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diff --git a/38596-h/38596-h.htm b/38596-h/38596-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a9c08c2 --- /dev/null +++ b/38596-h/38596-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,11143 @@ +<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN" + "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd"> + +<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> + <head> + <meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=iso-8859-1" /> + <title> + The Project Gutenberg eBook of Notable Women Authors of the Day, by Helen C. 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Black + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Notable Women Authors of the Day + Biographical Sketches + +Author: Helen C. Black + +Release Date: January 17, 2012 [EBook #38596] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK NOTABLE WOMEN AUTHORS OF THE DAY *** + + + + +Produced by Delphine Lettau and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<div class="notebox"> + <p><b>TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE:</b> Portraits have been moved from the middle of the + chapter to the beginning of the same. Footnotes have been renumbered + and moved to the end of the chapter in which they appear. Obvious errors have been + silently corrected.</p> +</div> + +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<h3>NOTABLE WOMEN AUTHORS OF<br /> +THE DAY.</h3> +<p> </p> + + +<p> </p> +<h4>Printed at the University Press,<br /> +<small>AND PUBLISHED BY</small><br /> +DAVID BRYCE AND SON, GLASGOW.<br /> +<br /> +<small>LONDON:</small><br /> +SIMPKIN, MARSHALL, HAMILTON, KENT & CO., LTD.<br /> +</h4> +<p> </p> + + +<p> </p> +<h3>NOTABLE WOMEN AUTHORS.</h3> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> + + +<h1> +Notable<br /> +<big>Women Authors</big><br /> +of the Day<br /> +</h1> + +<h4><i>Biographical Sketches</i></h4> + +<p> </p> +<h3>By Helen C. Black</h3> +<p> </p> + +<h4>With Portraits</h4> +<p> </p> + +<h4>Glasgow<br /> +<big>David Bryce and Son</big><br /> +1893</h4> +<p> </p> + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">[Pg v]</a></span></p> + +<p> </p> +<h4> +<small>TO MY</small><br /> +BELOVED AND ONLY DAUGHTER.<br /> +</h4> +<p> </p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_vi" id="Page_vi">[Pg vi]</a></span></p> +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">[Pg vii]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/img009.png" width="600" height="600" alt="" title="" /> +<p>These sketches originally +appeared as a series in +the "Lady's Pictorial" and +are republished with the +Editor's kind permission.</p> + +<p>They are now revised, +enlarged and brought up +to date.</p> + +<p style='text-align: right'>Helen C. Black</p> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_viii" id="Page_viii">[Pg viii]</a></span></p> + + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_ix" id="Page_ix">[Pg ix]</a></span></p> +<h3>CONTENTS.</h3> + + + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'><small><i>From Photographs by</i></small></td><td align='right'><small>PAGE</small></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>MRS. LYNN LINTON</i>,</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Barrauds</span> Ltd., London,</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>MRS. RIDDELL</i>,</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">C. Vandyk</span>, S. Kensington,</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_11">11</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>MRS. L. B. WALFORD</i>,</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Barrauds</span> Ltd., London,</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_26">26</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>RHODA BROUGHTON</i>,</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Barrauds</span> Ltd., London,</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_37">37</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>JOHN STRANGE WINTER</i>,<br />(<i>MRS. ARTHUR STANNARD.</i>)</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Barrauds</span> Ltd., London,</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_45">45</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>MRS. ALEXANDER</i>,</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Elliott & Fry</span>, London,</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_58">58</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>HELEN MATHERS</i>,</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Walery</span>, London,</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_68">68</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>FLORENCE MARRYAT</i>,</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">London Stereoscopic Co</span>. Ltd.,</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_81">81</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>MRS. LOVETT CAMERON</i>,</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Mayall & Co.</span> Ltd., London,</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_96">96</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>MRS. HUNGERFORD</i>,</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Guy & Co.</span>, Cork,</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_107">107</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>MATILDA BETHAM EDWARDS</i>,</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Barrauds</span> Ltd., London,</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_120">120</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>EDNA LYALL</i>,</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">G. Churchill</span>, Eastbourne,</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_133">133</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>ROSA NOUCHETTE CAREY</i>,</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">S. J. POOLE & Co.</span>, Putney,</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_145">145</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>ADELINE SERGEANT</i>,</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">H. S. Mendelssohn</span>, London,</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_157">157</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>MRS. EDWARD KENNARD</i>,</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Speight</span>, Market Harboro,</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_172">172</a><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_x" id="Page_x">[Pg x]</a></span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>JESSIE FOTHERGILL</i>,</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Warwick Brookes</span>, M'chester,</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_184">184</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>LADY DUFFUS HARDY</i>,</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">J. Russell & Sons</span>, London,</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_198">198</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>IZA DUFFUS HARDY</i>,</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">J. Russell & Sons</span>, London,</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_204">204</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>MAY CROMMELIN</i>,</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">J. Thomson</span>, London,</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_210">210</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>MRS. HOUSTOUN</i>,</td><td></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_223">223</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>MRS. ALEX. FRASER</i>,</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">W. & A. H. Fry</span>, Brighton,</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_234">234</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>HONOURABLE MRS. HENRY CHETWYND</i>,</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Maull</span> & Fox, London,</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_247">247</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>JEAN MIDDLEMASS</i>,</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">T. Fall</span>, Baker St., London, W.</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_260">260</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>AUGUSTA DE GRASSE STEVENS</i>,</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Vernon Kaye</span>, London,</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_270">270</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>MRS. LEITH ADAMS</i>,</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">J. H. Blomfield</span>, Hastings,</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_286">286</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><i>JEAN INGELOW</i>,</td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Barrauds Ltd.</span>, London,</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_299">299</a></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p> +<h1>NOTABLE WOMEN AUTHORS.</h1> + + + + +<h2><a name="MRS_LYNN_LINTON" id="MRS_LYNN_LINTON"></a>MRS. LYNN LINTON.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 50%;"> +<img src="images/frontis.jpg" width="100%" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + + + +<p>A blue sky and a bright sun belie the typical foggy +month of November, and while entering the elevator +which glides rapidly and smoothly to the eighth floor +of the gigantic pile of buildings once cynically termed +"Hankey's Folly"—now Queen Anne's Mansions—you +feel justified in anticipating a glorious view over the +great city. You step out into a corridor where are +arranged a stand of grenades with a couple of hydrants, +backed by printed directions for their use, and are +shown into the library of the distinguished author; +but ere there is time to look around, the door opens, +and Mrs. Lynn Linton enters.</p> + +<p>Her personality may be described thus: tall, upright, +and stately in appearance, the keen, but kindly bright +blue eyes smiling through the gold-rimmed glasses +which she always wears. She is clad in a suitable black +dress, trimmed with jet, a white lace cap partially +covers the thick grey hair, which escapes in a tiny +natural curl or two on each side of the smooth, +in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span>tellectual forehead. The eyebrows—far apart—are +straight and level, but shaded off so delicately that +they impart a look of benignity and softness to the +aristocratic nose, while the curves of the well-cut lips +indicate straightforwardness, sincerity of disposition, +and power. Can it be possible that you had felt a +momentary trepidation before meeting the gifted +woman for whose genius you have ever entertained +the greatest reverence? But Mrs. Lynn Linton will +have none of it! Her kind and friendly greeting puts +you at once at ease. She says that she has an hour or +two to spare, that her work is well on, and that there +is no immediate fear of her being disturbed by an +emissary from the printers, so you settle down to have +a good talk, and to learn from your hostess some +particulars of her early life, and her subsequent eventful +career.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Lynn Linton was born at Keswick; her father +being the vicar of Crosthwaite, Cumberland. When +only five months old, her mother (a daughter of Dr. +Goodenough, Bishop of Carlisle) died, leaving a family +of twelve children. She was brought up plainly and +frugally, with no particular advantages of education; +nevertheless, at an early age she developed a strong +taste for reading and a thirst for knowledge. Casting +aside her childish story books, she dived into such +ancient literature and chronicles as she found on her +father's book-shelves, and at the age of eleven determined +to train herself to be a writer. About this +time she became keenly interested in Polish affairs, in +which her favourite brother took an active part. In +those days there were not the same facilities for pro<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span>curing +books as in later years, but the young child-student +managed to overcome all obstacles, and educated +herself, mastering French, German, and Italian. +The one aim and end to which her ambition was +directed buoyed her up through early years of what +were somewhat rough times to the shy, nervous, +short-sighted girl, who always seemed in everyone's +way.</p> + +<p>To this repression and self-training may be attributed +the independence of thought, the thoroughness, +the originality of idea, as well as the deep sympathy +with young and struggling authors which are Mrs. +Lynn Linton's prevailing characteristics. One of her +earliest recollections is of the poet Southey, and that to +this day she can recall to mind his peculiar face, his +dark eyes, full of fire, his eagle nose, and thin figure. +She wrote her first novel, "Azeth, the Egyptian," when +she came to London, at the age of twenty-three, and +from that day to this has supported herself entirely by +her pen; but she says that this "first book" gave her a +whole year's hard work to write, and she thinks it is +now probably "unreadable." For her second, "Amymone," +she will ever have the tenderest memories, and +the blue eyes kindle when she remarks that it was the +means of bringing her into contact with Walter Savage +Landor, and securing for her his lasting sympathy and +friendship. She says he was her literary father, her +guide, philosopher, and friend, and that one of her +dearest treasures is a large packet of letters from the +poet, beginning "My dear daughter," and signed +"Father" only, or "Your affectionate father," as +well as those verses which he addressed to her,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span> +ending with the line, "Pure heart, and lofty soul, Eliza +Lynn."</p> + +<p>Between the production of "Realities: a Tale," in +1851, and "Witch Stories," there was a gap of ten +years, which the young writer devoted principally +to journalism. She was, indeed, the first of women +journalists. She contributed to several of the daily +papers and magazines. Presently a series of pungent +and clever essays began in the <i>Saturday Review</i>, which +increased its fame, and took the world by storm. "The +Girl of the Period," "The Shrieking Sisterhood," +"Paying One's Shot," "Mature Sirens," have now +passed into proverbs. They made a famous topic of +conversation at dinner-tables, and proved a decided hit. +For many years a certain lady of rank had the credit +of the series, until at last, after many futile efforts, Mrs. +Lynn Linton was allowed to collect her own papers +and publish them under her own name.</p> + +<p>"I never mind how much I slash," says Mrs. Lynn +Linton, "because I always feel I am not slashing at a +personality, but at a type. Thackeray never drew +Becky Sharp from one individual; we all know a Becky +Sharp."</p> + +<p>In 1858 the young writer married Mr. Linton, the +well-known wood engraver, and in 1861 began again +the interrupted series of fifteen novels, amongst which +were "Under which Lord?" "Patricia Kemball," "The +True Story of Joshua Davidson," "Lizzie Lorton of +Greyrigg," "Sowing the Wind," "The Atonement of +Leam Dundas," "The World Well Lost," "The Rebel +of the Family," "My Love," "Paston Carew, Miser and +Millionaire," "Jane Stewart," "Through the Long<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span> +Night," and "Christopher Kirkland." This last is +deeply interesting, as a history of the author herself, +her theories, philosophy, and religious opinions.</p> + +<p>The writing table in the cosy library—or as Mrs. +Lynn Linton often calls it, "the workroom"—is placed +slantways to catch the best light, and commands a +beautiful view from the windows, full south over the +Surrey hills.</p> + +<p>The cut-glass inkstand has been in constant use for +over fifty years. Papers, reviews, and books of reference +are tidily heaped up; the table is full, but in +perfect order; commenting on this to your hostess, +she says it is "part of her nature, she could find +anything in the dark." She is altogether a believer +in method, regularity, and punctuality, which last +quality gained for her from Charles Dickens the +remark that she was "good for anything, and +thoroughly reliable."</p> + +<p>Opening a well-worn "Dictionary of Greek and +Roman Antiquities" lying on a side-table close at +hand, Mrs. Lynn Linton remarks it was bought with +nearly her first earnings, and that she has by degrees +purchased nearly all the books, which seem to occupy +every available recess. The two deep cases opposite +are filled with treasures of literature, and the tall +revolving bookstand contains chiefly her collection of +favourite poets—Landor, Arnold, Swinburne.</p> + +<p>A Persian carpet of subdued tints covers the floor; +on a large round table, over which hangs a lamp of +graceful design, is heaped, with extreme precision, a +mass of journals, magazines, and periodicals; not a +paper is awry. The great accumulation of literature<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span> +has indeed necessitated the fitting up of two tall, +narrow recesses at the other end of the room, each +neatly hidden by a long tapestry curtain. A tender +light comes into Mrs. Lynn Linton's face as she points +out three photographs hanging on the wall. The first +is of her beloved brother, "without fear or favour," +who died of a broken heart after the death of an +adored wife; the second is of her "father" Landor; +and the third is of Mr. Linton—"brother, father, +husband," she says, with infinite tenderness for the +memory of all three.</p> + +<p>Asking to be allowed to see the famous view +from the drawing-room, which it is said "looks +over St. James's Park and Carlton Terrace, and +embraces the whole of the park from Buckingham +Palace to the Horse Guards," "<i>Did</i> embrace it," +amends Mrs. Linton, mournfully, "but come and see." +She leads the way to the opposite side of the flat, into a +rather long drawing-room, the windows of which look +due south over the uninterrupted view one might +reasonably have expected to see. Alas! a tall and +ugly erection of bricks and mortar has sprang up to +the left, obscuring a portion of the prospect. "They +have given me only a vista," says Mrs. Lynn Linton, +"where I once had a view." What is left, however, is +very fine, and from the great height above ground the +people look like pigmies dotted about. Queen Caroline +once talked of shutting up this lovely park, and converting +it into a noble garden for the palace. She +consulted Walpole as to the probable cost; the witty +minister replied, "Only three crowns, your Majesty," +and the idea was abandoned.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span></p> + +<p>There is a peculiarly long, narrow frame hanging +on the opposite side of the wall, and as Mrs. Lynn +Linton permits an inspection of everything, you +examine it carefully, while she explains the subject. +It is nearly four yards long, and represents the Parthenon +frieze—the Panathenaic procession—and the +fight of the Amazons and Athenians, reduced and +restored by John Herring. As the slate matrix was +broken, it is now extremely valuable. It is in plaster +of Paris, mounted on red, and is the property of Mr. +Linton, who has bequeathed it to the National Gallery +in America. The small statuette of "Margaret," +modelled by Geefs, is another and very rare gem. +Mrs. Lynn Linton is also the possessor of a quaint grey +vase, a relic of the Great Exhibition of 1851. On one +little table, covered with an Oriental cloth, crowded +with favourite photographs, the portrait of a graceful, +pretty girl occupies a prominent place. "That is my +Beatrice, my Bee, my dear adopted daughter," she says, +"dear as if she were my own; and these," pointing to +two large framed pictures, "are both likenesses of my +friend Mr. Fuller, a nephew of Sir Arthur Helps. +We first became friends through correspondence. He +sent me his book, 'Culmshire Folk.' His wife invited +me to Ireland last year, and the result was my first +and last political work about that country."</p> + +<p>You ask Mrs. Lynn Linton to tell you about some +of the celebrated people whom she has met. After +musing awhile, she mentions Captain Maconochie (the +convicts' friend), Sir Charles Babbage, Kinglake, Miss +Jane Porter, Mrs. Milner Gibson—"she was my social +godmother; but these all belonged to a past generation.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span> +In later years I was more or less on intimate terms +with Harrison Ainsworth, George Eliot, Sir Henry +Layard, Sir Henry Rawlinson, Tom Taylor, Thackeray, +Dickens, Yates, Wilkie Collins, Swinburne, Sir Roderick +Murchison, Rider Haggard, Dr. Elliotson, and William +Spottiswoode, late President of the Royal Society. <i>He</i> +was a prince among men, and I loved and reverenced +his noble character."</p> + +<p>Unlike many literary women, Mrs. Lynn Linton is a +great adept with her needle. The beautiful silk embroideries—of +which she is very proud—cushions, +chair seats, and the handsome fire-screen are all the +work of her skilful fingers, and made from her own +designs. The big green frog and the swallows hanging +on the left are a present from Mr. Oswald Crawfurd, +the famous consul at Oporto. The Tunis plates and +various photographs indicate that your hostess has +made sundry journeys abroad, and travelled in many +foreign lands where she has picked up a few picturesque +"bits" as mementos of the places which she +visited; but she says her most cherished possession +is the gold cinquecento basket standing yonder, the +gift of Walter Savage Landor.</p> + +<p>Yet more books! Each recess in the opposite +wall is well filled, also the low dwarf bookcase +under the large mirror, and another under the +Herring "slate."</p> + +<p>You are curious to know if Mrs. Lynn Linton reads +and is influenced by criticisms on her works? She +says she has never striven for popularity, and has +boldly put forth her opinions, without caring for the +consequences. She was once called "selfish." <i>Selfish!</i><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span> +Have you not known, and been told by a score of young +authors, that they owe their success and a deep debt of +gratitude to her! In despair, one after another has +taken to her an article, a story, a three-volume novel, a +play; what not? With patience she would pore over +a crabbed manuscript, word by word, suggesting, correcting, +improving, advising. She has a large number +of young friends, who confide all their troubles, hopes, +and wishes to her, with the certainty of absolute +sympathy and wise counsel. Far from being stern or +severe, as some of her books might lead one to think, +she is bubbling over with the milk of human kindness, +and her chief desire is to be of use or help +to some one. The tender, motherly manner casts +its spell over you too, and you find yourself presently +pouring out confidences as if she were an old +acquaintance.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Lynn Linton generally enjoys the best of health. +She keeps early hours, works in the morning, takes +plenty of exercise, and "plain living" keeps the <i>mens +sana in corpore sano</i> for "high thinking." Although +in her sixth decade, she possesses a splendid physique, +of which she is pardonably proud. She says she finds +residing in her exalted flat far preferable to a house. +There she is out of the reach of burglars and beggars; +she lives at less expense, combined with incomparably +more comfort; whilst the servants of the gigantic +establishment all respect her, and "Ellen," who has +been there for eleven years, she calls her "child," and +looks upon her as a personal friend.</p> + +<p>But the clock strikes. You have been unconscionable. +The time has sped so rapidly that the promised hour<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span> +has doubled itself. You say good-bye, and as Mrs. +Lynn Linton kindly asks you to come again on her +"Saturdays, to one, or to all," you look down on the +small white hand which holds yours, and notice the +long slender fingers. The memory of its hearty clasp +remains on your mind as you are conveyed down the +eight stories of Queen Anne's Mansions, and so, into +the street, where you become one of the aforenamed +"pigmies."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="MRS_RIDDELL" id="MRS_RIDDELL"></a>MRS. RIDDELL.</h2> + + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 50%;"> +<img src="images/img011.jpg" width="100%" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + + +<p>The sleepy little village of Upper Halliford, Middlesex, +has one peculiar charm. Though within ten +minutes' walk of Walton Bridge, it lies quite off the +main line of traffic, and is consequently free from the +visits of Cockney tourists, affording in this, as in +many other respects, a striking contrast to Lower +Halliford, which, situated on a lovely reach of the +Thames, welcomes annually thousands of visitors.</p> + +<p>There the inevitable steam-launch cuts its swift +way through the water; there boating-men, clad in +all the colours of the rainbow, are to be met with, +on or after Good Friday, when the "season" begins; +there persistent fishermen, seated in punts warily +moored, angle day after day, and all day long, for +the bream, roach, and gudgeon, to be found in such +abundance; there furnished houses let at high rents; +willows dip their branches in the river, and from +thence the trees of Oatlands show well on the +upland on the opposite sides of the glistening Thames.</p> + +<p>It was between Lower Halliford and Walton +Bridge—half of which is in Surrey and half in +Middlesex—that, at a point called the Coway Stakes,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span> +Julius Cæsar is believed to have crossed the river. +The name "Coway Stakes" originated in the fact +that there Cassivelaunus fortified the banks, and +filled the river with sharp-pointed stakes to prevent +the enemy from crossing the stream, but notwithstanding +these precautions the Roman leader and +his legions accomplished their purpose, and, a little +way above where the Ship Hotel (so well known to +boating-men), now stands, a terrible battle was +fought in the year 54 <span class="smcap">B.C.</span> between the Britons and +Romans. Several relics have been dug up about +this part of the Thames, also a number of the stakes +taken from the bed of the river, black with age, +but still sound.</p> + +<p>Any one who cares to walk on to Walton should +make a point of visiting the old Church of St. +Mary—an edifice of great antiquity—in order to see +a curious relic, dated 1632, a scold's bit, or bridle, +bearing the following inscription:—</p> + +<p class="poem"> +"Chester to Walton sends a bridle<br /> +To curb women's tongues that talk too idle." +</p> + +<p>Upper Halliford, unlike Lower Halliford, or Walton, +has nothing to show in the way of beauty or relic. +It boasts no history, it has no legend, or old church, +or historic mansion. It is only a quaint little +hamlet, which might be a hundred miles from the +bustle and roar of London; there, however, the +famous author of "George Geith of Fen Court" has +for the last seven years made her home, where she +lives in absolute seclusion.</p> + +<p>Her little cottage stands slightly back from the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span> +high road. It is built flush with the ground, and +covered with trellis-work, which in summer time is +concealed by clustering white roses and clematis. +The porch is in the centre, and the rooms on each +side have broad bay windows. There is a large +field in front, and so many evergreens about the +cottage, that, when snow comes, the place looks like +a winter "transformation scene."</p> + +<p>A great, old-fashioned garden stretches far out at +the back, and it was chiefly the tranquillity and +privacy of this delightful garden, with its grand old +hedge of holly, now bright with red berries, which +attracted Mrs. Riddell, and decided her to settle +down, away from the world, after long and fierce +buffeting with the stormy seas of sorrow, disappointment, +losses, and bereavement, of which she has had +so large a share.</p> + +<p>The gentle, quiet face tells its tale of early struggles, +heavy burdens, severe trials; yet time has not laid +its ruthless hand over-harshly on the author. Not a +silver hair is visible on the soft, brown hair, which is +simply rolled into a neat coil, high on the back of her +head, and fastened by a large tortoise-shell comb. The +deep grey eyes are undimmed, and wear a look of peace +and resignation, nobly won; while "ever and anon of +griefs subdued, there comes a token" which recalls the +past. But Mrs. Riddell can smile sweetly, and when +she smiles, two—yes two—absolutely girlish dimples +light up the expressive countenance. She is tall, has +a good carriage, and is dressed in black; she has +worn no colours for over ten years.