Alice,
T. H. Wright
He
left
and joined
member
of the
like himself
They
He
has written
of which have
appeared
Love
" There was silence
in
in Silence.
For one
of seraph harmonies
silence.
Melodies
As evening
So
stillness
stealeth
on by slow degrees
not the faintest breeze
th'
grew
till
angelic lyres.
317
Was there less love, when silence entered bliss And dropped like dew, upon the holy hill ?
Nay, doubly more
!
fill
Of lovers' vows
I
but,
remember
lips are
this
still,
love
more deeply
that
my
soul's abyss.