</p> + +<p>The little room is very simply but prettily fur<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span>nished. +It is lighted by one bay window reaching to +the ground in front, and a glass door at the side. Soft, +white rugs lie here and there on the dark red carpet, +and an old-fashioned bookcase contains the works of +her favourite authors. There are no particular curiosities +or decorations to be seen, save one valuable bit +of old Dresden china, two or three plates of ancient +Crown Derby, together with a couple of quaint +Delhi-work salvers, and a few pictures hanging on +the walls. Of these last, two are particularly attractive. +One is the Head of a Christ crowned +with thorns, beautifully painted on copper; the +other, over the fire place, represents the Castle of +Carrigfergus, which, though built nearly a thousand +years ago, is still strong enough to hold a troop of +soldiers.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Riddell was born in Ireland, at The Barn, +Carrigfergus. She was the youngest daughter of Mr. +James Cowan, who held the post of High Sheriff for +the county of that town.</p> + +<p>"Yes, I am from the north—the black north," says +your hostess in a low, soft voice. "My grandfather +was in the navy, and my great-grandfather fought at +Culloden, so I may fairly claim to be English, Scotch, +and Irish. My mother, Ellen Kilshaw, was a beautiful, +graceful, and accomplished English woman. On +most subjects people have two opinions, but I never +heard a second opinion about my mother. Even +amongst those who only knew her in later life, when +stricken with disease, and changed by long years of +sorrow, she stands out a distinct personality, as one +of those possessed of the manners, appearance, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span> +ideas, that we associate with the highest bred women +of the past!"</p> + +<p>"And she was good as she was beautiful. I wish +you could hear how rich and poor who knew her in +the old time at The Barn still speak of her. As for +me, while I speak, the grief of her death seems sharp +and present as on that sixteenth of December when +she left me."</p> + +<p>Last autumn, after a lapse of twenty-five years, Mrs. +Riddell revisited her native place. "Such of our old +friends as were left," she says, "I found as kind as +ever."</p> + +<p>It must have been sad, yet sweet, for the author +to recall the old reminiscences of her girlish home as +she saw once more the pretty bungalow-like house, with +its gardens, hot-houses, and vineries, and to visit again +the spot where, at the age of fifteen, she remembers +writing her first story.</p> + +<p>"It was on a bright moonlight night," she says—"I +can see it now flooding the gardens—that I began it, +and I wrote week after week, never ceasing until it +was finished. Need I add it was never published?"</p> + +<p>She goes on eloquently to tell you of yet further +recollections of the old house, the memory of her +father's lingering illness, and the low, sweet tones of +her mother's voice as she read aloud to him for hours +together. "From my father," says Mrs. Riddell, "I +think I got the few brains I possess. Undoubtedly +he was a very clever man, but <i>I</i> never knew him at +his best, for as far as my memory goes back he was +always more or less a sufferer, blessed with the most +tender and devoted wife man ever had."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span></p> + +<p>On her father's death, the property passed into other +hands, and with but a small jointure the broken-hearted +widow and her daughter left their old home. +They lived afterwards, for a while, in the charming +village of Dundonald in the County Down, where +the young author subsequently laid the scene of her +novel, "Berna Boyle," and then, after a good deal of +meditation, they decided to come to London. In later +years she wrote three other Irish stories, "The Earl's +Promise," "The Nun's Curse," and "Maxwell Drewitt," +which last contains an exciting account of an election +at Connemara.</p> + +<p>"I have often wished," says Mrs. Riddell "we +never had so decided, yet in that case, I do not think +I ever should have achieved the smallest success, and +even before we left, with bitter tears, a place where +we had the kindest friends, and knew much happiness, +my mother's death was—though neither of us then +knew the fact—a certainty. The illness of which she +died had then taken hold of her. She had always a +great horror of pain mental and physical; she was +keenly sensitive, and mercifully before the agonising +period of her complaint arrived, the nerves of sensation +were paralysed; first or last, she never lost a night's +sleep the whole of the ten weeks, during which I +fought with death for her, and—was beaten."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Riddell's first impressions of London are well +worth recording. Coming as strangers to a strange +land, throughout the length and breadth of the great +metropolis, she says, "We did not know a single +creature! During the first fortnight, indeed, I really +thought I should break my heart. I had never taken<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span> +kindly to new places, and, remembering the sweet +hamlet and the loving friends left behind, London +seemed to me horrible! I could not eat; I could +not sleep; I could only walk over the 'stony-hearted +streets' and offer my manuscripts to publisher after +publisher, who unanimously declined them." The +desolation of her spirit can be more easily imagined +than described. Conceive the situation of the young +girl, burning to earn a living by her pen, knowing +that it was within her to do so, yet unacquainted with +a single literary or other person; friendless, unknown, +with an invalid mother, and terribly insufficient means! +And when, at last, she sold a story, called "Moors +and Fens," that beloved mother had passed away; +and your eyes moisten as the daughter mentions the +touching and filial use to which her first twenty +pounds were applied.</p> + +<p>But Mrs. Riddell has something pleasant to say +for those who declined her MSS., and it must be +related in her own words: "Looking back I <i>must</i> +say, as a rule, they were all very kind to me. I +was too ignorant and heartsore to understand how +gracious they were to my simplicity, even more than +to my youth. Yet I shall never forget how charming +Mr. George Bentley's manner seemed the first day I +saw him. His father—the kindest, most impulsive, +most sympathetic of men—was alive then, and for +many a year afterwards; but it so happened that Mr. +George Bentley was the partner whom I saw, and," +she adds smiling, and naïvely, "though he, like everyone +else, refused my work, still I left his office not +unhappy, but thinking much more about how courteous<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span> +and nice he was than of how entirely the wrong person +in the wrong place I seemed to be. Ere long, +with some publishers I became quite on friendly +terms, and I have now known three generations of +the Bentleys."</p> + +<p>After a short silence Mrs. Riddell resumes the subject, +saying, "I must name also Mr. Charles Skeet, +of King William Street, who was good enough to +keep my mother supplied with books. Long as it is +since he retired from business, our friendship remained +unbroken until his death. He was most kind to me +always. He published 'The Rich Husband,' 'Too +Much Alone,' 'The World and the Church,' and 'Alaric +Spencer.'"</p> + +<p>"I could always, when the day was frightfully cold—and +<i>what</i> a winter that was when I first came +to London—turn into Mr. Newby's snug and warm +office in Welbeck Street, and have a talk with him +and his 'woman of business.' I am glad to mention +her name—Miss Springett. She was a lady, always +kind, nice, and capable; she remained with him till +her death, I believe. Everyone was good to me in +those days; but, indeed, I have received, all my +life through, an enormous amount of kindness, and +have not a word to say against a world which has +treated me far better than I deserved."</p> + +<p>A year after the death of her mother the young +author married. Mr. Riddell belonged to an old +Staffordshire family, a branch of the Scotch Riddells, +of long descent and gentle blood. "Courageous and +hopeful, gifted with indomitable energy," says his +widow, "endowed with marvellous persistence and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span> +perseverance; modestly conscious of talents which +ought to have made their mark, he, when a mere lad, +began his long quest after fortune, one single favour +from whom he was never destined to receive."</p> + +<p>Gifted with much inventive genius, Mr. Riddell was +also possessed of considerable general knowledge, and +was deeply versed in literature, medicine, science, and +mathematics. To him his wife turned for all the information +she needed in her novels; the chemistry in +"Too Much Alone," the engineering in "City and +Suburb." He supplied all the business details in +"George Geith," and "The Race for Wealth"; while +in "Mortomley's Estate" Mrs. Riddell says she has +"but told the simple story of what, when in ill-health +and broken in spirit, he had to encounter +before ruin, total and complete, overtook him." Too +early in youth overweighted with a heavy burden, +under which a strong man might have found it hard +to stagger, she declares that, "in spite of harassing +trouble and continuous misfortune, their twenty-three +years of married life were happy as few lives are, +simply by reason of his sweet, patient temper, and +his child-like faith." Suddenly and unexpectedly, +the end came, and the crowning sorrow of a much-tried +life was laid upon the devoted wife when death +claimed her gifted husband. Over that grief a veil +must be drawn. Suffice it to say that it is a sorrow +which will ever be keen in her remembrance "Until +the day break and the shadows flee away."</p> + +<p>"I never remember the time," Mrs. Riddell says, +"when I did not compose. Before I was old enough +to hold a pen I used to get my mother to write down<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span> +my childish ideas, and a friend remarked to me quite +lately that she distinctly remembers my being discouraged +in the habit, as it was feared I might be led +into telling untruths. In my very early days I read +everything I could lay hands on, the Koran included, +when about eight years old. I thought it most +interesting."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Riddell describes the way in which the situations +and characters of her books are often suggested. +She observes everything almost unconsciously; but if +asked, directly after, her impressions, she could scarcely +describe them. Later on, perhaps, when between the +border-land of sleep and waking, scenes, words, people +whom she has noticed seem to be photographed on the +brain; sentences form themselves, and in the morning +she is able to reproduce them at length.</p> + +<p>The intimate knowledge of the city possessed by +this novelist is the result of personal experience. +Whilst on her once fruitless expeditions to publishers +she learnt every short cut, every alley and lane by +heart. Little as she relished these excursions at the +time, they laid the foundation for many a scene afterwards +so faithfully depicted in "George Geith," "City +and Suburb" (in which most of the poetry was quoted +from the works of her young sister-in-law, a genius +who died at the age of nineteen), "Daisies and Buttercups," +"The Struggle for Fame," "Mitre Court," "My +First Love, and My Last Love," "The Earl's Promise," +and also that entrancing book, "The Senior Partner," +in which the old Scotch merchant, M'Cullagh, "plain +auld Rab," worthy but saving old gentleman, is a +distinct creation. "In all the old city churches and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span> +graveyards, such, indeed, as are left," Mrs. Riddell says, +sorrowfully, "you could take no better guide than +myself; but, alas! many of the old landmarks are now +pulled down to make room for the ever increasing +business of the great metropolis."</p> + +<p>"Austin Friars" described her first home after her +marriage, when, without much practical knowledge of +business, she was greatly impressed by the lives of +business men. This old house is now a thing of the +past, and the Cannon Street railway runs over the +place where it once stood.</p> + +<p>The author's latest work—a story of seaside life, +and her twenty-ninth novel—is called "Grays Point," +and will be brought out in three volumes in the +coming year. She lately was invited to write an +article for <i>The Lady of the House</i>, a new journal +which appeared in Dublin last year, and this is the +first time that she has ever written a line for an +Irish paper. Of her own books, Mrs. Riddell says +that she prefers "The Mystery in Palace Gardens" +and "Too Much Alone." The latter she considers +made her name, though the first edition was only a +short one, and but four copies were sent out for +review. "A Mad Tour, or A Journey Undertaken in +an Insane Moment through Central Europe on Foot," in +one volume, is a recent work, and describes accurately +her own experiences in company with a young friend. +It gives a bright and amusing account of their misadventures.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Riddell's latest published novel in three volumes, +"The Head of the Firm," fully bears out the +high literary reputation of the author of "George<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span> +Geith." Carefully and conscientiously worked out, +each character is drawn with an unerring hand, and +sustains its interest to the final page, whilst here and +there are not wanting those touches of humour which +have always distinguished her works.</p> + +<p>After a snug luncheon in the comfortable dining-room, +in which, by the way, unexpected little steps and deep +cupboards seem to be built promiscuously—as, indeed, +they are throughout the cottage—your hostess takes +you round the garden, which is well worth seeing, +mid-winter though it be. She points out the great +height of the holly hedge, and laments that she has +been obliged to have twelve feet cut off the top. +Notwithstanding, it is still twenty feet high. The +japonica is the admiration of passers-by in the early +spring, being then covered with a mass of scarlet +flowers. The apricot tree is sadly in want of root +pruning, but, as she says, "I cannot persuade the old +gardener to do it, and as I am never equal to arguing, +I let him take his own way." There is an extraordinary +plant which you have never seen before; its +flowers are green, and Mrs. Riddell says that she never +saw one like it except in her old home. The huge +weeping ash, although now bereft of leaves, is a great +feature, and the high box borders divide large squares +of ground, wherein good old bushes of lavender, rue +and lad's love grow profusely.</p> + +<p>Your hostess points out the adjoining cottage, the +home of her old gardener, aged eighty, and remarks +that another old man who preceded him begged from a +neighbour enough elm to make him a coffin. It was +given to him, and the hitherto unnecessary article<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span> +made. He kept the gruesome object for some time, +but finding it took up too much room in his small +abode, he altered it into a cupboard.</p> + +<p>A turn round the last walk leads to the poultry-yard, +which is a great delight to Mrs. Riddell. She has +several fine breeds of fowls and geese, amongst which +last are two handsome but noisy specimens from +Japan. One little peculiarity of interest must be +noticed. The wall which supports the granary steps +is pierced by two holes for dog kennels, an arrangement +of great antiquity.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Riddell loves walking. The church she attends +lies rather more than two miles away towards Laleham, +which place Arnold left with so much regret, and where +Matthew Arnold is buried. She speaks of Littleton in +the neighbourhood as being the village she described in +"For Dick's Sake," and says, laughing, "It has stood +still for over two hundred years. There is no resident +rector or squire, or doctor, or lawyer, or publican, or +farrier, but it is a sweetly peaceful spot, and the woods +in primrose time are a sight to behold, whilst at Sunbury," +she adds, "to show you how little change may +take place, in one hundred years there have been only +two vicars, and one of them is alive now!"</p> + +<p>But it is getting dark, and tea is ordered as a +preparation for your cold journey; whilst sipping +it, she says that as you are so much interested +in her own early "struggle for fame," she will +mention one more anecdote <i>à propos</i> of Mr. Newby, +as it is amusing, and she relates it thus: "In +those early days he—Mr. Newby—was good enough +to take a book of mine. Of course he only knew<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span> +me by my maiden name, because after my mother's +death Welbeck Street lay quite out of my way, +and I fear I ungratefully forgot the cheerful fire, +and the talks about authors, which were once so +pleasant.</p> + +<p>"For this reason he knew nothing of my doings. +The years came and the years went, till after the +crash came in our affairs; when I was looking about +me for every five-pound note I could get, I bethought +me of this and another old book, which I can never +sufficiently regret republishing. Well, I found I +could sell both of them, and forthwith repaired, after +all that time, to Mr. Newby's, where nothing looked +much changed, and no one seemed much older, +except myself, who had lived many lives in the +interval.</p> + +<p>"Of course both Mr. Newby and Miss Springett +had a vague memory of me, when I reminded the +former that he had published 'Zuriel's Grandchild.' +What I wanted was a copy of the book. He feared +he had not one, but promised to ascertain. I can see +them both now in that warm, comfortable back room, +into which, as a girl, I had often gone shivering.</p> + +<p>"He took a seat on one side of a large table, she on +the other. I sat facing Mr. Newby—a most anxious +woman, yet amused.</p> + +<p>"'Have you,' he said delicately, 'gone on at all +with literature?'</p> + +<p>"'Oh, yes,' I answered.</p> + +<p>"'Have you—published anything?' with great +caution, so as not to hurt my feelings.</p> + +<p>"'Several books,' I replied.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span></p> + +<p>"'Indeed!!!' <i>amazed</i>. 'Might I ask the names?'—tentatively.</p> + +<p>"'Well, amongst others, "George Geith."'</p> + +<p>"A dead silence ensued, during which I had the +comfort of feeling that they both felt sure I was +saying what was not true. I sat quite quiet, and so +did they. If I had not been so burdened with care +I must have laughed out loud. As it happened, I +comported myself, as I have often done since, in many +difficult and humorous positions, with decent gravity, +and then this came from Mr. Newby, the while the +ribbons on Miss Springett's cap were tremulous:</p> + +<p>"'<i>If</i>—you <i>really</i> wrote "George Geith," <i>then</i> indeed +you have achieved a success!'"</p> + +<p>And so you part; with loving tender sympathy. +Though the morn of this distinguished woman's life +has been so clouded, the noon so stormy, the noble, +self-reliant spirit has battled through it bravely and +patiently, and you leave her with the inwardly-breathed +prayer that "at evening time there shall +come light!"</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="MRS_L_B_WALFORD" id="MRS_L_B_WALFORD"></a>MRS. L. B. WALFORD.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 50%;"> +<img src="images/img026.jpg" width="100%" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>A thick fog obscures the whole of London. You +grope your way through Liverpool Street station with +considerable risk, now colliding with a truck full of +luggage, anon canoning against an angry passenger. +Not a yard can be seen in advance, more by good +luck than good guiding the right train is somehow +found, and, half an hour later, it is delightful to +find the enemy is left behind, and that there is +once more cheerful daylight. The sun at first +looks like a sullen ball of fire, but presently, +shaking off, as it were, the heavy clouds, he begins +to shine out brightly, as, after a drive of something +under a mile from the station, the carriage turns +into the old-fashioned lodge gates of wrought iron +on the left. A long road between two low wire +fencings, running nearly straight through the park, +which is dotted about with clumps of trees and +spinneys, suddenly rounds into a wide space in +front of the house, and breaks off into one of those +quaint old rights-of-way which are so common in +this part of Essex.</p> + +<p>Cranbrooke Hall is a substantial red-brick, many-windowed +building, dating nearly two centuries back, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span>but it has been greatly added to and improved +during recent years. The lofty, spacious entrance-hall, +laid down with parquet, branches out into five +reception rooms, opening one into another, all facing +south, and overlooking some seven-hundred-and-fifty +feet of lawn, bordered by a lake formed of clear, +running water, the overflow of a spring which is a +hundred-and-fifty feet deep, and has never yet been +known to run dry. This is, in its turn, bounded by +a shrubbery, which leads round to one of the principal +features of the Cranbrooke Gardens, the "Lovers' +Walk," an ivy colonnade, carpeted with thick, soft +moss.</p> + +<p>Passing through the ante-room, a door opens +on the left, and the picture which presents itself to +the eye is a thoroughly domestic one. A huge +fire, heaped with acacia logs, blazes brightly in the +low deep grate, flanked with brass dogs; tall standard +lamps shed a soft light over a merry family group; +a silver urn stands on the cosy five o'clock tea +table, where a young, fair girl presides. A few +guests are present, and two younger daughters of +the house are flitting in and out with plates of +Scotch scones, cakes, and muffins. The three nursery +little ones have come down to say good-night; the +youngest, a fair-haired, blue-eyed little maiden of +four years, is nestling on her mother's lap. Rising +from amidst them, Mrs. Walford comes forward to +welcome you. She wears a pretty steel-blue tea-gown, +richly embroidered in silks by her own hand; +for your hostess loves needlework, and looks on it +as a great resource for a weary brain. She has a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span> +clear, fair complexion, dark brown hair, and laughing +grey-blue eyes; and the bright, sunny smile, which +in childhood gained for her the pet name of "the +laughing girl," lights up her expressive countenance, +and just reveals two rows of white, even teeth. She +gives you the impression of being a thoroughly +happy, contented, and sweet-tempered woman, and +her subsequent conversation assures you that your +judgment has been correct.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Walford is of Scottish birth. Her father +was the second son of Sir James Colquhoun, the +tenth Baronet of Luss, to whom Burke wrote on +one occasion that he was "<i>the</i> Baronet of Scotland, +just as Sir William Watkin Wynn was <i>the</i> Baronet +of Wales." For seven hundred years the Colquhouns +of Luss have held the same lands, and, unlike those +of many other ancient families, they are still in +as flourishing, or, rather, more flourishing condition, +than they have ever been. The Sir James +Colquhoun who—with four of his keepers and a +ghillie boy—was drowned in Loch Lomond, nearly +seventeen years ago, was a widower with an only son, +the present baronet. Mrs. Walford's mother was +the daughter of Mr. Fuller-Maitland of Stanstead, +Essex.</p> + +<p>Whilst the other visitors are leaving, the opportunity +arises of examining the room more minutely. +The polished oak floor is covered here and there +with Persian carpets; near the door is a lovely +Dutch marqueterie bureau, a husband's gift to a +busy wife, and at which most of her well-known +novels were written. Mrs. Walford says they "fur<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span>nished +their home as a jackdaw does his nest, stick +by stick. From many an old farm-house and wayside +inn they collected piece after piece, handsome old +oak cabinets, chests and chairs, scarcely a single +article having passed through the dealers' hands," +indeed, you shrewdly suspect that the large carved +settle whereon you are seated has been part of some +despoiled church or sacred edifice.</p> + +<p>On a table yonder stands a miniature set of china +under glass, "Jane Eyre's own doll's tea service," +by which Mrs. Walford sets great store, as she +became possessed of it when visiting the house +of Charlotte Brontë. The dainty, antique spinning-wheel +known as "Lady Helen's wheel" (it +belonged to an ancient dame of the Colquhoun +family) is so old that the woodwork has begun +to crumble away; but a more modern specimen +opposite, covered with a cloud of flax, is often +used by your hostess's own nimble fingers. The +relic she treasures above all, however, is a +gold "mazer," inherited by Mr. Walford through +a long line of ancestors. This is a real curiosity, +there being but few of these "mazers" +now left in England. The little "silver table" +holds many a prized bit of old Highland silver, +including one which was picked up on the field of +Bannockburn. Big bowls of Oriental china are filled +with <i>pot-pourri</i>, which gives out a delicious fragrance. +This, Mrs. Walford adds to afresh every year from +an old recipe. Her children laughingly declare that +"whenever they go out to gather flowers for the +tables, mother, with a pair of scissors in hand, has<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span> +snipped off all the finest roses and quietly slipped +them into her pocket."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Walford has inherited her literary tastes. +Her father's well-known book, "The Moor and the +Loch," now in its eighth edition, and full of spirited +engravings, is considered as a classic amongst sportsmen; +and who has not read and laughed over, in +by-gone days, "Holiday House," and other delightful +stories, by her grand-aunt, Catherine Sinclair, daughter +of Sir John Sinclair of Ulbster, himself one of the +most distinguished men of his day? In spite of +Catherine Sinclair and her sister being authors (the +latter was known as the "good" Lady Colquhoun, +and the writer of many religious books for the +Scottish poor), so little was literary reputation then +thought of by some members of the family that, +when Sir Walter Scott appeared at Rossdhu to take +notes for "Rob Roy," he was shown round <i>by the +butler</i>, and never forgave the affront. In consequence +he never mentioned the Colquhouns in that great +romance or in the "Lady of the Lake."</p> + +<p>Speaking of Rossdhu, you tell your hostess that +you have been taken over those ancestral halls and +round the great picture galleries, and had noticed +with much surprise that there was no portrait of +her to be seen. This omission may however some +day be repaired.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Walford remarks that it was not until after +her marriage that she took seriously to novel writing. +Whilst yet in her teens she was wont to steal +out into the shrubbery with paper and pencil and +write short stories, one of which was called "Mac<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span>gregor, +our Chieftain," but as she burnt these early +effusions as fast as they were written, nothing +remains of Macgregor's adventures. In 1872 delicacy +of health prevented her pursuing the active out-of-door +life which she had always enjoyed; so, as the +necessity arose for finding vent for her energy, the +young author spent a long period of bodily rest in +mental activity, its first fruits being "Mr. Smith: +A part of his Life." This character was drawn from +life; even the name was the same, and he was found +dead as described in the book. She sent the MS. +anonymously to Mr. John Blackwood, the late distinguished +editor of <i>Blackwood</i>, who—much struck +with its promise—at once accepted and published it.</p> + +<p>Brought up from her childhood in the stately +homes of her own people, now in Scotland, now in +England, and reared in the atmosphere of healthy +country life, Mrs. Walford has been enabled to write +with the frankness and accuracy which make her +books so thoroughly characteristic and enjoyable.</p> + +<p><i>A propos</i> of "Mr. Smith," an amusing anecdote is +told. The Queen had had the story read to her +twice, and, being much interested in it, expressed a +wish to see the author. She was presented on her +marriage by the Duchess of Roxburghe, who on the +occasion happened to take the place of the Mistress +of the Robes, absent from indisposition. It is said +that as the young novelist made her curtsey before +the Royal presence, the Duchess softly breathed into +Her Majesty's ear the words, "Mr. Smith."</p> + +<p>A series of short stories soon followed this first +success and appeared in <i>Blackwood</i>, beginning with<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span> +"Nan, a Summer Scene," and under this name they +have since been collected and published in one volume. +"Pauline" next ran through the same magazine as a +serial; "Cousins" was written in 1879; "Troublesome +Daughters" followed in the ensuing year. "The +Baby's Grandmother," which is perhaps the most +popular of all, was written in 1885. Then came "A +Stiff-necked Generation," "A Mere Child," "A Sage +of Sixteen," "The Havoc of a Smile" "The Mischief +of Monies." The latter book is more on the lines +of "Mr. Smith" than any of Mrs. Walford's recent +works of fiction, and proved a great success in +<i>Longman's Magazine</i>. Then came "A Pinch of +Experience," and later on, she wrote a series of +Biographical studies on "Famous Authoresses of +Bygone Days," for <i>Far and Near</i>, an American +Magazine. This is coming out as a Christmas gift or +prize book. A little volume of Christmas Tales illustrated +by T. Pym (Mrs. Levett) is shortly to appear, and +will be called "For Grown-up Children," being stories +<i>about</i> children <i>for</i> grown-up people. Besides this, +she is a constant contributor to the <i>St. James's +Gazette</i>. She also writes a weekly letter for the +American <i>Critic</i> on literary subjects; one called an +"Epidemic of Smartness" made a special sensation; +and she has, in addition, stories in two Christmas +numbers, <i>The Queen</i> and <i>Atalanta</i>.</p> + +<p>One great aim of this author has ever been to make +herself thoroughly acquainted with all the details of +her subject. So particular is she to ensure absolute +accuracy, that every item of military life is submitted +to one or other of her soldier brothers (two of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span> +these were respectively in the 4th Dragoon Guards +and the 42nd Black Watch), and every detail of +sport to her father; indeed, so well up was she in +the latter, that a reviewer of "Mr. Smith"—when +the sex of the author was yet unknown—caustically +observed, that the writer was "more up in woodcock +shooting than in religion!" the young author +not having yet learnt to verify a quotation, even +from Holy Writ.</p> + +<p>An ardent lover of the old Scottish kirk, Mrs. +Walford says that she "would go any distance to hear +a good, long sermon from some of its divines." She +is an indefatigable walker, and has traversed on foot +twenty-three miles, from Arrochar to Inveraray—"from +milestone to milestone" she is careful to add, +knowing what Scotch and Welsh miles are supposed +to be. She is extremely fond of poetry, and has a +good collection of her chief favourites, whilst she +keeps habitually on her own table copies of Tennyson, +Jean Ingelow, and Coventry Patmore's work.</p> + +<p>In earlier days your hostess gave much of her +time to water-colour drawing, but her children have +claimed for the decoration of their schoolroom all +her pictures, the majority of which, they proudly +remark, were "exhibited and hung on the line in +the R.A. of Edinburgh." Mrs. Walford is just saying +that she was married at St. John's, Edinburgh, +when the door opens and in comes the bridegroom on +that occasion. He is a native of another part of +Essex, in which county his forefathers have held +lands for several centuries, his grandfather having +been High Sheriff in the famous "Waterloo year."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span> +He is a magistrate for the part in which he now lives, +and, amidst the claims of a busy life, he finds time +to sit on the bench perhaps oftener than do many of +his less occupied colleagues. Looking at the noble, +genial face, you secretly wonder if he can ever +find it in his heart to pass severe sentences on +offenders. He is extremely popular, has made a distinct +mark for himself in his own circle, and it is his +wife's pride to recognise that he will never be known +as "Mrs. Walford's husband."</p> + +<p>An hour later you are taken into the dining-room, +through the ante-room, in the latter, a table near +the great bay windows is filled with all the newest +books and magazines; these are regularly changed +and brought up to date by Mrs. Walford, and are a +constant source of attraction to visitors. On your +left at dinner sits your host's elder son, "Desborough," +a fine manly young fellow, just of age; he is full of +intelligence, and possesses great powers of observation. +He is delightfully entertaining throughout +the meal, and asking him about the pictures, which +literally cover the walls, he explains that they are +a complete collection of Boydell's fine old Shakespearian +engravings, and, he adds modestly, these, and +all the many etchings and pictures in the house, +were framed by his father.</p> + +<p>It is quite apparent in this happy home that there +is perfect love and sympathy between the parents +and the children. The children are as proud of +their good, distinguished-looking father as they are +of their pretty, gifted mother; the elder ones are +keenly interested in her books, and look out eagerly<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span> +for the new copies, each confiscating one for his or +her own room. Mr. and Mrs. Walford have ever been +in touch with each individual member of their family. +The children have never been put aside for her work, +and they are constantly with their mother. They +have all inherited her talent for drawing, and many +of them bid fair to be no mean proficients in the art.</p> + +<p>On the following morning your hostess announces +that she has "given herself a holiday," and she +proposes to take you out for a turn. The season is +late and, though within but a very few weeks of +Christmas, the sun is shining brightly over the grounds +and the air is pleasantly warm. What was once +said of a famous lawn at Oxford may well be applied +to Cranbrooke Hall. A stranger inquired of a solemn +old gardener what was done to keep it so fine and +smooth? "Well, sir," was the reply, with the utmost +gravity and good faith, "first we sows the seed, and +then we rolls it and we mows it for three hundred +years." Skating will soon be largely indulged in on +the glittering lake, and many merry moonlight parties +are looked forward to during the coming severe +weather, which is predicted by the great holly trees +covered with red berries. After a stroll round the +pleasant demesne, and a peep into the vineries, in +which is the old black Hamburg vine, sister of the +famous one at Hampton Court, you return through +the billiard-room into the Camellia house, which, a +little later on will be a mass of bloom, sometimes as +many as two thousand being in flower at a time, in +every variety of colour.</p> + +<p>The billiard table is decorated at the sides with<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span> +groops of hand-painted flowers, exquisitely designed, +and the cues are arranged in a round oak niche, which +you feel sure once contained the image of a saint in +some old cathedral. Just above the seat backs, and +extending all round the room, is a perfect picture +gallery of friends' photographs, placed closely side by +side, and above these there is a wealth of engravings +and etchings which would take days to examine.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Walford has had three old-fashioned predecessors +in the paths of literature in her own +neighbourhood, namely, Thomas Day, who, exactly +a hundred years ago, wrote "Sandford and Merton," +at the little village of Aybridge, within half a dozen +miles of Cranbrooke; Anne and Jane Taylor, whose +"Original Poems" were, according to Sir Walter Scott, +"known to four continents."</p> + +<p>Before leaving, you ask to see your hostess's +own special portrait gallery of her seven children. +First comes "Desborough," then the eldest daughter, +in her <i>débutante's</i> drawing-room dress of last +season; next, two young girls yet in the schoolroom,</p> + +<p class="poem"> +Standing with reluctant feet<br /> +Where the brook and river meet, +</p> + +<p style='text-indent: 0em'>and then the three "nursery" children, one of whom +is taken in her mother's arms. Lastly, you are shown +a faded portrait of the famous author herself, taken +at the age of fourteen, and called "A Yellow-haired +Lassie," and, in the bright, radiant smile, you recognise +the appropriateness of her childish cognomen of +"The Laughing Girl."</p> + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="RHODA_BROUGHTON" id="RHODA_BROUGHTON"></a>RHODA BROUGHTON.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 50%;"> +<img src="images/img037.jpg" width="100%" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + + + +<p>The ancient and historic village of Richmond is too +well known to need much description. It is thronged +with kingly memories. Entering the old park by Kew +Bridge, you drive past the large and beautiful Royal +Gardens, extending along the banks of the Thames to +Richmond, which were cultivated under the immediate +superintendence of King George III. The old manor +garden became Crown property in the reign of Edward +I., when it was known as Shene, and was converted +into a palace by Edward III.; but, being destroyed by +fire in 1498, it was rebuilt with great splendour by +Henry VII., who changed the name to Richmond, after +his title of Earl of Richmond, ere he ascended the throne. +Here was Philip I. of Spain right regally entertained. +Here was the Princess Elizabeth shut up by her sister +Mary, and here occasionally resided Charles I. On the +right stands the Observatory, built by Sir William +Chambers two centuries ago. When the road turns +into the New Park south of Richmond, the coachman +points out the massive brick wall encompassing +the eight miles of its circumference, and remarks that +in the reign of George II. an attempt was made to +exclude the public, which was frustrated however by<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span> +an enterprising inhabitant, who, pluckily going to law, +recovered the right of way, and thus secured the everlasting +gratitude of later generations.</p> + +<p>It is for this picturesque and attractive place Miss +Rhoda Broughton has deserted her quiet little home at +Oxford, where she had lived for twelve years. On the +high ground overlooking the Terrace Gardens, she and +her sister, Mrs. Newcome, have established themselves +in the quiet and peace they both love, in a comfortable +house, standing back from the road, which commands +an extensive view of the river, winding serpent-like +through a forest of trees. Ushered upstairs into the +drawing-room, where the author receives you with +much cordiality, the first thing which strikes you is +the sweet rich voice in which her welcome is uttered. +Standing facing the setting sun, with its golden light +reflected on her, you observe that she is above the +middle height, and graceful in figure; the hair, rolled +back from the low broad strong-looking forehead, is +becomingly tinged with grey over the right temple, +harmonizing well with the darker shades on the neat, +well-shaped head. The mouth and chin indicate firmness +and resolution. In repose, the expression might +almost be called sad, but as she speaks, the frankness +in the grey eyes, set well apart, at once dispels the +idea, and the pleasant musical laugh betrays the vein +of fun and wit—entirely of an original kind—which +runs through her books. She is dressed in some +fabric of dark green, with velvet sleeves and bodice; +the latter relieved at the upper part with a paler +shade of embroidered vest. The windows open on +to a broad trellised verandah, which runs the whole<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span> +length of the house; and, stepping out to it, +Miss Broughton bids you look at the exquisite view. +It is a lovely day in latest autumn, the trees, turned +to every shade of gold, copper, and brown, are shedding +their leaves profusely. The sinking sun is +leaving the sky deeply tinged with waves of pink +and purple, and the river looks like a silver stream, +with here and there a tinge of reflected colour, +unbroken by a single boat. The air is pure and +still, with a faint suspicion of a coming frost. For +a few moments you both stand in rapt silence admiring +the beautiful prospect, yet sighing to think that +the winter is so near at hand; then your hostess +leads the way back into the drawing-room, where +tea is served, and as you settle comfortably in a +luxurious couch covered with tapestry of the +first Empire, and sip the fragrant beverage out of +a cup of old Spode, the eye travels round the quiet +restful room, and notices the many little knick-knacks +that fill it.</p> + +<p>On the right stands an antique writing table, with +pigeon-hole drawers, and old blue china grouped +over the top. The two ancient oak cabinets are +covered with pretty "bits"; growing in a cunningly-concealed +basket is an immense pyramid of +ferns and palms, which are Miss Broughton's +particular delight. On the little plush-covered table +by the side of a delicately wrought iron Italian +stand—whereof the copper bowl is filled with +autumnal flowers—lies a business-like work-bag, filled +to overflowing, which gives a home-like look to the +room and indicates that it is useful as well as orna<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span>mental. +On asking Miss Broughton for a peep into +her sanctuary, she smiles indulgently, and begs you +to descend. The white-painted fresh-looking staircase +is partially covered with Persian carpet of warm +colour, and, throughout, the dado is composed of +Indian matting, above which hang many engravings +and photographs. The large black-and-white lozenge-shape +tiles give the hall an indescribably bright +appearance, which here and there the long Indian +rugs subdue, yet throw up into relief. You enter the +room sacred to the gifted authoress, and look round. +Where are the manuscripts, the "copy," the "proofs," +which might reasonably have been expected? There +is no indication of her work on the old oak knee-hole +writing-table beyond a single blank sheet of +paper reposing on a large wooden portfolio, exquisitely +painted on both sides by her friend Mrs. Andrew +Spottiswoode at Dresden. A solitary penholder lies +on a china inkstand, flanked by a pair of large green +jars from Hyères. She half guesses your look of interrogation, +and remarks that she is "resting" awhile, +now that her latest book "Alas!" is published, before +launching another, entitled "Mrs. Bligh." <i>Elle recule +pour mieux sauter</i>, but at the present moment, as +she kindly causes it to be understood that no +encroachment is being made on her valuable time, +you do not hesitate to ask for some details of her +literary life.</p> + +<p>Rhoda Broughton was born at Segrwyd Hall, +Denbighshire. Her father was a clergyman, and held +the family living in Cheshire, where her childish +days were passed, varied by visits to her grandfather,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span> +Sir Henry Broughton, at Broughton Hall, Staffordshire. +Her father was a student, and himself grounded +her in Shakespeare and the English classics, and +imparted also the rudiments of Latin and Greek. She +was brought up strictly, and the hours of study were +long, but made interesting by her scholarly instructor. +Asking Miss Broughton if her father had been an +author, she replies, "only of his sermons, and I do +not believe any of my relations wrote a line in their +lives." It is a surprise to hear that her great gifts, +her originality of style, her wonderful descriptions +of scenery, her subtle humour, are not hereditary. +Keenly interested, you ask her how then the idea +of writing occurred to her.</p> + +<p>She says she remembers a certain wet Sunday +afternoon when she was about twenty-two; she was +distinctly bored by a stupid book which she was +trying to read, when "the spirit moved her to write." +It was on the leaves of an old copy-book lying at +hand that she delivered her soul of the ideas which +poured in on her brain. Day after day, night after +night, she wrote swiftly and in secret, until at the +end of six weeks she found a vast heap of manuscript +accumulated, to which she gave the title of +"Not Wisely, but Too Well." Miss Broughton kept +it by her until January, 1865, when she crossed +over to Ireland on a visit to her uncle-in-law, Mr. +Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, then editor of the <i>Dublin +University Magazine</i>; she selected two chapters at +random and read them aloud to him. He at once +prognosticated the success of the book; accepted it +as a serial, and later on, suggested to Mr. Bentley<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span> +that he should bring it out in three volume form. +Here, however, a check occurred. The reader pronounced +so unfavourably of its merits, that Mr. +Bentley held off. But the inspiration, once set in +motion, could not be stopped, and soon found vent +in a new work, "Cometh up as a Flower." This +was well received. A couple of columns of favourable +criticism in the <i>Times</i>, and various eulogistic notices +in other papers, soon caused it to become such a +marked success that Mr. Bentley reconsidered the +matter. His deliberation happily ended in the +purchase of "Not Wisely, but Too Well" from +Tinsley, so that the two books were actually brought +out in the same year. The home of Miss Broughton's +ancestors, Broughton Hall, built in the reign +of one of the old Tudors, is so well depicted in +"Cometh up as a Flower," that none who have read +the book and seen the place can fail to observe +the absolute truthfulness of the description.</p> + +<p><i>A propos</i> of this novel, Miss Broughton tells an +amusing anecdote:—"It was claimed by other +people," she says; "a lady told an acquaintance of +mine that her son had written it, which diverted +me much."</p> + +<p>The fame of these books went far afield. Some +years ago a graceful tribute was paid to the author. +Captain Markham, of H.M. ship <i>Alert</i>, begged to be +introduced, and told her that in a remote Arctic +region they had by common consent christened an +icebound mountain, "Mount Rhoda," in grateful +acknowledgment of the pleasure which her books had +given the officers of the ship on their perilous voyage.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Temple Bar" secured her next two novels, "Red +as a Rose is she" and "Goodbye, Sweetheart." +About once in two years Miss Broughton delights +the world with a new book. "Nancy," "Twilight +Stories," "Joan," "Second Thoughts," "Dr. Cupid," +"Belinda," followed at about these intervals, but her +latest work, "Alas!" must take a high stand, if +only for her faithful delineation of life in Florence, +her intimate knowledge of all things artistic, her +scenes laid in Algeria, which place she visited last +year, and her vivid and graphic descriptions of those +lovely countries, which are an education in themselves. +And the humorous touches! How much +everyone sympathises with the meek, but excellent +"Amelia," whom no one thoroughly appreciates until +after her death. Uneducated in art, she appeals +pitifully in the following words to her lover, who +finds out her worth too late.</p> + +<p>"And now, where shall we go? that is the next +thing—not to any gallery or church, I think, if you +don't mind. I say such stupid things about art, and +the more I try the stupider they are; let us go somewhere +into the country. I can understand the country, +I am not afraid of saying stupid things about it."</p> + +<p>You tell her later of an observation made to you +quite lately by her sister author, Miss Braddon, ever +keenly appreciative of the gifts of another, on reading +a striking description in "Alas" of the sea after +a storm, which runs thus:—"A sea even more +wonderful than radiant; no servile copy of the sky +and clouds to-day, but with astonishing colours of +its own; a faint yet glorious green for a part of its<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span> +watery breadth; then what our poverty compels us +to call blue; and then a great tablecloth of inky +purple, which looks so solid, that the tiny white +boats which are crossing it seem to be sailing on +dry land." Miss Braddon remarked, "Rhoda Broughton +is a genius and a prose poet." Your hostess is +charmed with the kindly speech.</p> + +<p>No solitary copy can be seen, in the well-filled +book-cases, of the author's works. She says that +she sells them out and out at once, and then has +"done with them"; but, "Come," she adds, "we +have talked long enough about my books; let me +show you a few of my treasures," and she points +out a small sketch by Hamilton Aidé, two busts of +Lord Wolseley and Mr. Carlyle, presented to her by +Sir Edgar Boehm; presentation copies from Matthew +Arnold, Lord Lytton, Henry James, Andrew Lang, +etc., etc., and an ornamental plate rack, by which +she sets great store, from Adelaide Kemble (Mrs. +Sartoris); a very ancient engraving of Titian's +"Danaë" hangs over the mantelpiece opposite three +lovely photographs of "Garrick between Tragedy +and Comedy." The floor of this delightful room is +covered with peacock-blue felt and a few rugs of +Eastern manufacture; a small aviary of birds stands +by the window, which is open, for your hostess is a +"great believer in plenty of fresh air and a good +fire." Ere taking leave, you ask if the two fine +pugs basking on the rugs are especial pets. "Yes," +says Miss Broughton, "but," mournfully, "they are +a degenerate race; and not the dear dog heroes of +my books. <i>They</i> are all dead and gone!"</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 50%;"> +<img src="images/img045.jpg" width="100%" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + + +<h2><a name="MRS_ARTHUR_STANNARD" id="MRS_ARTHUR_STANNARD"></a>MRS. ARTHUR STANNARD</h2> + +<h2>("JOHN STRANGE WINTER").</h2> + + +<p>Emerging from the Earl's Court Station, where once +stood the old manor house of the De Veres, and +glancing at the noble row of buildings across the road, +which until quite lately was the site of a <i>maison de +santé</i>, it seems impossible to realise that it was at the +end of the last century a miniature private zoological +garden. Yet here the great anatomist and surgeon, +John Hunter, kept a collection of rare and foreign +animals; here, too, was the kitchen and the great +cauldron in which he performed the gruesome operation +of boiling down the giant O'Brien, whose skeleton +can be seen in the museum of the College of Surgeons. +It is to be hoped that the ghost of the big Irishman +was safely laid when the work of destruction was +carried on! Turning to the left, you go down +Trebovir road, past the great red-stepped house of +the well-known and successful "crammer" and army +coach, Captain Pinhey, which leads out into Nevern +square. Perhaps in nothing more than in the present +style of building does the growing artistic spirit of the +day assert itself. Although the houses are not erected +with the solid masonry of other days, which seemed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span> +to defy the hand of time, they rejoice in more +picturesque effects, and certainly the handsome, spacious +Nevern-square, with its large gardens, its three +well-kept tennis courts, and its fine red-brick dwellings, +is a striking instance of the fact. It is barely a decade +and a half of years since this site was occupied by +large nursery gardens, through which a winding +country lane lead to St. Mathias' Church yonder; now +it is surrounded by stately mansions, broad roads, and +pleasant gardens. On the south-side a ruddy gleam +of fire-light through the red window-blinds marks +the residence of the popular author, John Strange +Winter. Passing through the outer and inner entrance +doors, with mounted antlers, and Swiss carvings hung +between them, you reach the long, narrow hall, where +the tesselated black-and-white paving is covered for +the most part with heavy Wilton carpets; the rich, +deep-red walls are profusely decorated with quaint +old prints, whose sombreness is relieved by Nankin +and Spode china. A later inspection shows these to +include some choice engravings by Morland, a few +miniatures, and a group of family silhouettes. ("Had +we any more black relations?" Mrs. Stannard, when +a child, once asked her mother on being told which +members of her family they portrayed.)</p> + +<p>Entering the dining-room on the right, your hostess +is discovered, deeply engaged in dressing dolls for an +approaching juvenile festivity, when each little guest +is to receive some gift. Clouds of filmy muslin, +embroidery, lace, and silk lie before her, and several +of those already attired repose in a row on the sofa. +She extends a firm, white hand in cordial greeting, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span> +as there is only one more doll to complete the set, you +settle down beside her to watch the process, and notice +the deft and nimble fingers, as they swiftly run up a +flounce or adjust a tiny trimming. She is dressed in +a black and grey tea-gown, which looks like fine +tapestry, with grey satin sleeves, panels, and front.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Arthur Stannard is a tall, handsome young +woman. She has fine, dark brown eyes, which sparkle +with intellect and humour, level eyebrows, and dark +hair curling over her low forehead, and well-shaped +head; she has a pretty but firm little mouth, and +clear-cut chin, indicative of strength of will. Her face +has settled somewhat into gravity as she pursues her +occupation, for she has put into this apparently trivial +matter, just as she does in greater things, her very best +efforts with that thoroughness which characterises her; +but as she suddenly looks up, and catches you intently +watching her, she smiles a sweet, bright smile, and +laughs a low, rippling laugh, as she seems to guess +exactly what are your thoughts. "It is for the +children," she says softly, and in those few words she +betrays at once the sympathy of her nature, that sympathy +with these little ones which has caused the +children of her pen to live so vividly in the hearts of +her readers.</p> + +<p>It is a large, lofty room, pale green in colour, with +carved oak dado. A bright, clear fire blazing in the +wide, tiled hearth makes the heavy, polished brass +fender and "dogs" glisten like gold. On the high, +black, carved "chimney shelf," as Mrs. Stannard calls +it, stand three valuable old blue jars, and the low, +broad overmantel is composed of genuine Dutch tiles,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span> +three hundred years in age, framed in wood. Over +this is grouped a collection of ancient blue Delft; +the walls are hung with a few good proof engravings; +at night the room is amply lighted by the huge +hanging, crimson-shaded lamp, which casts a soft, +becoming glow over every corner; the floor is covered +with a thick Axminster carpet of subdued colouring, +and with the exception of a handsome old carved oak +dower-chest and grandfather clock, with loud and +sonorous strike, which both date back into the last +century, the rest of the furniture is mahogany; +pieces picked up here and there, restored, modernised, +and chosen with an eye to effect as well as to comfort.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Stannard is the only daughter of the late +Rev. Henry Vaughan Palmer, rector of St. Margaret's, +York. For some time Mr. Palmer had been an officer +in the Royal Artillery before his convictions led him +to lay down his sword and enter the church militant; +he had come of several generations of soldiers, and +to the last day of his life found his greatest pleasure +in the society of military men; this perhaps accounts +for Mrs. Stannard's almost instinctive knowledge of +army men and army ways. Asking her if, when +a child, she loved books, and gave promise of her +brilliant gift, she says, smiling, "Well, as regards +my lessons, most emphatically no! I was a restless, +impatient sort of child, who tired of everything before +it was half done. I think, like all very enthusiastic +people, that I was never as happy as with books, +that is to say, novels. I was just eleven when I went +to my first school, but I had read Thackeray, Dickens, +Charles Reade, and Whyte Melville up to date, besides<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span> +many others, and I was never restricted in my reading; +I never remember in my life my father or mother +telling me not to read any particular book, and," +speaking very impressively, "I am all the better for it. +Years afterwards, when my father died—I was twenty-one +then—I felt that the few stories I had written +and sold up to that time, were but child's play. Then +I began to work in real earnest, studying certain +authors that I might clearly realise the difference of +their method and style." But the thought at once +arises, that the touching and simple pathos of her +style is entirely original, and born of no earthly model.</p> + +<p>And then, as ofttime happens when two women +are sitting together in friendly converse, a word is +dropped about her married life. Ah! here, though +much could be said, in deference to your hostess's +wishes the pen must be stayed. All who know Mr. +and Mrs. Stannard know how complete and perfect +is their union. Mr. Stannard is a civil engineer, +and at one time served under the late General Gordon. +He is very pardonably proud of his clever wife, and +efficiently transacts all her business arrangements, +the two—so perfect an one—working, as it were, +hand in hand.</p> + +<p>Her <i>nom de guerre</i>, "John Strange Winter," was +adopted by the advice of the publishers of her first +books, because they thought it wiser that works so +military as "Cavalry Life" and "Regimental Legends" +should be assumed by the world to be written by a +man, and that they would stand a better chance of +mercy at the hands of the critics than if they went +forth as the acknowledged writing of a woman, and for<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span> +a time it was so assumed; but when "Booties' Baby" +made such a success, and people wanted to know +who the author was, and where he lived, it soon +became known that "he" was a woman, although, +as she did not add her name to the title-page, it +was a good while before it was generally believed. +It may here be remarked that Mrs. Stannard holds +very strongly the opinion that there should be "no +sex in art," and whilst never desiring to conceal her +identity, deprecates the idea of receiving indulgence +or blame on the ground of her work being that of +a woman, as both unjust and absurd. In private +life she carries out her ideas on this point so effectually +that few acquaintances would gather from her conversation +(unless it were necessary to "talk shop") +that she was a literary woman at all, as, except to +a fellow worker, she would rather talk on any subject +under the sun than literature.</p> + +<p>"The author to whom," according to Ruskin, "we +owe the most finished and faithful rendering ever +yet given of the character of the British soldier" can +portray, too, in a wonderful degree the beauty of +child-life. Of modern creations there can be none +better known to the public, or which have excited +more sympathy, than "Mignon" and "Houp-là."</p> + +<p>Correct in detail, as those can prove who were in +India at the time of the terrible mutiny of 1857, +she might have written "A Siege Baby" on the spot +had it not been that she was only born on the thirteenth +of January in the previous year, and at that +time was an infant in arms. Fertile in imagination, +acute in observation, sprightly and wholesome in style,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span> +there is a freshness and life in her books which charm +alike old and young, rich and poor, at home and +abroad; and that her popularity is fully maintained +is testified by the gratifying fact that a late story, +"He went for a Soldier," one of the slightest of her +efforts, had a larger sale during the first month after +publication than any previous work from her pen in +the same period. One practical result of this book +must be mentioned. The scene is laid at Doverscourt, +a few miles from Mr. and Mrs. Stannard's pretty +summer home at Wix. She had been greatly distressed, +when visiting that seaside place, by the sight +of the overloaded hackney-carriages, with their poor, +broken-down horses. Immediately after her indignant +comments on this fact in her story, bye-laws were +passed bringing these vehicles under effective police +supervision.</p> + +<p>Besides those already named, amongst some two +or three and twenty novels, which are all so well +known as not to need description—for are they not +to be found in every library and on every railway +bookstall in the United Kingdom?—"Beautiful Jim," +"Harvest," "Dinna Forget," and a most pathetic story +called "My Poor Dick," remain fixed on the memory. +This last is perhaps the author's own favourite. +"Booties' Baby," as all the play-going world knows, +was dramatised and brought out four years ago at +the Globe Theatre in London. It has been on tour +ever since, and there seems no intention of terminating +its long run, dates having been booked far into the +year. A late story, entitled "The Other Man's Wife," +has been running in a serial in various newspapers,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span> +and is now issued in two-volume form. One great +element in the author's success and world-wide literary +reputation is undoubtedly to be found in her creations +of the children of her military heroes, alike among +the officers' quarters and those "on the strength." +She has the happy knack of depicting them at once +simple, natural, and lovable.</p> + +<p>"I never begin a novel," says Mrs. Stannard, "until +I have got a certain scene in my mind. I cannot write +any kind of story without having one dramatic scene +clearly before me; when I have got it, I work up to +that; then the story arranges itself. But this is only +the germ, the first conception of the tale. As I write +one thread after another spins itself out, to be taken up +afterwards to form a consecutive, concise whole. Sometimes +I lose my original story altogether, but never any +dramatic situation towards which I am working, and +the end is often quite different to what I had intended. +When this happens I very seldom try to fight against +fate. I think all stories ought more or less to write +themselves, and it seems to me that this must make a +tale more like real life than if it were all carefully +mapped out beforehand, and then simply padded up to +some requisite length."</p> + +<p>By this time the last doll is finished and added to +the row on the sofa. They all look as if they had been +turned out of a first-class milliners' establishment. +Mrs. Stannard suggests a move to her study, and leads +the way up the wide staircase, the handrail of which is +protected by a broad and heavy brass guard, put there +for the sake of the little children of the house. A +broad settee on the wide conservatory landing invites<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span> +you to rest awhile and look at all the odds and ends +which your hostess says are so precious to her. Here +are two handsome Chippendale chairs picked up in +Essex, many photographs of the house at Wix, a dozen +pieces of Lancashire Delph porcelain, made specially as +a wedding present for Mrs. Stannard's grandmother in +1810, some Staffordshire hunting jugs, and some quaint +little figures, "all rubbish," she says, smiling, "but +precious to me." There is, however, a Spode dinner +service in blue which is emphatically not rubbish, and +a set of Oriental dishes, blue and red, which are very +effective. The landing is richly carpeted; the windows +and the doors of the conservatory are all of +stained glass, while above hangs an old Empire lamp +of beautiful design filled in with small cathedral glass. +The first door on the left leads into the author's +study. It is a charming room, small but lofty, with +pale blue walls hung with many little pictures, plates, +old looking-glasses, and chenille curtains of terra-cotta +and pale blue softly blended. A pretty inlaid bookcase +stands opposite the window, filled with a few +well-selected books. The horseshoe hanging yonder +was cast in the Balaclava charge. She has indeed a +goodly collection of these, and owns to a weakness to +them, declaring that her first great success was +achieved on the day that she picked one up at Harrogate. +There must be many hundreds of photographs +scattered about in this room, and it would be a day's +occupation to look through them all; but each has its +own interest for her, and most of them are of people +well known in the literary, scientific, artistic, and +fashionable world. "I never sit here," she says. "It<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span> +is my work-room, pure and simple. Sometimes my +husband comes up, and then I read to him all my +newly-written stuff, but this I do every day."</p> + +<p>The next door opens into the drawing-room, where +there is a rich harmony in the details of the decoration +and furniture, which suggests the presence of good and +cultivated taste, combined with a general sense of +luxury and comfort. The entire colouring is blended, +from old gold to terra-cotta, from Indian red to golden +brown. On the left stands a cabinet crowded with +choicest bits of china, in the middle of which is placed +the bouquet, carefully preserved, presented to the +author by Mr. Ruskin on her birthday. A lovely +Dutch marqueterie table contains a goodly collection +of antique silver, and among the pictures on the walls +are a painting by Lawrence Phillips, Batley's etching +of Irving and Ellen Terry, also one of Mrs. Stannard, +and a series of all the original and clever pen-and-ink +sketches in "Bootles' Children," by Bernard Partridge, +drawn as illustrations to the story in the <i>Lady's +Pictorial</i>.</p> + +<p>After lingering long over afternoon tea, you express +a wish to see the children before they sleep. Mrs. +Stannard leads the way first to a room next her own, +which is occupied by a fair little maiden, seven years +of age, with grey-blue eyes, sunny hair, and a wild-rose +complexion, who asks you to "go and see the +twins." Accordingly their mother takes you on to a +large night-nursery, where the two little ones, boy and +girl, are being prepared for bed. They are just turned +four, and are called Eliot and Violet Mignon, after two +of the characters in Mrs. Stannard's books. They are<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span> +perfectly friendly, and as you bend to kiss the baby +girl last, she looks reproachfully out of her great dark +eyes, and sternly commands you to "kiss Gertie, too." +(Gertie is the under nurse.) This raises a hearty +laugh, under cover of which you hastily retreat.</p> + +<p>Above all things, Mrs. Stannard is a thoroughly +domestic woman. Popular in society, constantly +entertaining with great hospitality, she yet contrives +to attend to every detail of her large household, which +consequently goes like clockwork. She writes for +about two hours every morning, and keeps a neat +record book, in which she duly enters the number of +pages written each day.</p> + +<p>Presently Mr. Stannard comes in, and soon suggests +an adjournment to his study downstairs, a snug, +business-like room, half filled with despatch-boxes, +books, and MSS. On a table stands a large folio-like +volume, which is Mrs. Stannard's visiting book, +containing many hundreds of names. She looks ruefully +at a clip containing some sixty unanswered +letters, and candidly confesses that she finds considerable +difficulty with her private correspondence +and her calls, both of which accumulate faster than +she can respond to; though, as she says, her many +friends are very indulgent to her on those scores, +and are "quite willing to make allowance for a poor +woman who has the bulk of her literary work cut +out for a year or two in advance, three little children, +and a houseful of servants to manage; but, happily," +she adds, "good servants. I have been so lucky in +that way."</p> + +<p>Just now, indeed, she claims especial indulgence in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span> +respect to social observances, for, as though so busy +a life were not enough to exhaust her energies, early +in 1891 she added a new burden to her indefatigable +pen, by starting a penny weekly magazine +under the title of <i>Golden Gates</i>, subsequently altered +to <i>Winter's Weekly</i> in deference to the opinion of +those who objected to the somewhat religious sound +of the former name. The little paper was the first +weekly periodical that was ever exclusively owned, +edited, and published by a popular novelist, and its +fortunes have been watched with vivid interest by +all who know how treacherous and adventuresome +are such enterprises. The fresh, frank individuality +of <i>Winter's Weekly</i> has, however, made friends for +the journal wherever it has gone, and if John Strange +Winter can keep it at its present point of unconventional +interest, it may consolidate into a valuable +property. Already it seems to have suggested +the publication of new journals on similar lines, +though no other woman novelist has yet had the +courage to follow suit.</p> + +<p>Later works of this favourite writer are "Mere +Luck," "My Geoff," "Lumley, the Painter," also a +powerful and pathetic novel, in two volumes, entitled +"Only Human." Her last is a story called "A +Soldier's Children," which she has given for the +benefit of the Victoria Hospital for Children, Chelsea.</p> + +<p>But with all this accumulation of business, these +domestic cares, and social claims, somehow Mrs. +Stannard never seems in a hurry. The kind and +hospitable young couple are always ready to do an +act of kindness, and to welcome with help and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span> +counsel a new aspirant to fame in the thorny paths +of literature. Small wonder that they are so much +sought after in society, and so heartily welcomed +wherever they go—and one is seldom seen without +the other. You go on your way with every hearty +good wish that each year may bring them ever-increasing +prosperity and success, for in such union +there is strength.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="MRS_ALEXANDER" id="MRS_ALEXANDER"></a>MRS. ALEXANDER.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 50%;"> +<img src="images/img058.jpg" width="100%" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + + +<p>About three miles north-west of St. Paul's lies a +comparatively new suburb of the great metropolis, +which but forty years ago was described as "a hamlet +in the parish of Marylebone," and through which +passes the Grand Junction Canal, almost reaching to +Kilburn. London, with her ever-grasping clutch, has +seized on the vast tract of ground, which erstwhile +grew potatoes and cabbages for the multitude, and, +abolishing the nursery and market-gardens, has transformed +them into broad streets, of which one of the +longest is Portsdown-road.</p> + +<p>Not altogether inartistic is the row of substantially +built houses where Mrs. Alexander Hector has been +for some years located. It is far enough away to +enable the popular authoress to pursue her literary +vocation in peace and quiet, yet sufficiently near to +keep her in touch with the busy world of literature +and art, wherein she is deservedly so great a favourite. +The blue fan, serving as a screen for the window, is a +sort of land-mark distinguishing the house from its +fellows. You are shown into the library, where Mrs. +Alexander is seated at a handsome oak writing-table, +busily engaged in finishing the last words of a chapter +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span>in her new story. She looks up with a smile of +welcome, and is about to discontinue her occupation; +but you hastily beg her to go on with her work, which +will give you time to look around; and as she complies +with the request, she says pleasantly, "Well, then, +just for three minutes only."</p> + +<p>Your glance lights again on the gentle author herself, +and you watch the pen gliding easily over the +page, which rests on a diminutive shred of well-worn +blotting-paper. The face is fair and smooth, the hair, +slightly grey, is simply parted back from the forehead, +and the three-quarter profile, which presents itself to +your gaze, is straight and well-cut. She wears a little +white cap, and a long black gown, trimmed with jet, +and close by her side lies an enormous Persian tabby +cat of great age.</p> + +<p>The study is divided from the adjoining room by +heavy curtains drawn aside and a Japanese screen. +It is all perfectly simple and unpretending, but the +rooms are thoroughly comfortable and home-like.</p> + +<p>The chapter being finished, your hostess rises, declares +herself entirely at your service, and mentions +that she is now engaged on a new three volume novel, +which is to come out early next year in America, and +is as yet unnamed.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Alexander was born in Ireland, though no +touch of accent can be detected. She never left that +country until after her nineteenth birthday. Her +father belonged to an old squirearchal family, the +Frenches of Roscommon. He was a keen sportsman, +and a member of the famous Kildare Hunt. The few +old pictures which hang on the wall are all family<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span> +portraits. One represents a paternal ancestor, Lord +Annaly, painted in his peer's robes. He was one of +the Gore family, of whom no less than nine members +sat at the same time in parliament shortly before the +Union. Another picture of a comfortable-looking old +gentleman in a powdered wig is the portrait of a high +legal dignitary, well known in his day as Theobald +Wolfe, a great-uncle of Mrs. Alexander. A third is a +seventeenth-century portrait of Colonel Dominic +French, who looks manly and resolute, in spite of his +yellow satin coat, flowing wig, and lace cravat, drawn +through his buttonhole. This gentleman was the first +Protestant of the family, and is credited with having +given up his faith for love of his wife, who simpers +beside him in an alarmingly <i>décolletée</i> blue dress, +suggestive of the courtly style in the time of the +Merry Monarch. Her husband, with the ardour of a +convert—or a pervert—raised a regiment of dragoons +among his tenantry, and fought on the winning side at +the Battle of the Boyne.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Alexander remarks that her "kinsfolk and +acquaintance in early life, were, if not illiterate, +certainly unliterary." "I always loved books," she +adds, "and was fortunate, when a very young girl, +barely out of the schoolroom, in winning the favour +of a dear old blind Scotchman, whose wife was a +family friend. He was a profound thinker, and an +earnest student before he lost his sight. My happiest +and most profitable hours were spent in reading aloud +to him books, no doubt a good deal beyond my grasp, +but which, thanks to his kind and patient explanations, +proved the most valuable part of my very<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span> +irregular education. In reading the newspapers to +him, I also gathered some idea of politics, probably +very vague ideas, but so liberal in their tendency +that my relatives, who were 'bitter Protestants' and +the highest of high Tories, looked on me, if not as +a 'black sheep,' certainly as a 'lost mutton.' The +tendency has remained with me, though my consciousness +of the many-sided immensity of the +subject, has kept me from forming any decided +opinions."</p> + +<p>The only bits of ancestry she values, Mrs. Alexander +says, are her descent from Jeremy Taylor, the celebrated +Bishop of Down and Connor, and the near +cousinship of her grandmother to Lord Kilwarden, +who was the first victim in Emmet's rising; that +high-minded judge, whose last words, as he yielded +up his life to the cruel pikes of his assailants, were, +"Let them have a fair trial."</p> + +<p>The above-mentioned Jeremy Taylor, and the Rev. +Charles Wolfe—whose well-known poem, "The Burial +of Sir John Moore," was so greatly appreciated by +Lord Byron—were the only literary members of the +family on her father's side; on her mother's, she can +claim kindred with Edmund Malone, the well-known +annotator of Shakespeare.</p> + +<p>On leaving Ireland, Mrs. Alexander, with her parents, +travelled a good deal, both at home and abroad, +occasionally sojourning in London, where, while still +young, she began to write. Her first attempts were +made in the <i>Family Herald</i> and <i>Household Words</i>, +beginning with a sketch called "Billeted in Boulogne." +This is an account of their own personal experience,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span> +when they endured the inconvenience of having +French soldiers quartered on them.</p> + +<p>It was about this time that she was introduced +to Mrs. Lynn Linton, by the late Adelaide Proctor, +with whose family she was on terms of some intimacy, +and with whose charming grandmother, the once well-known +and admired Mrs. Basil Montague, she was a +prime favourite. From this introduction arose the +long, close friendship with the brilliant author of +"Joshua Davidson," which Mrs. Alexander values so +highly, and of which she is so justly proud.</p> + +<p>In 1858 she married Mr. Hector, and wrote no more +until she became a widow.</p> + +<p>Mr. Hector was a great explorer and traveller. He +had been a member of Landor's expedition to seek +the sources of the Niger, and immediately after his +return to England he joined General Chesney in his +attempt to steam down the Euphrates to the Persian +Gulf. He was also with Layard during his discoveries +in Nineveh, and spent many years in Turkish Arabia. +A man of great enterprise and ability, he was the +pioneer of commerce, and was the first who sent from +London a ship and cargo direct to the Persian Gulf, thereby +opening up the trade between the two countries.</p> + +<p>It was after her husband's long illness, which terminated +fatally, that Mrs. Alexander again turned +her thoughts to literature, to seek distraction from +her bereavement. It was then she wrote "The +Wooing o't." The book was a great success; it ran +first through the pages of <i>Temple Bar</i>; it was then +published in three volumes, passed through many +editions, and has a world-wide reputation.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I always write leisurely," says Mrs. Alexander; "I +never will hurry, or write against time. No, I have +not much method," she answers, in reply to your +question, "nor am I quite without it. My stories are +generally suggested to me by some trait of character +or disposition, which I have adapted rather than produced. +My people are rarely portraits, they are rather +mosaics; and, I <i>must</i> say, I am exceedingly shy of +dealing with my men. Women I <i>do</i> understand. +Character to me is all-important. If I can but place +the workings of heart and mind before my readers, the +incidents which put them in motion are of small importance +comparatively. Of course, a strong, clear, +logical plot is a treasure not to be found every day! +I am not a rapid writer; I like to live with my characters, +to get thoroughly acquainted with them; and I +am always sorry to part with the companions who +have brought me many a pleasant hour of oblivion—oblivion +from the carking cares that crowd outside my +study door."</p> + +<p>There is one point on which you would fain differ +from the author. An intimate knowledge of her books +convinces you that her power of dealing with her +"men" is very great, and that her habits of observation +have stood her in good stead, whilst depicting +with ready wit and considerable skill the characters of +her heroes. As you follow step by step the career of +the fascinating Trafford, in "The Wooing o't," and +watch the workings of his mind, the struggles between +his natural cynicism and pride, and his love for the +humbly-born but high-souled little heroine Maggie; +his graceful rejection of the hand and fortune of the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span> +proud heiress, and the final triumph of love over pedigree, +you can with truth echo the author's words, and +feel that you too are "sorry to part" with him and his +wife, and would gladly welcome a sequel to their +histories.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Alexander observes that there <i>is</i> one character +in that book drawn from life, but adds, with a laugh, +she "will not tell you which it is." You have, however, +a suspicion of your own.</p> + +<p>"Her Dearest Foe" was the author's next work. +It is constructed on entirely different lines, but it is +equally absorbing. The varied fortunes of the brave +heroine of the "Berlin Bazaar," of the masterful Sir +Hugh Galbraith, and the faithful cousin Tom, keep up +an engrossing interest from the first line to the last.</p> + +<p>Her husband's Christian name being Alexander, she +elected to write under that appellation, fearing that +her first book might be a failure. Having begun with +it, she has ever since kept the same <i>nom de plume</i>, and +she remarks, "It does just as well as any other."</p> + +<p>The great success which attended these two books +justified Mrs. Alexander's further efforts. "Maid, Wife, +or Widow," a clever little story, is an "Episode of the +'66 War in Germany"; "Which Shall it Be?" "Look +Before You Leap," and "Ralph Wilton's Weird" were +brought out during the next few years. They were all +favourably reviewed, and many of them passed into +several editions. These were followed at intervals by +"Second Life," "At Bay," "A Life Interest," "The +Admiral's Ward," "By Woman's Wit." Mrs. Alexander +wrote "The Freres" during a long residence in Germany, +whither she went for the education of her<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span> +children. The fact that she was on intimate terms +with many of the good old German families enabled +her to write graphically from her personal knowledge +of the country.</p> + +<p>In "The Executors" Mrs. Alexander broke new +ground. The life-like delineation of Karapet is drawn +from her own observation and experience of Syrian +Christians, but the incidents are, of course, imaginary.</p> + +<p>"Blind Fate," "A Woman's Heart," "Mammon," +"The Snare of the Fowler," followed in due course, +also some clever little shilling stories. The author's +latest published work in three volumes is called "For +His Sake," a pleasant and interesting novel, well +worthy of the writer of "The Wooing o't."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Alexander's great ambition originally was to +write a play; indeed, her first few stories were +planned with that object in view, but she soon +abandoned the idea, and says she "turned them into +novels instead." That there was some dramatic power +in a few of her earlier efforts is evident, as she was +applied to for permission to dramatise "Her Dearest +Foe" and "By Woman's Wit." "Though," she adds, +"it seems to me that the latter is not suited to the +stage."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Alexander writes best in England. She says +that London "inspires her." She holds strong views +upon education, and maintains that girls, as well as +boys, should be trained to follow some definite line +in life. She would have any special talent, whereby +its possessor could, if necessary, earn her own living +cultivated to the utmost; and, consistently following +out her principles, she has sent her youngest daughter,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span> +who has a decided genius for painting, to work in +one of the best-known studios in Paris, where she +takes a fairly good place, and by her diligence and +ardour for her art at least deserves success. Another +daughter fulfils the onerous task of being "mother's +right hand." But she has yet a third, who has found +a happy career in the bonds of wedlock, and has made +her home at Versailles. She is now on a visit to her +mother, and whilst you are conversing, the door opens, +the young wife comes in with a lovely infant in her +arms, and the "first grandchild" is introduced with +pride. He is a perfect cherub, and makes friends +instantly.</p> + +<p>Asking Mrs. Alexander about her early friends in +literature, she mentions with grateful warmth the +name of Mrs. S. C. Hall, "whose ready kindness +never failed." "To her," she says, "I owe the most +valuable introduction I ever had. It was to the +late Mr. W. H. Wills, editor of <i>Household Words</i>. +To his advice and encouragement I am deeply +indebted. His skill and discrimination as an editor +were most remarkable, whilst his knowledge and +wide experience were always placed generously at +the service of the young and earnest wanderer in the +paths of literature, numbers of whom have had reason +to bless the day when they first knew Harry Wills."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Alexander is pre-eminently a lovable woman. +In the large society where she is so well known, and +so much respected, to mention her name is to draw +forth affectionate encomiums on all sides. You venture +to make some allusion to this fact; a faint smile comes +over the placid countenance, as she says inquiringly,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span> +"Yes? I believe I have made many friends. You +see, I never rub people the wrong way if I can help +it, and I think I have some correct ideas respecting +the true value of trifles. Yet I believe I have a +backbone; at least I hope so, for mere softness and +compliance will not bear the friction of life."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="HELEN_MATHERS" id="HELEN_MATHERS"></a>HELEN MATHERS.</h2> + +<h2>(<span class="smcap">Mrs. Reeves</span>.)</h2> + + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 50%;"> +<img src="images/img068.jpg" width="100%" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>Although it is but two o'clock in the afternoon, +the streets are black as night. With the delightful +variety of an English climate, the temperature has +suddenly fallen, and a rapid thaw has set in, converting +the heavy fall of snow, which but two days +before threatened to cover the whole of London, into +a slough of mud. It is a pleasant change to turn +from these outer discomforts into the warm and well-lighted +house which Mrs. Reeves has made so bright +and comfortable.</p> + +<p>You have judiciously managed to arrive five minutes +earlier than the hour appointed, in the hope of being +able to make a few mental notes before Helen +Mathers comes in, and your perspicacity is rewarded, +for a bird's-eye glance around assures you that she +possesses a refined and artistic taste, which is displayed +in the general arrangement of the room. +Lighted from above by a glass dome, another room +is visible and again a glimpse of a third beyond. +The quaint originality of their shape and build suggests +the idea, of what indeed is the fact, that the house +was built more than a century and a half ago.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span></p> +<p>The first room is very long, and its soft Axminster +carpet of amber colour shaded up to brown gives the +key-note to the decorations, which from the heavily +embossed gold leather paper on the walls to the +orange-coloured Indian scarves that drape the exquisite +white overmantels (now wreathed with long +sprays of ivy, grasses, and red leaves), would delight +the heart of a sun-worshipper as Helen Mathers +declares herself to be.</p> + +<p>As she now comes in, she seems to bring an additional +sense of the fitness of things. She carries a +big basket of China tea-roses, which she has just +received from a friend in the country, and the long +white cachemire and silk tea-gown which she wears +looks thoroughly appropriate, despite the inclement +season. It is her favourite colour for house wear in +summer or winter, and certainly nothing could be +more becoming to her soft, creamy complexion, and +the natural tints of the thick, bright copper-coloured +hair, which, curling over her brow, is twisted loosely +into a great knot, lying low on the back of her head.</p> + +<p>The conversation turning upon the peculiar structure +of the rooms, Mrs. Reeves proposes to take you into +the one innermost which is truly a curiosity. A very +old cathedral glass partition opens on to a square +and lofty room, used as an inner hall, with great +velvet shields of china and brasses on its gold leather +walls, and quaint old oak chairs, cabinets, and high +old-fashioned clock. A portrait in sepia of Mrs. Reeves, +done by Alfred Ward, hangs over a paneled door on +the left. It was to this picture that Mr. Frederick +Locker wrote the following lines:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span>—</p> + +<p class="poem"> +"Not mine to praise your eyes and wit,<br /> +Although your portrait here I view,<br /> +So what I may not say to you<br /> +I've said to it."<br /> +</p> + +<p>Opposite is a very wide, high door that opens +into the oak-panelled room, which may well have +been a banqueting hall of the last century. It is +lighted from above, and each pane of glass has in its +centre, in vivid colours, the initials of the royal personage +who, if the coats of arms abounding everywhere +are to be trusted, may have occupied this room +over a hundred years ago. By the way, the harp is +absent from these armorial bearings.</p> + +<p>One entire side of the room is filled by a vast +mirror, set in a magnificently carved oak frame, and +supported on either side by colossal winged female +figures, that are matched (and in the glass reflected) +by the caryatides who appear to hold up the massive +carvings above the door, which is itself covered entirely +by superb carvings of beast and bird, and laughing +boys playing at Bacchus with great clusters of grapes. +Round this unique room runs an oak paneling of +about five feet in height, surmounted by a ledge, +now decorated with trails of ivy, and above the oak +cupboards are panels representing a boar hunt, and +worth, it is said, a fabulous sum. But the glory of +the room is the mantelpiece, reaching to the roof. +It was probably once an altar piece, as the centre +panel represents the Crucifixion. Two busts—one of +Queen Elizabeth, the other of the Earl of Leicester—frown +down on you from a great height, and do not +please you half as well as a bronze Venus of Milo<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span> +below. The hearth itself (of an incredibly old pattern, +with heavy iron fender, which suggests a prison) +has on either side two odd-looking figures, that are +supposed to represent Joan of Arc and her keeper. +He carries a knotted whip in one hand, and seems +to look ferociously on poor Joan in her half-manly, +half-feminine garb.</p> + +<p>"I am very fond of these two," says Mrs. Reeves, +looking affectionately at them, "and often dust their +faces, but I am not at all fond of sitting in this room. +I much prefer my sunny quarters upstairs, and these +high carved oak chairs are uncomfortable to sit in, +especially at dinner!"</p> + +<p>But pleasant as it is, there is other business on +hand, and you cannot linger over these beautiful +antiquities; the afternoon is wearing on, and Mrs. +Reeves leads the way to the drawing-rooms, which +are also oddly shaped, and open one out of the other, +like those downstairs; but those rooms are very +different to look upon, and are, in your hostess's +opinion, "much more cheery." You can step from +the long windows on to a flower-filled balcony that +looks up and down Grosvenor Street. The hangings +of the first room are of yellow satin, of the second +room pink; the furniture is merely of basket work, +but made beautiful and comfortable by many soft +cushions; and a long glass set in a frame of white +woodwork, its low shelf covered with rare old yellow +china and flowers, reflects the gold and cream leather +walls, and the overmantel crammed with a lovely +litter of china, pictures, and odds and ends, in the +centre of which is a horseshoe. "Picked up by my<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span> +boy, Phil," says Mrs. Reeves, as you examine it, "and +we always say it has brought us luck."</p> + +<p>But when you ask to see her writing-room—for +there is not a sign of pen, ink, and paper to be seen +on a modest white escritoire behind the door—she +shakes her head and laughs.</p> + +<p>"I have no writing-room and no particular table," +she says, "indeed I can't say in the least how +my books get written. I jot down anything that I +especially observe, or think of, on a bit of paper, +and when I have a great many pieces I sort them +out, and usually pin them together in some sort of +a sequence. At home, where I had an immense room +to write in over the library, the boys used to say +no one must speak to me if my 'authoress lock' +were standing up over my forehead, but if I ever +display it nowadays, nobody," she adds, ruefully, "is +deterred by it! Often, just as I have settled down +to do a good morning's work, and have perhaps +finished a page, someone comes in and puts letters +or account books on it, or my boy Phil rushes up +and lays his air gun or his banjo on the table, or +my husband brings in some little commission or a +heap of notes to be answered for him. I always +tell them," laughing, "that everyone combines to put +out of sight the story which is being written, and +often it is not touched again for a week; but my +composition, when really begun, is very rapid, and my +ideas seem to run out of my pen. At my old home +they used to say I wrote the things that they thought, +which was a good, lazy way of getting out of it."</p> + +<p>This leads to the subject of her "old home," and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span> +Mrs. Reeves imparts some interesting details of her +youthful days. She was born at Misterton, Somersetshire, +in the house described in "Comin' thro' +the Rye," and she has always most passionately +loved it. Mrs. Reeves was one of twelve children, +who spent the greater part of their time in outdoor +sports and amusements, in which the girls were +almost as proficient as the boys. Their father was +a great martinet, and never permitted any encroachment +on the regular lesson hours with their governess. +"When I was only eight years old," says +your hostess, "our grandmamma Buckingham (after +whom I take my second Christian name) sent us a +biography of famous persons, arranged alphabetically. +I looked down the list to see if a Mathers were +amongst them. It was not, and I took a pencil, +and made a bracket, writing in my name, Helen +Mathers, novelist; so the ruling idea must have +been in me early."</p> + +<p>The colour of her hair was Helen Mathers's +greatest trouble in her childhood. It was a rich +red, and in the familiar home circle she was called +"Carrots," to her great annoyance, until she was sixteen. +She says:—"It gave me such genuine distress +that before I was nine years old, I had written a +story depicting the sufferings of a red-haired girl +who wanted to marry a man who was in love with +her golden-haired sister. I inscribed this in an old +pocket-book, looking out the names and places in +the <i>Times</i> each day, and afterwards, in agonies of +shyness, I read it aloud to the assembled family, +who received it with shouts of mirth!"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span></p> + +<p>At the age of thirteen, she was sent to Chantry +School, and, unfortunately for her, she was placed at +once in the first class, consisting of girls many years +older than herself. Always ardent and ambitious, +she worked so hard that quite suddenly her health +broke down, and she became deaf—an affliction +which has partially remained to this day. No +doubt this trouble drove her more into herself, and +helped her to concentrate her thoughts on literature. +She wrote and wrote incessantly for pure love of +it, and before she was sixteen had completed, her +poem, "The Token of the Silver Lily." This she +gave to a friend of her family who was acquainted +with Dante Gabriel Rossetti. The great man read +it, and sent her a message to the effect that, if she +persevered, she bid fair at some future day to succeed. +This highly delighted the girl, who was +always working while the others played in the +beautiful place to which her parents had removed +when they left Misterton. This later home is +described as "Penroses" in her late novel, "Adieu!" +which previously ran as a serial in a monthly magazine.</p> + +<p>Her first appearance in print is thus described:—"It +was hay-making time, and everybody, boys and +girls, children, servants, and all, were down in the +hayfield, when someone brought me a shabby little +halfpenny wrapper with the magic word 'Jersey' +at the top. I gave a sort of whoop, and fled down +the lawn and across the orchards, and into the +bosom of my family like one possessed. 'Boys, +girls!' I cried; 'it's <i>accepted</i>—it's here in <i>print</i>!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span> +Look at it!' And never did a prouder heart beat +than the heart under my white frock that day for +my first-born bantling of the pen. I had been +yachting with my brother-in-law, Mr. Hamborough, +a short time previously, with this result, that I +wrote a sketch of him and his wife and the place, +and, signing it 'N.'—short for 'Nell'—I took counsel +with Mr. George Augustus Sala, whom I did not +know in those days, but who was very kind in +replying to me, and he despatched it to <i>Belgravia</i>. +When it <i>did</i> appear Jersey was very angry, and +declared it was libelled, and I should not have ventured +to go over there again for a long while!"</p> + +<p>About three years later she produced her first +novel, "Comin' thro' the Rye." It proved a great +success, and was rapidly translated into many +languages; indeed, a copy in Sanscrit was sent to +her. This work was written unknown to her family. +"My poor father," says Mrs. Reeves, sadly, "I got +him into the story, and though I did not mean to +be unkind or disrespectful, I could not get him out +again. I hardly drew a free breath for months +afterwards, fearing someone would tell him I had +written it, and that he would be grievously offended; +but I was young and foolish, too young a great deal +I often think to succeed, but it makes me feel a +sort of Methuselah now."</p> + +<p>A story is told that many years ago a very youthful +writer supplemented a story of her own with +several pages of this book, and wrote to Messrs. +Tillotson, saying she had written the twin novel +to "Comin' thro' the Rye," and would they buy it?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span> +The publishers told Mrs. Reeves of this application. +She was much amused, and in high good humour +wrote back to say that she had always understood +twins appeared about the same time, and that she +had never heard before of one arriving seven years +after the other.</p> + +<p>In 1876 Helen Mathers married Mr. Henry Reeves, +the well-known surgeon and specialist on Orthopædics. +He has been on the staff of the London Hospital for +nearly twenty years, and he, too, is an author, but his +works bear more stupendous and alarming names than +those of his wife, such as "Human Morphology," +"Bodily Deformities"—sad, significant title! But not +only as the skilful surgeon, the renowned specialist, +the student, and author, is Henry Reeves known. +There is another section of the world—amongst the +poor and suffering, the over-worked clerk, the underpaid +governess, the struggling artist, where his name +like many another in his noble profession, is loved and +revered, and where the word "fee" is never heard of, +and the "left hand knoweth not what the right hand +doeth." Did you not know all this from personal +experience, it is almost to be read in the kind, benevolent +face. His wife says, laughing, that "he is so +unselfish, he never thinks of himself, and I have +always to be looking after him to see that he gets even +a meal in peace"; and she adds, in a low and tender +tone, "but he is the kindest and best of husbands." +They have but one child—"Phil"—a bright, handsome +boy of fourteen. He is the idol of their hearts, and +like quicksilver in his brightness. His mother says +when he was only three, he was found sitting at her<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span> +desk, wielding a pen with great vigour, and throwing +much ink about, as he dipped his golden curls in the +blots he was making. "What are you doing?" his +mother asked. "Writing ''Tory of a Sin,'" he said, +with great dignity; and now that he is older he +composes with great rapidity.</p> + +<p>"He is at school now," says Mrs. Reeves, "and the +house is like a tomb without him. If it were not for +my needlework (my especial vanity) I could not get +through the long weeks between his holidays. Children, +flowers, needlework—these are my chief delights; +and as I often have to do without the first two, my +needle is often a great comfort to me."</p> + +<p>Shortly after her marriage, Mrs. Reeves again took +up her pen, and during the next few years she wrote +several novels and novelettes, selecting peculiarly +attractive titles. Amongst these books are "Cherry +Ripe," "As He Comes up the Stair," "The Story of +a Sin," "The Land of the Leal," "My Lady Greensleeves," +"Eyre's Acquittal," etc., etc. Referring to +a character in the last of these, you ask to see the +book; but there is not a single volume visible; they +are all conspicuous by their absence.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Reeves remarks that she "has done nothing +to speak of lately, feeling she has had nothing to say." +Some months ago the inclination to begin a new story +came back to her, and she set diligently to work while +it lasted. A great catastrophe occurred. The first +volume was finished when, having occasion to go on +other business to her publisher, she had the manuscript +put into the hansom which was to convey her to his +office. After a long conversation, she suddenly re<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span>membered +that the parcel had been left in the cab, +and from that day to this she has never recovered it. +At the time she did not take the matter seriously, +feeling sure the precious packet would be found at +Scotland Yard; but, though rewards were offered and +handbills circulated by the thousand, all was of no +avail. Mrs. Reeves adds, "the Press most kindly +assisted me in every possible way. Either the cabman +threw it away, in total ignorance of its value, and +then was afraid to come forward and confess it, or +some dishonest person who next got into the cab may +have sold, or used the story, in America probably, or +elsewhere. <i>Nous verrons!</i> I have written it over +again. It took me a few weeks only, without notes, +without a scrap of anything to help me, save my +memory, and never in my life did I sit down to a +harder task."</p> + +<p>The author is very modest in her own opinion of +this last book, and adds ruefully, "I feel miserable +over it, but I never <i>am</i> at all satisfied with my work, +and when I sent it to my publishers, I told them that +they had much better put it into the fire—it fell so +entirely short of what I had intended." They however, +happily took quite a different view of its merits, +and the novel will shortly be brought out in three +volumes.</p> + +<p>Helen Mathers is a great needlewoman. Not only +are the long satin curtains, the pillows, cushions, and +dainty lamp shades all made by her own hands; but +she can cut out and sew any article of feminine +apparel. She has, indeed, a very pretty taste in dress, +and many of her friends are in the habit of consulting<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span> +her in that line—from the designing of their smartest +gowns to the little economies of "doing up the old +ones to look like new." "And yet," says Mrs. Reeves +plaintively, "people call me extravagant. Why! I +have not even got a fashionable dressmaker. All my +makings and mendings and turnings are done at home +by a clever little workwoman, under my own superintendance, +and I am most careful and economical. +When a child, I was never taught the value of money, +but I learnt it later by experience, and experience, +after all, is the best teacher. I look upon myself as a +sort of 'Aunt Sally,' at whom Fate is always having +a 'shy,' chipping off a bit here, and a bit there, but +never really knocking me off my perch."</p> + +<p>A great solid silver donkey with panniers which +must hold a pint of ink, stands on a table close +to an oval Venetian glass framed in gold and silver. +Mrs. Reeves observes that though she has no writing-table, +that is her especial ink-stand, which is carried +about from room to room. It was given to +her when very young, and, she laughingly adds, +"You can imagine all the complimentary remarks +the boys at home made to me about it." She goes +on to say, "I always loved a good laugh, even though +it were against myself. We were such a happy united +family in the big old house. We are all scattered +now," she remarks sadly; "some are dead, some are +abroad, and one sister, who married a son of Dr. +Russell, of <i>Times</i> renown, is in China with her +husband."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Reeves is essentially a domestic woman. She +cares comparatively but little for society, and is never<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span> +as happy as when at home, with her husband sitting +on the other side of the fire-place, like "Darby and +Joan." She is excellent company, and a brilliant +conversationalist. She possesses that good gift, a low, +sweet voice, which glides on from topic to topic—now +gay, with flashes of wit and mirth, now subdued to +gravity or pathos. Albeit, she is a good listener, and +has the happy knack of drawing out talk. Yet, +though constantly conversing on people and social +matters, not one unkindly word or suspicion of +scandal escapes her lips. She has a good word to say +for all, and speaks with affectionate gratitude of many. +She prefers the company of woman, and says that her +best friends have been those of her own sex. But +the charm of her society has beguiled you into a +long visit, and whilst bidding her good-bye the +feeling arises that if a friend in need were wanted, +a friend indeed would be found in "Helen Mathers."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="FLORENCE_MARRYAT" id="FLORENCE_MARRYAT"></a>FLORENCE MARRYAT.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 50%;"> +<img src="images/img081.jpg" width="100%" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>Battling with a fierce snowstorm, and a keen east +wind, which drives the flakes straight into your face +like repeated stings of a small sharp whip, a welcome +shelter is presently found in Florence Marryat's +pretty, picturesque little house in St. Andrew's +Road, West Kensington. Two bright red pots filled +with evergreens mark the house, which is built in +the Elizabethan style of architecture, with a covered +verandah running along the upper part. By a +strange coincidence, the famous author has settled +down within a stone's throw of the place where her +distinguished father—the late Captain Marryat, R.N.—once +lived. Until three months ago, there stood in +the Fulham Palace Road, a large, handsome building +enclosed in ten acres of ground, which was first called +"Brandenburg Villa," and was inhabited by the +celebrated singer Madame Sontag. It next fell into +the hands of the Duke of Sussex, who changed its +name to Sussex House, and finally sold it to his +equerry Captain Marryat, who exchanged it with Mrs. +Alexander Copeland for the Manor of Langham, in +Norfolk, where he died. For some years past Sussex +House has been in Chancery, but now it is pulled<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span> +down; the land is sold out in building plots, and the +pleasure grounds will be turned into the usual streets +and rows of houses for the needs of the ever-increasing +population. The study—or as Florence Marryat calls +it, her "literary workshop"—is very small, but so well +arranged that it seems a sort of <i>multum in parvo</i>, +everything a writer can want being at hand. It has +a look of thorough snugness and comfort. The +large and well-worn writing table is loaded with +books of reference and a vast heap of tidily-arranged +manuscript, betokening the fact that yet another new +novel is under weigh. A massive brass inkstand, +bright as gold, is flanked on each side by a fierce-looking +dragon. Two of the walls are lined with +bookshelves from floor to ceiling, filled with books +which must number many hundreds of volumes. Over +the fireplace hangs an old-fashioned round mirror set +in a dull yellow frame, mounted on plush, around +whose broad margin is displayed a variety of china +plates, picked up in the many foreign countries which +Miss Marryat has visited, and the effect is particularly +good. The room is lighted at the further corner by +glass doors opening into an aviary and conservatory, +which is bright with many red-berried winter plants; +this little glass-house opens on to the big kennels +where Miss Marryat's canine pets are made so comfortable.</p> + +<p>But the door opens. Enters your hostess with two +ringdoves perched familiarly on her shoulder. She is +tall in stature, erect in carriage, fair in complexion: +she has large blue eyes—set well apart—straight, well-formed +eyebrows, and an abundance of soft, fair fluffy<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span> +hair. She is dressed very simply in a long black tea-gown +with Watteau pleat, very plainly made, but +perfect in cut and fit, and looking quite unstudied in +its becoming graceful simplicity.</p> + +<p>Florence Marryat is the youngest of the eleven +children of the late well-known author, Captain +Marryat, R.N., C.B., F.R.S. Her mother, who died at +the good old age of ninety—in full possession of all +her faculties—was a daughter of Sir Stephen Shairp, +of Houston, Linlithgow, who was for many years +H.B.M. Consul-General and <i>Chargé d'Affaires</i> at the +Court of Russia. One side of the little study is +dedicated to the relics of her father, and in the centre +hangs his portrait, surrounded by trophies and memories. +The picture is painted by the sculptor Behnes, +in water-colours, and represents a tall, fair, slight, +though muscular-looking man leaning against the mast +of his ship, <i>Ariadne</i>, dressed in the full uniform of +those days, a long-tailed coat, white duck trousers, and +cocked hat held under his arm. Two smaller pictures +of him are pen-and-ink drawings by Count D'Orsay +and Sir Edward Belcher respectively.</p> + +<p>Entering the service at a very early age, and in +troublous times, Captain Marryat gained rapid +promotion, and had been in no less than fifty-nine +naval engagements before he was twenty-one, and +with the single exception of Lord Nelson he was the +youngest Post Captain ever known, having indeed +attained that rank at the age of twenty-four. After +the first Burmese war, in which he took so distinguished +a part, he was offered a baronetcy as a +reward for his services, but refused it, choosing<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span> +instead a crest and arms to commemorate the circumstance, +with the stipulation that the arms should +be such as his daughters might carry. This was +accordingly done, and at the present moment there +are only eleven women in England who possess the +same right, of which number Miss Marryat and her +sisters make five. The crest, with arms (a fleur-de-lis +and a Burmese boat with sixteen rowers on +an azure ground, with three bars argent and three +bars sable) is framed, and hangs close to what she +calls her "Marryat Museum." Just below the portrait +is an oval ebony frame containing an etching +of a beaver done on a piece of ship's copper by +her father, a morocco case close by holds all his +medals, which were bequeathed to her, including +the Legion of Honour bestowed on him by the +Emperor Napoleon, and the picture of the dead +Emperor, sketched by the gallant sailor, and published +by Colnaghi, which is considered the best +portrait of him ever taken. His daughter remarks:—"It +was always said of my father that he ever +displayed to perfection that courage, energy, and +presence of mind which were natural to his lion-hearted +character. Unlike the veteran who +'shouldered his crutch to show how fields were +won,' he never voluntarily referred to exploits of +which any man might have been proud. He was +content to <i>do</i>, and know that he had <i>done</i>, and left +to others the pride which he might justly have felt +for himself."</p> + +<p>Independent of his nautical career, Captain Marryat +had other great talents. His writings will never be<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span> +forgotten, from "Peter Simple" and "Midshipman +Easy" down to "Masterman Ready," the much-beloved +books of children. His "Code of Signals" is so +celebrated that reference must just be made to it. +Shortly before he was elected a Fellow of the Royal +Society, he invented and brought to perfection the +code which was at once adopted in the Merchant +Service, and is now generally used by the British +and French navies, in India, at the Cape of Good +Hope, and other English settlements, and by the +Mercantile Marine of North America. It is also +published in the Dutch and Italian languages, and, +by an order of the French Government, no merchant +vessel can be insured without these signals being on +board. Rising, Miss Marryat puts the original work +into your hands, and you observe, with something +like awe, that it is all written in the deceased sailor's +own hand; the penmanship is like copper-plate, the +flags and signals are painted, and each page is neatly +indexed. Needless to say, it is regarded as a priceless +treasure by his daughter.</p> + +<p>Born of such a gifted father, it is small wonder +that the child should have inherited brilliant talents. +She was never sent to school, but was taught under +a succession of governesses. "On looking back," +she says with compunction, "I regret to remember +that I treated them all very badly, for I was a +downright troublesome child. I was an omnivorous +reader, and as no restriction was placed on my +choice of books, I read everything I could find, lying +for hours full length on the rug, face downwards, +arms propping up my head, with fingers in ears<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span> +to shut out every disturbing sound, the while perpetually +summoned to come to my lessons. I may +be said to have educated myself, and probably I +got more real learning out of this mode of procedure +than if I had gone through the regular routine of +the schoolroom, with the cut-and-dried conventional +system of the education of that day."</p> + +<p>Florence Marryat has been twice married: first +at the age of sixteen to Captain Ross Church, of +the Madras Staff Corps, and secondly to Colonel +Francis Lean of the Royal Marines. By the first +marriage she had eight children, of whom six survive.</p> + +<p>The first three-volume novel she published was +called "Love's Conflict." It was written under +sad circumstances. Her children were ill of scarlet +fever; most of the servants, terror-stricken, had +deserted her, and it was in the intervals of nursing +these little ones that, to divert her sad thoughts, +she took to her pen. From that time she wrote +steadily and rapidly, and up to the present date +she has actually turned out fifty-seven novels besides +an enormous quantity of journalistic work, about +one hundred short stories, and numerous essays, +poems, and recitations. She says of herself, that +from earliest youth she had always determined on +being a novelist, and at the age of ten she wrote a +story for the amusement of her playfellows, and +illustrated it with her own pen-and-ink sketches +(for be it known, the accomplished author has +likewise inherited this talent from her father, and +to this day she will decorate many a letter to her +favourite friends with funny and clever little illus<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span>trations +and caricatures). But she wisely formed +the determination that she would never publish +anything until her judgment was more matured, so +as to ensure success, that she "would study people, +nature, nature's ways, and character, and then she +would let the world know what she thought"; and +in this piece of self-denial she has shown extreme +wisdom, and reaped her reward in the long record +of successes that she has scored and the large fortune +she has made, but which, alas! she no longer +possesses. "Others have spent it for me," she says +plaintively; but she adds generously, "and I do +not grudge it to them." Part of it enabled her, +at any rate, to give each and all of her children a +thoroughly good education, and she is proud to think +that they owe it all to her own hard work. Miss +Marryat is always especially flattered to hear that +her novels are favourites with women, and she had +a gratifying proof of this when visiting Canada in +1885. She was waited on by a deputation of +ladies, armed with bouquets and presents, to thank +her for having written that charming story called +"My Own Child."</p> + +<p>"Gup," which had an extensive sale, is entirely +an Anglo-Indian book, not so much of a novel as a +collection of character sketches and tales, which her +powers of observation enabled her to form out of +the life in Indian stations. For the benefit of the +uninitiated, the word "Gup" shall be translated +from Hindustanee into English: "Gossip." "Woman +Against Woman," "Veronique," "Petronel," "Nelly +Brooke," "Fighting the Air," were amongst the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span> +earliest of the eighteen novels that she brought out +in the first eleven years of her literary career. These, +together with her "Girls of Feversham," have been +republished in Germany and America, and translated +into Russian, German, Swedish, and French. +Miss Marryat says: "I never sit down deliberately +to compose or think out a plot. The most ordinary +remark or anecdote may supply the motive, and the +rest comes by itself. Sometimes I have as many +as a dozen plots, in different stages of completion, +floating in my brain. They appear to me like a set +of houses, the first of which is fully furnished; the +second finished, but empty; the third in course of +building; till the furthest in the distance is nothing +but an outline. As soon as one is complete, I feel +I <i>must</i> write it down; but I never think of the +one I am writing, always of the next one that +is to be, and sometimes of three or four at a time, +till I drive them forcibly away. I never feel at +home with a plot till I have settled the names of +the characters to my satisfaction. As soon as I +have done that they become sentient beings in my +eyes, and seem to dictate what I shall write. I +lose myself so completely whilst writing, that I +have no idea, till I take it up to correct, what I +have written." Judging by the great heap of MSS. +alluded to on her writing-table, there seems but +little for the writer to correct. At your request, +she hands you half a dozen pages, and you notice +but three alterations amongst them; the facile pen, +the medium of her thoughts, seems to have known +exactly what it had to write. The novel is called<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span> +"How like a Woman," and will shortly make its +appearance.</p> + +<p>Her latest published works are "On Circumstantial +Evidence," "A Scarlet Sin," "Mount Eden," "Blindfold," +"Brave Heart and True," "The Risen Dead," +"There is no Death," and "The Nobler Sex." With +respect to Miss Marryat's book, "There is no Death," +many people have pronounced it to be, not only the +most remarkable book that she has ever written, but +the most remarkable publication of the time. To the +public it is so full of marvels as to appear almost +incredible, but to her friends, who know that everything +related there happened, under the author's eyes, +it is more wonderful still. The amount of correspondence +that she has received on the subject ever since +the book appeared in June, 1891, is incalculable. Even +to this date she has seven or eight letters daily, all +containing the same demand, "Tell us how we can +see our Dead." This book has done more to convince +many people of the truth of Spiritualism than any yet +written. Florence Marryat numbers her converts by +the hundred and they are all gathered from educated +people; men of letters and of science have written to +her from every part of the world, and many clergymen +have succumbed to her courageous assertions. It is +curious and interesting to know that Miss Marryat's +experiences are not only those of the past, but that +she passes through just as wonderful things every day +of her life, and the spirit world is quite as familiar to her +as the natural one, and far more interesting. Whether +her readers sympathise with her or not, or whether +they believe that she really saw and heard all the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span> +marvels related in "There is no Death," the book must +remain as a remarkable record of the experiences of +a woman whose friends know her to be incapable of +telling a lie and especially on a subject which she holds +to be sacred. "I really do not care much," says Miss +Marryat with a smile, "if my readers believe me or +not. If they do not it is their loss, not mine. I have +done what I considered to be my duty in trying to +convince the world of what <i>I</i> know to be true, and to +which I shall continue to testify as long as I have +breath."</p> + +<p>"Tom Tiddler's Ground" is the history of her own +adventures while in America. Many of her books +have been dramatised, and at one time nine of these +plays were running simultaneously in the provinces. +She says, "The most successful of my works are transcripts +of my own experience. I have been accused of +caricaturing my acquaintances, but it is untrue. The +majority of them are not worth the trouble, and it is +far easier for me to draw a picture from my own +imagination, than to endure the society of a disagreeable +person for the sake of copying him or her."</p> + +<p>But Miss Marryat's talents are versatile. After a +long illness when her physicians recommended rest +from literature, believing an entire change of occupation +would be the best tonic for her, she went upon +the stage—a pursuit which she had always dearly +loved—and possessing a fine voice, and great musical +gifts, with considerable dramatic power, she has been +successful, both as an actress and an entertainer. She +wrote a play called "Her World Against a Lie" +(from her own novel), which was produced at the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span> +Prince of Wales' Theatre, and in which she played the +chief comedy part, Mrs. Hephzibah Horton, with so +much skill and <i>aplomb</i>, that the <i>Era</i>, <i>Figaro</i>, <i>Morning +Post</i>, and other papers, criticised her performances +most favourably. She also wrote "Miss Chester" and +"Charmyon" in conjunction with Sir Charles Young. +She was engaged for the opening of the Prince of +Wales's (then the Princes') Theatre when she played +"Queen Altemire" in <i>The Palace of Truth</i>. She has +toured with D'Oyly Carte's <i>Patience</i> companies, with +George Grossmith in <i>Entre Nous</i>, and finally with her +own company in <i>The Golden Goblet</i> (written by her +son Frank). Altogether Miss Marryat has pursued +her dramatic life for fifteen years, and has given +hundreds of recitations and musical entertainments +which she has written for herself. One of these last, +called "Love Letters," she has taken through the +provinces three times, and once through America. It +lasts two hours; she accompanies herself on the piano, +and the music was written by George Grossmith. +Another is a comic lecture entitled, "Women of the +future (1991); or, what shall we do with our men?" +She has also made many tours throughout the United +Kingdom, giving recitals and readings from her father's +works, and other pieces by Albery and Grossmith.</p> + +<p>For the last seven years Miss Marryat has never +looked at a criticism on her books. She says her +publishers are her best friends, and their purses are +her assessors, and she is quite satisfied with the result. +She has an intense love of animals, and asks if you +would object to the presence of her dogs, as this is the +hour for their admittance. On the contrary, it is what<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span> +you have been longing for, and two magnificent bulldogs +of long pedigree are let in. Ferocious as is their +appearance, their manners are perfect, and their great +brown eyes seem human in their intelligence as each +comes up to make acquaintance. Meantime the two +doves have gone peacefully to sleep, each perched +on a brass dragon, and the dogs eye them respectfully, +as if they were all members of "a happy family."</p> + +<p>A neat little maid comes in with a tea-tray, but ere +she is permitted to lay the prettily embroidered cloth, +Miss Marryat directs attention to the table, which is a +curiosity. It is a small round table, made from the oak +planks of the quarter deck of H.M.S. <i>Ariadne</i>. This +was sent to her by a gentleman who never saw her, +with a letter saying that she would prize the wood +over which her father's feet had so often trod. It +bears in the centre a brass inscription, as follows:—"Made +from the timbers of H.M.S. Ariadne, commanded +by Captain Marryat, R.N., C.B., 1828."</p> + +<p>Miss Marryat, probably wishing to pay you a +peculiar honour, pushes forward her own special revolving +writing chair; but no, you had surreptitiously +tried it whilst waiting for her, and unhesitatingly +pronounce it to be the most uncomfortable piece of +furniture ever made. It is constructed of wood, is +highly polished, and has a hard seat, hard elbow rests, +and a hard unyielding back. She laughs heartily, and +declares she will hear no word against her "old arm-chair"; +she says she has got used to it; it has been, +like herself, a great traveller; she has written in it for +twenty years, and it is a particular favourite. Miss +Marryat wears a diamond ring, which has a peculiar<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span> +history, and is very old. During the first Burmese +war in which her father was engaged, the natives were +in the habit of making little slits in their skin, and +inserting therein any particular stone of value they +wished to conceal. One of these men was taken +prisoner, and on being searched, or felt over—for there +was not much clothing to search—a small hard lump +was found on his leg, which at once revealed the +presence of some valuable. A slight incision produced +a diamond, which was confiscated, set, and presented +by the good old sailor to his sister-in-law, Mrs. Horace +Marryat, whose only son, Colonel Fitzroy Marryat, +gave it to his cousin, the author.</p> + +<p>She takes you into the adjoining room to see two +oil-paintings of wrecks, <i>chef d'[oe]uvres</i> of the great +Flemish seascape painter, Louis Boeckhaussen, and +valued at a high figure. There is a story attached to +these also. They belonged originally to the Marryat +collection at Wimbledon House, and were given to her +brother Frederick by his grandmother on his being +promoted to be first lieutenant of the <i>Sphynx</i>, and +were hanging in his cabin when that ship was wrecked +off the Needles, Isle of Wight. They remained fourteen +days under water, and when rescued were sent to +a Plymouth dealer to be cleaned. Lieutenant Marryat, +for his bravery on that occasion, was immediately +appointed to the <i>Sphynx's</i> twin vessel, the ill-fated +<i>Avenger</i>, who went down with 380 souls on the +Sorelli rocks.</p> + +<p>After this catastrophe, the dealer sent the paintings +to the young officer's mother, saying it was by his +instructions, and that he had refused to take them to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span> +sea again, as he declared that they were "much too +good to go overboard." Miss Marryat also possesses a +painting by Cawno, from "Japhet in search of a +Father," which was left to her by the will of the late +Mr. Richard Bently, the publisher, and this she prizes +highly. She has several presentation pens, one of porcupine +quill and silver, with which her father wrote +his last five novels; another of ivory, coral, and gold, +inscribed with her name and presented by Messrs. +Macniven and Cameron; a third of silver, and a fourth +of gold and ivory, given by admirers of her writings; +fifthly, and the one she values most and chiefly uses, a +penholder of solid gold with amethysts, which belonged +to an American ancestress of the family, for Miss +Marryat's paternal grandmother was a Boston belle. +This was a tribute from her American relations when +she crossed the Atlantic, with the words that she was +"the most worthy member to retain it." A noise +of barking and scratching at the door is heard outside. +Florence Marryat opens it, and many tiny, rough, prize +terriers rush in. She laughs at your exclamation of +surprise at the number of her dog friends and answers, +"They are not all kept entirely for amusement. I sell +the puppies, and they fetch large prices. It is quite +the fashion to be in trade now-a-days, you know. +One lady runs a boarding-house, another, her emporium +for furniture, a third, her bonnet shop, a +fourth, her dress-making establishment, so why not +I, my kennels? I love dogs better than bonnets, or +chairs, or people, and so I derive pleasure as well as +profit from my particular fancy, and I should be +lonely without these pets."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span></p> + +<p>But, as though talking of old reminiscences had +changed her mood from gay to grave, she asks you to +look at a few very special treasures in her writing +room. "I call this my room of home memories," she +says with exceeding softness and pathos. "There are +my children's pictures; those," pointing to a small +shelf, "are my best friend's books." "<i>Here</i> are +portraits of all whom I love best, my living, and my +dead!"</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="MRS_LOVETT_CAMERON" id="MRS_LOVETT_CAMERON"></a>MRS. LOVETT CAMERON.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 50%;"> +<img src="images/img096.jpg" width="100%" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + + +<p>Nestling between Knightsbridge on the north, and +Brompton Road on the south, lies a quiet, old-fashioned +square, which the organ-grinder and brass band are no +longer permitted to disturb. Everything is so still +that it is difficult to realise that it is within a few +minutes' walk from a busy, noisy thoroughfare. So +near and yet so far from London's "madding crowd." +In summer time when the ancient trees, which are +said never to have been disturbed for generations, are +in full leaf, the little square might indeed be a slice +out of the country itself; and even now, with bare and +leafless branches, it presents a peaceful, rural appearance, +for the hoar frost has covered every bough and +shrub with a million of glittering particles, which +sparkle like diamonds in the wintry sunshine. In the +centre of the north side of Montpelier Square is Mrs. +Lovett Cameron's home, a cheerful-looking little house, +gay with window boxes, and fleecy muslin curtains +draped with bright coloured ribbons. An application +at the brass horseshoe knocker is promptly responded +to, and you are admitted into the hall and vociferously +greeted by "Nancy," a handsome fox-terrier, the pet +of the house, a treasure-trove from the Dogs' Home. +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span>The first object which attracts the eye, and, as it were, +overshadows you, is the head of a gigantic Indian +buffalo, so sleek and life-like in appearance, with its +huge horns, that you involuntarily shudder to think +what a formidable opponent the savage monster must +have proved in the flesh ere he became the trophy of +that gallant sportsman, the late Hector Cameron.</p> + +<p>Ascending the staircase, the walls of which are +hung with a series of Colonel Crealock's spirited +hunting sketches, you are ushered into the drawing-room, +which is divided midway by a carved white +wood archway of Moorish design. Large palms, tall +arum lilies, and graceful ferns, are grouped here and +there about the room; no sound is heard save the +song of caged birds. The Oriental bowls and jars are +filled with great double chrysanthemums of golden +brown, and other winter flowers; but a light step +approaches; the door softly opens, and the author +enters: seeing her framed in the doorway, clad in the +soft folds of a simply-made violet velvet tea-gown, the +first glance conveys to the mind an immediate impression +that she is in thorough harmony with her +surroundings.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Lovett Cameron is a fair, slight woman, a little +below the middle height; her large blue eyes have a +very thoughtful, gentle expression; her broad low +brow is crowned with bright chestnut coloured hair. +Her habitually serious look changes, however, when +having settled you into a corner of the couch, with +a cup of steaming coffee, she enters into friendly +conversation. Meanwhile you cast furtive glances +around the room. A bright fire blazes cheerfully<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span> +on the blue and brown tiled hearth. The carved +white mantelpiece, with side recesses, is covered with +delicate specimens of old Dresden china, and surmounted +by a broad shelf, on which stand five exquisite +antique Japanese jars, the <i>bleu poudré</i> and deep +crimson being thrown into relief by the soft tints of +the "buttercup" coloured wall paper.</p> + +<p>Amongst the pictures which adorn the walls is a +portrait, after Sir Godfrey Kneller, of Sir Edmund +Verney, an ancestor of the family, bearing the inscription +"Standard Bearer to Charles I., who lost his life +in the Battle of Edghill." The original painting is at +Liscombe, Buckinghamshire, a property which still +belongs to the Lovett family. Further on is a lovely +copy of the Madonna Caracci, in the Dresden Gallery. +Several pieces of valuable old blue china, quaint bits +of Oriental flat figures, together with a plate or two of +old Dutch ware decorate the walls, and an ancient +convex mirror of great antiquity. Two antique corner +cupboards (Dutch) with flat glass doors disclose +many little treasures of enamel, old Worcester and +Nankin, which Mrs. Cameron says that she prizes +as much from association as for their own intrinsic +value. An Italian cabinet inlaid with ebony and +ivory occupies one side of the wall, and, unlocking +its doors, she takes out some priceless scraps of +old lace of cobweb-looking fabric, which she inherited +from a maternal ancestress, together with a +few pieces of the Queen Anne silver which are +scattered on the tiny marqueterie table yonder. +Amongst these there is a richly-chased tankard, on +which is the inscription, "Oration Prize adjudged to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span> +Verney Lovett, of Trinity College, Cambridge, in the +year 1774." There is an amusing story told of another +of Mrs. Cameron's ancestresses. She was a Huguenot, +a Mademoiselle de Bosquet, and, at the time of the +persecution of the French Protestants, when only a +little girl, she was packed up in a basket, smuggled +out of France and sent over to England to ensure +her safety.</p> + +<p>The long, dwarf bookcase on the right is filled +with literary treasures, inherited from the "Oration +Prize" winner. Mrs. Cameron takes out several, +and mentions that they are valuable editions of +"Montaigne," "Chesterfield's Letters," the "Tattler," +the "Spectator," etc., but the gem of the collection, +and one that she greatly values, is a complete set of +the poems of Edmund Waller, dated 1729, in good +preservation, each poem headed with engravings by +Vertue, chiefly portraits of the Stuart family. The +bookcase opposite contains several presentation copies +from brother and sister writers. Amongst them you +look in vain for the author's own works, but she says +that they shall all be seen presently in her own study +below, and as she leads the way thither, past the +conservatory, you pause to admire the picturesque +grouping of the flowers and palms, some so high +that the cages of the feathered songsters are half +concealed. Your hostess remarks that she "delights +in flowers, and is always lucky with them."</p> + +<p>Turning to the right, she opens the door of her +cosy little writing-room. The dark red walls, with +a frieze of large Japanese flowers, are hung with +etchings, photographs, and pictures, all of which<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span> +have their own story. Here is a complete series +of Aitken's "First Point to Point Race"; there +portraits of the "Prize Fox-terriers of England," +presented to her by the late Sir John Reid. Also +sundry winners of the Derby, and many a pet dog +and horse. Mrs. Cameron points out her husband's +favourite hunter, "Roscommon," and his wonderful +pony, "Tommy Dod," who "jumped like a cat," +and carried him for many seasons in Leicestershire, +and who, with his master, was often mentioned with +honour in <i>Baily's Magazine</i>. A few sketches of +the Thames indicate her favourite resort for leisure +hours, many summer days and autumn holidays +being spent on the river, in quiet nooks and corners, +where, under the able tuition of her barrister +brother, Norman Pearson, late of Balliol, and coach +of the "Kingston Eight," Mrs. Lovett Cameron has +achieved considerable dexterity in sculling and +canoeing.</p> + +<p>Antlers and deers' heads, ranged high near the +ceiling, testify further to the sporting proclivities of +the family. Over a quaint little corner cupboard +a big stuffed hawk looks down with an absurdly +wise expression. A high, three-cornered, and somewhat +ascetic-looking chair is pushed aside from a +proportionately high and business-like writing table—a +handsome old English piece of furniture, which +is loaded with manuscript and books of reference, +denoting the occupation in which Mrs. Cameron was +probably engaged when summoned to receive you, +and you hastily begin a word of apology; but she +turns it aside and observes that she was "quite glad<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span> +to be interrupted, as she had been working beyond +her usual hour."</p> + +<p>Over the table hangs a venerable canary, <i>ætat</i>. +fourteen, who has learnt to be mute in business +hours. Opposite the window stands a large antique +Chippendale bookcase with glass doors, filled with +hooks of history, travel, biography, English poets, +and old dramatists. One shelf is reserved for another +purpose, and here can be read the names of fourteen +three-volume novels, well known to the world, +written by Mrs. Lovett Cameron. Her husband has +had them all bound alike in Russian leather, and +looks on them as his own especial property. This +shelf is now nearly full, and Mrs. Cameron remarks +laughingly that "by rights she ought to die when it +<i>is</i> full, as there will be no room for any more in the +cupboard." Of these novels, the first, "Juliet's +Guardian," made its bow to the public in 1876, +having previously appeared in the pages of <i>Belgravia</i>, +"Jack's Secret" ran as a serial through the same +magazine, having been applied for, when <i>Belgravia</i> +changed hands, by the present owner "to bring him +luck." Taking out one after another of these +daintily-bound volumes—"Deceivers Ever," "Vera +Nevill," "Pure Gold," "A North Country Maid," +"A Dead Past," "In a Grass Country," "A Devout +Lover," "This Wicked World," "Worth Winning," +"The Cost of a Lie," "Neck or Nothing," and +other short stories—you see that most of them have +passed through several editions, and in "In a Grass +Country," "ninth edition," proving the special popularity +of that particular book, which chiefly made<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span> +Mrs. Lovett Cameron's literary reputation. Her latest +additions to these entertaining works of fiction are +"A Lost Wife," "Weak Woman," and "A Daughter's +Heart."</p> + +<p>It is always deeply interesting to hear about the +early days of such a well-known writer. Explaining +to Mrs. Cameron that not only in Europe, but also in +the Colonies where her books are as largely circulated, +that she has many friends and admirers who will +love to hear all about her first literary efforts, she +kindly consents to gratify you, and says, that "to +begin at the beginning," she was sent at the early +age of six to Paris, to acquire the language; she +was placed in the family of the late M. Nizard, an +academician, and a man of some literary repute, who +later on became a member of the Senate. She has +a vivid recollection of the house—since demolished—surrounded +by a large garden in the Rue de +Conscelles, where her childish days were spent. +Amongst such surroundings, it was natural that the +girl should become imbued with a love of reading, +which, though carefully guided, was stimulated +to the utmost, and when, later on, after some further +years at a school in England, she returned home, +she found herself in constant disgrace, because she +was always reading and hated needlework. As her +mother and sister were enthusiastic in this feminine +accomplishment, and were constantly engrossed in +the embroidering of church altar-cloths and linen, +they were inclined to look on books as an excuse +for idleness.</p> + +<p>It was at this time that the young girl-student<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span> +secretly wrote several short stories, and, although +very shy of these efforts, she one day confided to +her elder sister that she "felt certain she could +write a novel." With the honest candour of a +family circle towards each other, she was promptly +extinguished with the remark, "That is nonsense. +If you had any talent for writing, it would have +shown itself before this." Thus discouraged, she +laid aside the idea, and never resumed it until after +her marriage, when the talent which had lain dormant +could no longer be hidden. The story of the +launching of her first novel is most interesting, as +showing the courage and perseverance of the young +author.</p> + +<p>She had no acquaintance with a single member +of the literary profession—no interest with any +editor or publisher; nevertheless, on the completion +of "Juliet's Guardian," she took up, by chance, the +nearest book at hand; reading therein the names +of Chatto and Windus, she then and there packed +up her MS., and without any introduction, but +with many qualms, made her way to their office. +She was courteously received, and informed that she +might leave it, and after a brief period of anxious +waiting, the good news came that it was accepted. +Shortly after, it was brought out, and the young +author's first step to fame was accomplished.</p> + +<p>Rising to replace this volume, you inadvertently +press against a panel in the lower cupboard, which +falling open, dislodges a large and somewhat discoloured +roll of newspapers, and hastening to gather +them up with a murmured word of regret for the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span> +accident, Mrs. Cameron remarks with a laugh that +they are copies of a paper, the <i>City Advertiser</i>, which +she and her two brothers started, and actually kept +going for six months, the three meeting once a week +to carry it on. It was a source of endless amusement +to them, until the scattering of the family caused it +to die a natural death.</p> + +<p>The easel yonder holds a large framed photograph +of the head of an Apollo, discovered when digging +under the streets of Athens; and opposite stands a +portfolio full of sketches and maps, descriptive of +the route taken by her brother-in-law, Commander +Lovett Cameron, the well-known African traveller, +who nearly seventeen years ago went on foot across +Africa with a small party of friends, but, alas! came +back alone. He was the only survivor of the +intrepid band, the rest all succumbed to the perils +of the expedition. He it was who surveyed the +southern portion of Lake Tanganyika, proving it to +be a lake, and discovered the river Lukuga, which +is the outlet thereof. Pursuing his travels further, +he also proved Lualaba and Congo to be one river, +and later discovered Lake Kassali and the sources +of the Zambesi.</p> + +<p>But whilst following out the route on a well-worn +map, and listening to these interesting details, youthful +voices are heard outside, which recall the fact that +it is the first day of the holidays, and a tap at the +door is followed by the entrance of Mrs. Cameron's +two fine, bright boys, accompanied by their father.</p> + +<p>The elder lad, "Verney" is at Winchester, the +"school for scholars," and he has already evinced a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span> +distinct talent for composition, combined with a fund +of humour, which has found vent in one or two +clever, though childish stories, which betoken the +probability that he has inherited his mother's gift +of writing, but the younger boy, "Hector," bravely +tells you he "likes play better than lessons, and +he means to go abroad and shoot elephants." As +he is, however, only twelve years old his parents +feel no immediate anxiety on <i>that</i> score.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Lovett Cameron seldom writes after two +o'clock. She uses a pen placed in a funny little +stump of a broken mother-of-pearl holder, and, handing +it to you, she says, "I have a superstition about +it. Every one of my novels has been mainly +written with it, and I often say that if I use +another penholder, I write badly. I have told my +husband to put it into my coffin."</p> + +<p>She is a capital woman of business, and remarks +that she "bought all her experience for herself."</p> + +<p>Those who do not know Mrs. Cameron well, think +that she is cold and proud. Truly, she does not +wear her heart on her sleeve; but not to all is +revealed the true nature of the woman. Do you +go to consult her on a tiresome bit of business, +to take a tale of deserving charity, to confide a +personal grief? Though in the midst of writing a +sentence, the busy pen is thrown aside, as she +straightens the tangled web, opens her purse to the +pitiful story, or, with tender sympathy, enters into +the sorrow.</p> + +<p>The good old "grandfather" clock in the corner is +a very ancient and much-treasured relic; its hands,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span> +however, mark that it is time to go; but Mrs. +Lovett Cameron asks you to "stay a moment." She +runs lightly upstairs and returns with a bunch of +the gold and brown chrysanthemums, which she puts +into your hands; then, casting a last look at the +fierce buffalo, you pass out into the quiet little +square, and in less than five minutes find yourself +again in the noisy region of cabs and omnibuses.</p> + + + + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="MRS_HUNGERFORD" id="MRS_HUNGERFORD"></a>MRS. HUNGERFORD.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 50%;"> +<img src="images/img107.jpg" width="100%" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + + +<p>It is well worth encountering the perils of the sea, +even in the middle of winter, and in the teeth of a +north-east wind, if only to experience the absolute +comfort and ease with which, in these space-annihilating +days, the once-dreaded journey from England to the +Emerald Isle can be made. You have resolved to +accept a hospitable invitation from Mrs. Hungerford, +the well-known author of "Molly Bawn," etc., to visit +her at her lovely home, St. Brenda's, Bandon, co. Cork, +where a "hearty Irish welcome" is promised, and +though circumstances prevent your availing yourself +of the "month's holiday" so kindly offered, and limit +an absence from home to but four days, it is delightful +to find that, travelling by the best of all possible +routes—the Irish Mail—it is to be accomplished easily +and without any fatiguing haste.</p> + +<p>Having given due notice of your intentions, you +arrive at Euston just in time for the 7.15 a.m. express, +and find that by the kindness of the station-master a +compartment is reserved, and every arrangement, +including an excellent meal, is made for your comfort. +The carriages are lighted by electricity, and run so +smoothly that it is possible to get a couple of hours'<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span> +good sleep, which the very early start has made so +desirable. On reaching Holyhead at 1.30 p.m. to the +minute, you are met by the courteous and attentive +marine superintendent, Captain Cay, R.N., who takes +you straight on board the <i>Ireland</i>, the newest +addition to the fleet of fine ships, owned by the City of +Dublin Steam Packet Company. She is a magnificent +vessel, 380 feet long, 38 feet in beam, 2,589 tons, and +6,000 horse-power; her fine, broad bridge, handsome +deck-houses, and brass work glisten in the bright +sunlight. She carries electric light; and the many +airy private cabins indicate that, though built for +speed, the comfort of her passengers has been a matter +of much consideration. She is well captained, well +officered, well manned, and well navigated. The good-looking, +weather-beaten Captain Kendall is indeed the +commodore of the company, and has made the passage +for nearly thirty years. There is an unusually large +number of passengers to-day, for it is the first week of +the accelerated speed, and it is amusing to notice +the rapidity with which the mails are shipped, on +men's backs, which plan is found quicker than any +appliance. Captain Cay remarks that it is no uncommon +thing to ship seven hundred sacks on foreign +mail days; he says, too, that never since these vessels +were started has there been a single accident to life or +limb. But the last bag is on board, steam is up, and +away goes the ship past the South Stack lighthouse, +built on an island under precipitous cliffs, from which +a gun is fired when foggy, and in about an hour the +Irish coast becomes visible, Howth and Bray Head. +The sea gets pretty rough, but luckily does not interfere<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span> +with your excellent appetite for the first-class refreshments +supplied. The swift-revolving paddles churn +the big waves into a thick foam as the good ship +<i>Ireland</i> ploughs her way through at the rate of twenty +knots an hour, "making good weather of it," and +actually accomplishes the voyage in three hours and +fifteen minutes—one of the shortest runs on record. +The punctuality with which these mail packets make +the passage in all weathers is indeed truly wonderful—a +fact which is experienced a few days later on the +return journey. Kingstown is reached at 6.10 p.m. +(Irish time), where the mail train is waiting to convey +passengers by the new loop line that runs in a +curve right through "dear dirty Dublin," as it is +popularly called, to Kingsbridge, and so on to Cork, +where you put up for the night at the Imperial Hotel.</p> + +<p>Another bright sunshiny morning opens, and shows +old Cork at her best. Cork! the old city of Father +Prout's poem, "The Bells of Shandon," which begins +thus:—</p> + +<p class="poem"> +With deep affection and recollection<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I often think of Shandon bells,</span><br /> +Whose sounds so wild would in days of childhood<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Fling round my cradle their magic spells,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">On this I ponder where'er I wander,</span><br /> +And thus grow fonder, sweet Cork, of thee;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">With the bells of Shandon</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">That sound so grand on, etc., etc.</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>The river Lee runs through the handsome little +city, and has often been favourably compared with +the Rhine. But Bandon must be reached, which is +easily managed in an hour by rail, and there you are +met by your host with a neat dog-cart, and good<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span> +grey mare; being in light marching order, your kit is +quickly stowed away by a smart-looking groom, and +soon you find yourself tearing along at a spanking pace +through the "most Protestant" town of Bandon, where +Mr. Hungerford pulls up for a moment to point out the +spot where once the old gates stood, whereon was +written the legend, "Let no Papist enter here." Years +after, a priest in the dead of night added to it. He +wrote:—</p> + +<p class="poem"> +Whoever wrote this, wrote it <i>well</i>,<br /> +The same is written on the gates of <i>Hell</i>.<br /> +</p> + +<p>Then up the hill past Ballymoden Church, in through +the gates of Castle Bernard, past Lord Bandon's beautiful +old castle covered with exquisite ivy, out through a +second gate, over the railway, a drive of twenty minutes +in all, and so up to the gates of St. Brenda's. A private +road of about half a mile long, hedged on either side +by privet and hawthorn and golden furze, leads to the +avenue proper, the entrance gate of which is flanked +by two handsome deodars. It takes a few minutes +more to arrive at a large, square, ivy-clad house, and +ere there is time to take in an idea of its gardens and +surroundings, the great hall door is flung open, a little +form trips down the stone steps, and almost before the +horse has come to a standstill, Mrs. Hungerford gives +you indeed the "hearty Irish welcome" she promised.</p> + +<p>It is now about four o'clock, and the day is growing +dark. Your hostess draws you in hastily out of the +cold, into a spacious hall lighted by a hanging Eastern +lamp, and by two other lamps let into the wide circular +staircase at the lower end of it. The drawing-room door<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span> +is open, and a stream of ruddy light from half-a-dozen +crimson shaded lamps, rushing out, seems to welcome +you too. It is a large, handsome room, very lofty, +and charmingly furnished, with a Persian carpet, +tiny tables, low lounging chairs, innumerable knick-knacks +of all kinds, ferns, winter flowers of every sort, +screens and palms. A great fire of pine-logs is roaring +up the chimney. The piano is draped with Bokhara +plush, and everywhere the latest magazines, novels, +and papers are scattered.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Hungerford is a very tiny woman, but slight +and well-proportioned. Her large hazel eyes, sparkling +with fun and merriment, are shaded by thick, curly +lashes. She has a small, determined mouth, and the +chin slightly upturned, gives a <i>piquante</i> expression to +the intelligent face—so bright and vivacious. Her hair +is of a fair-brown colour, a little lighter than her eyelashes, +and is piled up high on the top of her head, +breaking away into natural curls over her brow. She +is clad in an exquisite tea-gown of dark blue plush, +with a soft, hanging, loose front of a lighter shade of +silk. Some old lace ruffles finish off the wrists and +throat, and she wears a pair of little high-heeled <i>Louis +quinze</i> shoes, which display her small and pretty feet. +She looks the embodiment of good temper, merry wit, +and <i>espièglerie</i>.</p> + +<p>It is difficult to realize that she is the mother of the +six children who are grouped in the background. +One lovely little fairy, "Vera," aged three and a half, +runs clinging up to her skirts, and peeps out shyly. +Her delicate colouring suggests a bit of dainty +Dresden china. Later on, you discover that this is<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span> +actually the pet name by which she is known, being +indeed quite famous here as a small beauty. "Master +Tom," a splendid roly-poly fellow, aged sixteen months, +is playing with a heap of toys on the rug near the +fire and is carefully watched over by a young brother +of five. The three other girls are charming little +maidens. The eldest, though but in her early teens, +is intellectual and studious; the second has a decided +talent for painting, whilst the third, says her mother, +laughing, "is a consummate idler, but witty and +clever."</p> + +<p>By and bye your hostess takes you into what +she calls her "den," for a long, undisturbed chat, +and this room also bears the stamp of her taste +and love of study. A big log fire burns merrily here, +too, in the huge grate, and lights up a splendid old +oak cabinet, reaching from floor to ceiling, which, +with four more bookcases, seems literally crammed +with dictionaries, books of reference, novels, and other +light literature; but the picturesque is not wanting, +and there are plenty of other decorations, such as +paintings, flowers, and valuable old china to be seen. +Here the clever little author passes three hours every +morning. She is, as usual, over-full of work, sells +as fast as she can write, and has at the present +time more commissions than she can get through +during the next few years. Everything is very orderly—each +big or little bundle of MSS. is neatly tied +together and duly labelled. She opens one drawer +of a great knee-hole writing table, which discloses +hundreds of half sheets of paper. "Yes," she says, +with a laugh; "I scribble my notes on these: they<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span> +are the backs of my friends' letters; how astonished +many of them would be if they knew that +the last half sheet they write me becomes on the +spot a medium for the latest full-blown accounts +of a murder, or a laugh, or a swindle, perhaps, more +frequently, a flirtation! I am a bad sleeper," she +adds, "I think my brain is too active, for I always +plan out my best scenes at night, and write them +out in the morning without any trouble." She finds, +too, that driving has a curious effect upon her; the +action of the air seems to stimulate her. She dislikes +talking, or being talked to, when driving, but loves +to think, and to watch the lovely variations of the +world around her, and often comes home filled with +fresh ideas, scenes, and conversations, which she +scribbles down without even waiting to throw off +her furs. Asking her how she goes to work about +her plot, she answers with a reproachful little +laugh—"That is unkind! You know I never <i>have</i> +a plot really, not the <i>bonâ fide</i> plot one looks +for in a novel. An idea comes to me, or I to it," +she says, airily, "a scene—a situation—a young +man, a young woman, and on that mental hint I +begin to build," but the question naturally arises, +she must make a beginning? "Indeed, no," she replies; +"it has frequently happened to me that I +have written the last chapter first, and so, as it were, +worked backwards."</p> + +<p>"Phyllis" was the young author's first work. It +was written before she was nineteen, and was read +by Mr. James Payn, who accepted it for Messrs. Smith +and Elder.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span></p> + +<p>Mrs. Hungerford is the daughter of the late Rev. +Canon Hamilton, rector and vicar choral of St. Faughnan's +cathedral in Ross Carberry, co. Cork, one of the +oldest churches in Ireland. Her grandfather was John +Hamilton, of Vesington, Dunboyne, a property thirteen +miles out of Dublin. The family is very old, very +distinguished, and came over from Scotland to Ireland +in the reign of James I.</p> + +<p>Most of her family are in the army; but of literary +talent, she remarks, it has but little to boast. Her +principal works are "Phyllis," "Molly Bawn," "Mrs. +Geoffrey," "Portia," "Rossmoyne," "Undercurrents," +"A Life's Remorse," "A Born Coquette," "A Conquering +Heroine." She has written up to this time thirty-two +novels, besides uncountable articles for home +and American papers. In the latter country she +enjoys an enormous popularity, and everything she +writes is rapidly printed off. First sheets of the +novels in hand are bought from her for American +publications, months before there is any chance of +their being completed. In Australia, too, her books +are eagerly looked for, whilst every story she has +ever written can be found in the Tauchnitz series.</p> + +<p>She began to write when very young, at school +taking always the prize in composition. As a mere +child she could always keep other children spellbound +whilst telling them fairy stories of her own +invention. "I remember," she says, turning round +with a laugh, "when I was about ten years old, +writing a ghost story which so frightened myself, +that when I went to bed that night, I couldn't sleep +till I had tucked my head under the bedclothes.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span> +This," she adds, "I have always considered my <i>chef +d'[oe]uvre</i>, as I don't believe I have ever succeeded +in frightening anyone ever since." At eighteen she +gave herself up seriously, or rather, gaily, to literary +work. All her books teem with wit and humour. +One of her last creations, the delightful old butler, +Murphy, in "A Born Coquette," is equal to anything +ever written by her compatriot, Charles Lever. Not +that she has devoted herself entirely to mirth-moving +situations. The delicacy of her love scenes, the lightness +of touch that distinguishes her numerous flirtations +can only be equalled by the pathos she has thrown +into her work every now and then, as if to temper +her brightness with a little shade. Her descriptions +of scenery are specially vivid and delightful, and +very often full of poetry. She is never didactic +or goody-goody, neither does she revel in risky situations, +nor give the world stories which, to quote +the well-known saying of a popular playwright, "no +nice girl would allow her mother to read."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Hungerford married first when very young, +but her husband died in less than six years, leaving +her with three little girls. In 1883 she married Mr. +Henry Hungerford. He also is Irish, and his father's +place, Cahirmore, of about eleven thousand acres, lies +nearly twenty miles to the west of Bandon. "It may +interest you," she says, "to hear that my husband was +at the same school as Mr. Rider Haggard. I remember +when we were all much younger than we are now, the +two boys came over for their holidays to Cahirmore, +and one day in my old home 'Milleen' we all went +down to the kitchen to cast bullets. We little thought<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span> +then that the quiet, shy schoolboy, was destined to be +the author of 'King Solomon's Mines.'"</p> + +<p>Nothing less than a genius is Mrs. Hungerford at +gardening. Her dress protected by a pretty holland +apron, her hands encased in brown leather gloves, she +digs and delves. Followed by many children, each +armed with one of "mother's own" implements—for +she has her own little spade and hoe, and rake, and +trowel, and fork—she plants her own seeds, and pricks +her own seedlings, prunes, grafts, and watches with the +deepest eagerness to see them grow. In springtime, +her interest is alike divided between the opening buds +of her daffodils, and the breaking of the eggs of the +first little chickens, for she has a fine poultry yard too, +and is very successful in her management of it. She +is full of vitality, and is the pivot on which every +member of the house turns. Blessed with an adoring +husband, and healthy, handsome, obedient children, +who come to her for everything and tell her anything, +her life seems idyllic.</p> + +<p>"Now and then," she remarks laughing, "I really +have great difficulty in securing two quiet hours for +my work"; but everything is done in such method +and order, the writing included, there is little wonder +that so much is got through. It is a full, happy, +complete life. "I think," she adds, "my one great +dread and anxiety is a review. I never yet have +got over my terror of it, and as each one arrives, I +tremble and quake afresh ere reading."</p> + +<p>"April's Lady" is one of the author's lately published +works. It is in three volumes, and ran previously +as a serial in <i>Belgravia</i>. "Lady Patty," a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span> +society sketch drawn from life, had a most favourable +reception from the critics and public alike, but in her +last novel, very cleverly entitled "Nor Wife, Nor +Maid," Mrs. Hungerford is to be seen, or rather read, at +her best. This charming book, so full of pathos, so +replete with tenderness, ran into a second edition in +about ten days. In it the author has taken somewhat +of a departure from her usual lively style. Here she +has indeed given "sorrow words." The third volume +is so especially powerful and dramatic, that it keeps +the attention chained. The description indeed of poor +Mary's grief and despair are hardly to be outdone. +The plot contains a delicate situation, most delicately +worked out. Not a word or suspicion of a word jars +upon the reader. It is not however all gloom. There +is in it a second pair of lovers who help to lift the +clouds, and bring a smile to the lips of the reader.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Hungerford does not often leave her pretty +Irish home. What with her incessant literary work, +her manifold domestic occupations, and the cares of her +large family, she can seldom be induced to quit +what she calls, "an out and out country life," even +to pay visits to her English friends. Mr. Hungerford +unhesitatingly declares that everything in the house +seems wrong, and there is a howl of dismay from the +children when the presiding genius even suggests a +few days' leave of absence. Last year, however, she +determined to go over to London at the pressing +invitation of a friend, in order to make the acquaintance +of some of her distinguished brothers and sisters +of the pen, and she speaks of how thoroughly she +enjoyed that visit, with an eager delight. "Everyone<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span> +was so kind," she says, "so flattering, far, far too +flattering. They all seemed to have some pretty thing +to say to me. I have felt a little spoilt ever since. +However, I am going to try what a little more flattery +will do for me, so Mr. Hungerford and I hope to accept, +next Spring, a second invitation from the same friend, +who wants us to go to a large ball she is going to +give some time in May for some charitable institution—a +Cottage Hospital I believe; but come," she +adds, suddenly springing up, "we have spent quite +too much time over my stupid self. Come back to +the drawing-room and the chicks, I am sure they +must be wondering where we are, and the tea and the +cakes are growing cold."</p> + +<p>At this moment the door opens, and her husband, +gun in hand, with muddy boots and gaiters, nods to +you from the threshold; he says he dare not enter the +"den" in this state, and hurries up to change before +joining the tea table. "He is a great athlete," says his +wife, "good at cricket, football, and hockey, and equally +fond of shooting, fishing, and riding." That he is a +capital whip, you have already found out.</p> + +<p>In the morning you see from the library window a +flower garden and shrubbery, with rose trees galore, +and after breakfast a stroll round the place is proposed. +A brisk walk down the avenue first, and then back to +the beech trees standing on the lawn, which slopes +away from the house down to a river running at the +bottom of a deep valley, up the long gravelled walk +by the hall door, and you turn into a handsome walled +kitchen garden, where fruit trees abound—apple and +pear trees laden with fruit, a quarter of an acre of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span> +strawberry beds, and currant and raspberry bushes in +plenty.</p> + +<p>But time and tide, trains and steamers, wait for no +man, or woman either. A few hours later you regretfully +bid adieu to the charming little author, and +watch her until the bend of the road hides her from +your sight. Mr. Hungerford sees you through the +first stage of the journey, which is all accomplished +satisfactorily, and you reach home to find that whilst +you have been luxuriating in fresh sea and country air, +London has been wrapped in four days of gloom and +darkness.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="MATILDA_BETHAM-EDWARDS" id="MATILDA_BETHAM-EDWARDS"></a>MATILDA BETHAM-EDWARDS.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 50%;"> +<img src="images/img120.jpg" width="100%" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>A winding road from the top of the old-fashioned +High Street of Hastings leads to High Wickham, where, +on an elevation of some hundred feet above the level of +the main road on the East Hill stands a cottage, which +is the abode of a learned and accomplished author, +Miss Betham-Edwards. The quaint little "Villa Julia," +as she has named it after a friend, is the first of a +terrace of picturesque and irregularly-built houses. +A tortuous path winds up the steep ascent, and on +reaching the summit, one of the finest views in +Southern England is obtained.</p> + +<p>The vast panorama embraces sea, woodland, streets, +and roads, the umbrageous Old London coach-road, +above, the grassy slopes reaching to the West and +Castle hills. Far beyond may be seen the crumbling +ruins of the Conqueror's stronghold (alas! this historic +spot is now defaced by an odiously vulgar and disfiguring +"lift!"), and further still, the noble headland of +Beachy Head and broad expanse of sea, on which the +rays of sunshine glitter brightly. Between the East +and West hills, a green environment, lies nestled the +town, with its fine old churches of All Saints' and +St. Clement's. On a clear day, such as the present, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span>no view can be more exhilarating, and the ridge on +which Miss Betham-Edwards's cottage stands is lifted +high above the noise of the road below. Behind +stretch the gorse-covered downs leading to Fairlight, +from whence may be seen the coast of France, forty +miles off, as the crow flies. Close under the author's +windows are hawthorn trees made merry by robins +all through the winter, and at the back of the house +may be heard the cuckoo, the thrush, and the blackbird, +as in the heart of the country. Truly, it is +a unique spot, inviting to repose and inspiring cheerfulness +of mind.</p> + +<p>The interior of the Villa Julia is in thorough keeping +with the exterior. The little study which commands +this glorious view is upstairs. It is a charming room, +simplicity itself, yet gives evidence of taste and culture. +There is nothing here to offend the eye, and no suggestion +of the art-decorator, but it is all just an expression +of its occupant's taste and character. "I have a +fancy," says Miss Betham-Edwards, "to have different +shades of gold-colour running through everything. It +is an effective background for the pictures and pottery"; +accordingly, the handsome Morocco carpet, bought by +herself in the Bazaar at Algiers, is of warm hue. +The furniture and wall-paper have the prevailing +delicate tints; an arched recess on each side of the +fireplace displays lovely specimens of brilliant pottery +from Athens and Constantinople, with many shelves +below, filled with volumes in various foreign languages. +On the mantelshelf stand statuettes of Goethe and +Schiller, remembrances of Weimar; the walls are hung +with water-colour sketches by Mdme. Bodichen and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span> +many French artists. Long low dwarf bookcases fill +two sides of the room, the top shelves of which are +lavishly adorned with more pottery from Germany, +Italy, Spain, and Switzerland, the whole collected +by the author on her foreign travels. Her choice +little library contains first and foremost the great +books of the world, and, besides these, a representative +selection of modern literature. "It is in a small compass," +she remarks, "but I keep it for myself, eliminating +and giving away useless volumes which creep +in." On a neatly arranged writing table stand a +stationery-case and a French schoolboy's desk, which +is rather an ornamental contrivance of <i>papier-maché</i>. +"I invariably use it," says Miss Edwards, "it is a +most convenient thing, and has such a good slope. +When one is worn out I buy another. I do not +like things about me when I write; I keep a clear +table, and MSS. in the next room. I rise early, and +work for five hours every morning absolutely undisturbed: +my maid does not even bring me a telegram."</p> + +<p>From the window just below on the left can be seen +the house of one of Miss Betham-Edwards's <i>confrères</i>, +Mr. Coventry Patmore, the poet. A little further on +is the picturesque villa which Dr. Elizabeth Blackwell +(the first woman doctor) inhabits. "As remarkable +and good a woman as ever lived," she adds. "I +do not go much into society, for I find the winter is +the best time for writing. I lead a completely retired +literary life, but I have a few kindred spirits around +me, and I occasionally hold little receptions when we +all meet."</p> + +<p>In person Miss Betham-Edwards is about the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span> +medium height, middle-aged, and slender in figure. +She is fair in complexion; has hazel eyes, and a mass +of thick, dark hair, grey over the temples, and worn in +a twist at the back, the ends dispersed neatly round a +small and compact head. She is wearing black for the +present, being in mourning, but is fond of warm, +cheerful colours for habitual use. "But, indeed," she +says, smiling, "I have not much time to think of dress, +and I was greatly amused by the remark of a former +old landlady who, anxious that I should look my best +at some social gathering, remarked austerely to me, +'Really, Madam, you do not dress according to your +talents!' Upon which I replied 'My good woman, if +all folks dressed according to their talents, two-thirds, +I fear, would go but scantily clothed.'"</p> + +<p>Matilda Barbara Betham-Edwards is a countrywoman +of Crabbe, R. Bloomfield, Constable, Gainsborough, +and Arthur Young. She was born at +Westerfield, Suffolk, and in the fine old Elizabethan +Manor House of Westerfield, Ipswich, her childhood +and girlhood were spent. There was literature in +her family on the maternal side, three Bethams +having honourably distinguished themselves, viz., her +grandfather, the Rev. W. Betham, the compiler of the +"Genealogical Tables of the Sovereigns of the World"; +her uncle, Sir W. Betham, Ulster King of Arms, the +learned and ingenious author of "Etruria Celtica," +"The Gael and the Cymri," etc.; and lastly, her aunt +and godmother, Matilda Betham, the author of "A +Biographical Dictionary of Celebrated Women," and +other works, and the intimate friend of Charles and +Mary Lamb, Southey, and Coleridge.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span></p> + +<p>From the paternal side Miss Betham-Edwards inherited +whatever mother-wit and humour she displays; +her father, for whose memory she entertains the +deepest affection, was like Arthur Young, an agriculturist, +and possessed a genuine vein of native +humour. Left motherless at a very early age, she +may be called self-educated, her teachers being plenty +of the best books, and with her first story-book arose +the desire and fixed intention to become herself a +story-teller.</p> + +<p>In these early days among the cowslip meadows +and bean fields of Westerfield, books were the young +girl's constant companions, although she had the +happiness of having brothers and sisters. By the time +she was twelve, she had read through Shakespeare, +Walter Scott, "Don Quixote," "The Spectator," "The +Arabian Nights," Johnson's "Lives of the Poets"; +then, <i>inter alia</i>, Milton was an early favourite. As +she grew up, the young student held aloof from the +dances and other amusements of her sisters, writing, +whilst yet in her teens, her first published romance, +"The White House by the Sea," a little story which +has had a long life, for it has lately been re-issued and +numerous "picture-board" editions have appeared. +Amongst new editions, cheaper and revised, are those +of "Disarmed," "The Parting of the Ways," and +"Pearls." By request, some penny stories will shortly +appear from her pen. "John and I" and "Dr. Jacob" +were the result of residences in Germany, the former +giving a picture of South German life, and dates from +this period, and the latter being founded on fact.</p> + +<p>"On arriving at Frankfort," says Miss Betham-<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span>Edwards, +"to spend some time in an Anglo-German +family, my host (the Dr. Paulus of 'Dr. Jacob'), almost +the first thing, asked of me, 'Have you heard the story +of Dr. J—— which has just scandalized this town?' +He then narrated in vivid language the strange career +which forms the <i>motif</i> of the work." That novel +too has had a long existence. It was re-issued +again lately, the first edition having appeared many +years ago. The personages were mostly taken from +life, "a fact I may aver now," she says, "most, +alas! having vanished from the earthly stage." On +the breaking up of her Suffolk home, the author +travelled in France, Spain, and Algeria with the late +Madame Bodichen—the philanthropist, and friend of +Cobden, George Eliot, Dante Rossetti, Dr. Elizabeth +Blackwell, and Herbert Spencer—herself a charming +artist, and writer of no mean power, but best known, +perhaps, as the co-foundress with Miss Emily Davis +of Girton College. "To the husband of this noble +woman," she continues, "I acknowledge myself hardly +less indebted, for to Dr. Bodichen I owe my keen +interest in France and French history, past and +present, and I may say, indirectly, my vast circle +of French friends and acquaintances, the result +of which has been several works on French rural +life, and the greatest happiness and interest to myself."</p> + +<p>"Kitty," which was first published in 1870 in +three volumes, later on, in one volume, and which is, +perhaps, the most popular of Miss Betham-Edwards's +stories, belongs to this period. In Bishop Thirlwall's +"Letters to a Friend" occurs the following from the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span> +late Lord Houghton: "'Kitty' is the best novel I +have ever read."</p> + +<p>A compliment the author valued hardly less came +from a very different quarter. Messrs Moody and +Sankey, the American revivalists, wrote to her, and +asked if she could not write for their organ a story +on the lines of "Kitty," but with a distinctly Evangelical +bias. The request was regretfully refused. +Each character in this original and delightful book +is drawn to perfection and sustained to the end, which +comes all too soon. The genuine novel-lover, indeed, +feels somewhat cheated, for did not the author almost +promise in the last page a sequel? A new edition +has just been published.</p> + +<p>"Kitty" was followed by the "Sylvestres," which +first ran through <i>Good Words</i> as a serial. Socialistic +ideas were not so much in evidence then as now, and +many subscribers to this excellent family journal gave +it up, frightened by views which are at the present +moment common property. No story, nevertheless, has +brought Miss Betham-Edwards more flattering testimony +than this; especially grateful letters from +working men pleased a writer whose own views, +political, social, and theological, have ever been with +the party of progress. The books already mentioned +are, without doubt, her most important novels, though +some simple domestic stories, "Bridget" for instance, +"Lisabee's Love Story," "The Wild Flower of Ravenswood," +"Felicia," and "Brother Gabriel," are generally +liked; whilst in America several later works, "Disarmed," +and particularly the two German Idylls, +"Exchange no Robbery" and "Love and Mirage"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span> +(which last novel originally appeared as a serial in +<i>Harper's Weekly Magazine</i> in America), have found +much favour. Of this novel, indeed, Miss Betham-Edwards +received a gratifying compliment from Mr. +John Morley, who wrote to her, saying: "'Love and +Mirage' is very graceful, pretty, interesting, and +pathetic. I have read it with real pleasure." It has +twice been translated into German. Of later years +many editions have been reproduced in one volume +form. Another American favourite is the French +idyllic story, "Half-Way," now re-issued in one volume.</p> + +<p>In 1891 Miss Betham-Edwards received a signal +honour at the hands of the French Government, viz., +the last dignity of "<i>Officier de l'Instruction Publique +de France</i>." She is the only English woman who +enjoys this distinction, given as a recognition of her +numerous studies of rural France. Her last and most +important work in this field is in one volume, "France +of To-day," written by request and published simultaneously +in London, Leipzig, and New York. In +fiction her most recent contributions are "The Romance +of a French Parsonage" in two volumes, "Two Aunts +and a Nephew" in one volume, and a collection of +stories, entitled "A Dream of Millions." Of this the +late lamented Amelia B. Edwards wrote to her cousin: +"It is worthy of Balzac."</p> + +<p>Miss Betham-Edwards has devoted herself entirely +to literature, and is an excellent linguist. "I have +been again and again entreated," she says, "to take +part in philanthropy, public work, to accept a place on +the School Board, etc., but have stoutly resisted. A +worthy following of literature implies nothing less than<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span> +the devotion of a life-time. Literary laziness and +literary 'Liebig,' <i>i.e.</i>, second-hand knowledge or cramming, +I have ever held in disesteem. If I want to read +a book I master the language in which it is written. +If I want to understand a subject I do not go to a +review or a cyclopædia for a digest, but to the longest, +completest, most comprehensive work to be had thereon. +In odd moments I have attained sufficient Latin and +Greek to enjoy Tacitus and Plato in the original. +French, German, Spanish, and Italian I consider the +necessary, I should say the obligatory, equipments of +a literary calling. It seems to me that an ordinarily +long life admits of reading the choicest works of the +chief European literatures in the original, and how +much do they lose in translation!"</p> + +<p>An early afternoon tea is served in the snug little +dining-room below, in which stands a magnificent inlaid +Spanish oak chest, occupying nearly the whole side of +the wall. This is a treasure heirloom, and is dated 1626, +the time of Charles I.'s accession to the throne. Two +quaint old prints of Ipswich and Bury St. Edmunds are +also old family relics. On the table is a German bowl +from Ilmennau—Goethe's favourite resort—filled with +lovely purple and white anemones, which have just +arrived from Cannes, and in other little foreign vases are +early primroses and violets, for Hastings has enjoyed a +long continuance of bright sunshine and mild weather. +Whilst at tea, the conversation turns on music, celebrated +people whom your hostess has met, and many +social subjects. Miss Betham-Edwards says, "Music +has ever been one of my recreations, the piano being a +friend, a necessity of existence, but, of course, a busy<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span> +author has not much time for pianoforte playing. <i>Vidi +tantum!</i> I have known and heard the great Liszt. +I have also spent a week under the same roof as George +Eliot and G. H. Lewes. I have watched the great +French artist, Daubigny, paint a flotilla of fishing boats +from a window at Hastings. I have heard Gambetta +deliver an oration, Victor Hugo read a speech, the +grandson of Goethe talk of <i>den Grossvater</i> in the great +poet's house at Weimar. Browning, too, I used to meet +at George Eliot's and Lord Houghton's breakfast +parties. Tourgenieff, Herbert Spencer, and how many +other distinguished men I have met! It is such +recollections as these that brace one up to do, or strive +to do, one's best, to contribute one's mite to the golden +store-house of our national literature, with no thought +of money or fame!"</p> + +<p>Miss Betham-Edwards is a first cousin of the late +Miss Amelia Blandford Edwards, the distinguished +Egyptologist, and author of "Barbara's History," etc. +The author of "Kitty" is a Nonconformist, and holds +advanced opinions. She is an ardent disciple of +Herbert Spencer, a keen antagonist of vivisection, and +has written on the subject, the only social topic, indeed, +which ever occupies her pen. She divides her time +between her cottage residence on the hills above +Hastings and her beloved France, where she has as +many dear friends as in England. Of her own works, +the author's favourite characters are the humorous +ones. The Rev. Dr. Bacchus in "Next of Kin," Anne +Brindle in "Half-way," Polly Cornford in "Kitty" +("Where on earth," Lord Houghton asked her, "did +you get the original of that delightful woman!"), and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span> +Fräulein Fink in "Dr. Jacob," a study from life. As +works of imagination, perhaps "Love and Mirage" and +"Forestalled" are, in her estimation, the best. "The +Parting of the Ways," "For One and the World," are +also among a long list of Miss Betham-Edwards's works. +She has written a great many short stories, whilst four +charming volumes of travel must not be omitted; they +are entitled "The Roof of France," "A Winter with the +Swallows," "Through Spain to the Sahara," and "Holidays +in Eastern France." These journeys are all +described with much brightness, reality, and graphic +word-painting, and betoken so thorough a knowledge +of the scenes and people that they form most pleasant +and instructive reading. Many of the works above +mentioned have been translated into French—"Kitty" +has just gone into its second edition in that language—German, +and Norwegian, and all are published in +Tauchnitz.</p> + +<p>"I am always glad," remarks the author, "to hear of +cheap editions. I should like to see good books brought +out at a penny. I have had various publishers, and +never quarrelled with any of them. I know Mr. George +Bentley well. He is a man of great literary culture, +and is always kindness itself to me. The late Mr. +Blackett, too, was a great friend." Miss Betham-Edwards +holds such decided and sensible views on one +of the great questions of the day that they shall be +given in her own words. "I consider," she says emphatically, +"cremation to be an absolute duty towards +those to come, and support it on hygienic and rationalistic +grounds. Each individual should do his or her +best to promote it."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span></p> + +<p>The conversation of this sympathetic and intellectual +woman is so fascinating that you are loath to leave +without hearing somewhat of her own principal +reading. Expressing the wish to her, she smiles +pleasantly, and says: "My favourite English novels +are 'Villette' and 'The Scarlet Letter,' both perfect to +my thinking, and consummate as stories and works of +art. In German, my favourite novelist is Paul Heyse. +George Sand I regard as the greatest novelist of the +age. George Eliot's sombre realism repels me, whilst I +fully admit her enormous power. 'Don Quixote' in +Spanish, with some other favourite works, I read over +and over again, Lessing's 'Nathan the Wise,' Schiller's +'Æsthetic Letters,' these, and some of Goethe's smaller +works I re-read regularly every year; they are +necessary mental pabulum. Spinoza is also a favourite, +second only to Plato. Of contemporary writers, Spencer, +Harrison, Morley, and Renan stand first in my opinion; +whilst of the living novelists I can only say that I +endeavour to appreciate all. For the stories of the late +Mrs. Ewing I entertain the highest admiration; also I +delight in the graceful author of 'The Atelier du Lys.' +Tolstoi, Ibsen, Zola, and that school, I find repulsive in +the extreme. Imaginative literature should, above all +things, delight. With the sadness inherent in life +should be mingled a hopeful note, a touch of poetry, a +glimpse of the beautiful and of the ideal."</p> + +<p>Miss Betham-Edwards has one faithful and cherished +companion, who always accompanies her in her walks, +and who sits quietly beside her when she writes. This +is a white Pomeranian dog, very intelligent and +affectionate, who will certainly never be lost while he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span> +wears his present "necklace," bearing the following +inscription:—</p> + +<p class="poem"> +My name is Muff,<br /> +That's short enough;<br /> +My home's Villa Julia,<br /> +That's slightly peculiar;<br /> +On the east side you'll find it,<br /> +With Fairlight behind it;<br /> +My missus is a poet,<br /> +By this you should know it.<br /> +</p> + +<p>Ere the train leaves there is a good hour to spare; so, +taking leave of the gifted author, you employ the +time in sauntering about the town, and first go to see +the fine church of St. Mary Star-of-the-Sea, founded by +Mr. Coventry Patmore; also some ancient buildings of +quaint architecture, in which the notorious Titus Oates +is said to have lived. The Albert Memorial is the +most prominent object in the town, occupying a central +position at the junction of six roads, and close by +are the renowned Breach's oyster rooms, where the +temptation to taste the Whitstable bivalve in the fresh +white-tiled shop is not to be resisted; but whilst there +the great clock on the Memorial warns you to be up +and away. There is much food for meditation on the +return journey to town; and on reflecting over all that +Miss Betham-Edwards has learnt and achieved, the +poet's lines involuntarily suggest themselves:</p> + +<p class="poem"> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">"And still the wonder grew,</span><br /> +That one small head should carry all 'she' knew."<br /> +</p> + + + + + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="EDNA_LYALL" id="EDNA_LYALL"></a>EDNA LYALL.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 50%;"> +<img src="images/img133.jpg" width="100%" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>To the befogged Londoner there is perhaps no greater +treat than to escape for forty-eight hours to the seaside +even in the depths of winter, and whilst spinning +along by the London, Brighton, and South Coast express, +there is a pleasurable sense of excitement in the feeling +that you are going to breathe the fresh sea air +of Eastbourne untainted by smuts and smoke. "The +Empress of watering-places," as a well-known journalist +has named it, is now seen in its best aspect. +It presents quite a different phase in August and +September, when the residents, almost to a man, +desert the town, having previously with great prudence +let their houses at a high figure, and the place +is given over to the holiday-makers, nigger minstrels, +braying bands, and itinerant beach preachers. Now +its genial, pleasant society is in full swing, and +merry golf parties are the order of the day. Few +places have increased with more rapid growth during +the last fifteen or twenty years, or become more +popular as a residence than Eastbourne, partly owing +to the excellent train service, partly to the well-organised +supervision over every detail in the whole +town, and again probably more to the bright, healthy<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span> +atmosphere, which registers three hundred days of +sunshine as against sixty-nine in London.</p> + +<p>In one of the prettiest roads in this pleasant seaside +town stands—a little way back from the red-and-black +tiled pavement—a large brown creeper-covered +house with red tiled roof built in the Gothic +style of architecture. Though it has only been +constructed during late years, the gables and points +give it an old-fashioned and picturesque look, but +beauty and variety of style are studied at Eastbourne, +and each house is apparently designed with a view +to artistic effect. College Road is bordered on either +side by Sussex elms. The approach is by gates +right and left which open into a garden filled with +shrubs. On seeking admittance you are taken up +to a bright, cheerful room which faces the west, and +has all the outward and visible signs of being +devoted to literary and artistic pursuits. As the +young author, Edna Lyall, rises from the typewriter +in the corner opposite the door, with kindly +greeting, you are at once struck with her extremely +youthful appearance. She is about the medium +height, pale in complexion, with dark hair rolled +back from a broad forehead which betokens a +strongly intellectual and logical cast of mind. She +has well-defined, arched eyebrows, and very dark +blue eyes, which light up softly as she speaks. Her +manner is gentle and sympathetic, and her voice is +sweet in tone. She wears a simply-made gown of +olive-green material, relieved with embroidery of +a lighter colour.</p> + +<p>The room seems exactly what one would expect<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span> +on only looking at her. It is the room of a student +who prefers books to society, and every part of it +bears evidence of the simplicity, refinement, and +quiet comfort of her tastes. It is square and low, +with a broad cottage window, commanding a lovely +view over the Downs, which have somewhat of an +Alpine look, the high hills in the distance, and the +furthermost broad belt of trees in the grounds of +Compton Place are tipped with snow, as also are +those in the foreground, belonging to some private +gardens. The whole scene, now flooded in sunshine, +is a constant delight to Edna Lyall, who says +that she "rejoices in the knowledge that it can +never be built out." Over the window hangs a +wrought-iron scroll-work fern basket, which looks +like Italian manufacture, but is in reality made by +the boys of St. John's, Bethnal Green Industry, +developed by Miss Bromby. Under this is a broad, +low shelf, covered with terra-cotta cloth, which is +the repository of many little treasures. The floor +is covered with Indian matting, strewn about with +a few brightly-coloured Indian and Persian rugs; +and in the centre is a comfortable couch with a +guitar lying on it. The pretty American walnut-wood +writing-table against the wall on the right +has a raised desk and little cupboards with glass +doors, which reveal many good bits of china. On the +further side is a handsome revolving table filled with +books, and in the corner stands an old grandfather +clock of the seventeenth century. There is a neat +arrangement for hiding manuscripts out of sight, a +tall piece of furniture with little narrow drawers, also<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span> +a piano opposite, and a variety of quaintly-shaped +chairs; but the feature of the room is a large ornamental +book-case on the left, filled with a hundred +or so of standard volumes. On the mantelshelf, +amongst odds and ends of china, stand some favourite +portraits, and the author particularly calls +attention to a photograph of her great friend, Mrs. +Mary Davies, whom she describes as "a woman of +most beautiful character." Another is of Captain +Burges, R.N., who was killed at Camperdowne, a +third is a platinotype head of George Macdonald, +a fourth is of Frederick Denison Maurice, the theologian, +the others represent some of her principal +heroes, Sir Walter Scott, Algernon Sydney, John +Hampden, and Mr. Gladstone. There are many +good pictures on the walls, a few pretty landscapes +in water-colours, a fine photograph of Sant's "Soul's +Awakening," and an Irish trout stream in oils; two +are especially attractive, the large and beautifully-executed +photograph over the fireplace of Hoffman's +"The Child Christ in the Temple," and "The Grotto +of Posilipo," the grotto described by Edna Lyall in +her novel, "The Knight Errant."</p> + +<p>Ada Ellen Bayly (Edna Lyall) was born and +educated at Brighton. Her father, Mr. Robert Bayly, +barrister-at-law, of the Inner Temple, died when she +was eleven, and three years later she lost her mother. +Always a thoughtful, studious child, at the age of +ten she had already written some short stories, which +were read and thought promising by her parents, +who, however, wisely made her understand that +story-writing must stand second to her own training.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span> +From that time forward she was always preparing +for her future profession. After losing both her +parents the young girl made her home with a sister, +who had married Canon Crowfoot, of Lincoln. It +was shortly after leaving school that she wrote her +first book, "Won by Waiting," a story of home +life in France and England. It is a charming story, +simple in sketch and style, with some clever bits of +character-painting, in which, as her later books show, +she excels.</p> + +<p>There is a peculiar interest in her second novel, +"Donovan." This work was written at intervals +during three years. "When beginning it," says the +young author, "I had very little notion of what I +had undertaken. Sometimes I wrote easily; sometimes +I was at a standstill." But the reason is +easily explained. It was about that time that she +began to experience a great mental conflict. Profoundly +religious by nature, she entered deeply into +the theological questions of the day, and though the +struggle was deep and painful, she never rested +until her mind was satisfied. "No one can regret," +says Edna Lyall, "having been forced to face the +problems which 'Donovan' had to face, and I am +very thankful to have had that struggle. I wished +to draw the picture of a perfectly isolated man and +his gradual awakening. He had, of course, to begin +by professing himself an atheist and a misanthrope; +but very soon he begins to love a child, then a dog, +then a woman. By these means he comes to realize +his selfishness, and to detest it; he begins to love +humanity, to pity and help his worst enemy, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span> +finally to 'love the highest' when he sees it. Someone +made me laugh the other day by saying that +'it was stated on the best authority that Edna +Lyall had cried most bitterly at the thought of +having written "Donovan" and "We Two," and +would give anything to recall them.' I can only tell +you that all that makes life worth living came to +me through writing those books. So much for +gossip! The struggle is one which we have each +to go through. We must think it all out for ourselves," +she goes on to say softly, whilst a bright, +glad smile illumines her face; for light and peace +have come to her, and she describes herself as having +surmounted the storm, and achieved the haven of +rest and happiness in her belief. "Won by Waiting" +and "Donovan" had, according to the author, "fallen +flat."</p> + +<p>In 1884 she introduced "We Two" to the world. +This book, which is a distinct story, is yet in a sense +a continuation of the former, and was the outcome +of all that she had lived through in the preceding +years. It was so well reviewed in all the leading +journals, and became so much talked about, that +people began to ask for "Donovan" so extensively, +that it took a new lease of life, and was soon as +popular as or more so than its sequel. These two +works were brought out by Messrs. Hurst and +Blackett.</p> + +<p>In September, 1884, Edna Lyall came to Eastbourne, +and established herself with her sister, Mrs. +Jameson, whose husband, the Rev. Hampden Jameson, +is attached to the handsome church, St. Saviour's,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span> +standing close by, and she is herself a member of +the congregation. Soon after her arrival a new book +was begun; this is a historical novel, and the author +gives an interesting account of the facts which suggested +the work. "Shortly after I had finished 'We +Two,'" she says, "I happened to visit an uncle and +aunt of mine, whose charming old house in Suffolk—Badmondisfield +Hall—was connected with some of the +happiest days of my very happy childhood. The place +had always been an ideal place for dream stories and +old-world plays. I knew every nook of the quaint old +hall and garden and park, and now the spell laid hold +of me again, and the characters of Hugo and Randolph, +with whom I had had such delightful imaginary +games in old days, started into life once more. One +morning, pacing to and fro beside the bowling-green +between the house and the moat, the thought flashed +into my mind that the time of the Rye House plot +would best develop the character of my hero—a naturally +yielding and submissive boy, whose will was held +in bondage by the stronger will of his elder brother. +Little by little the outline of the story shaped itself in +my mind. Every history of England to be found in +the ancient bookcases was pulled down, old papers +relating to the old house and its owners looked +through, old pictures studied, and the possibility of +Hugo's escapade in the musician's gallery at the end of +the dining-hall tested by an inch tape and elaborate +calculations."</p> + +<p>On leaving Suffolk, Edna Lyall went up to London +to study the reign of Charles II in the reading-room of +the British Museum. The story was published in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span> +1885 under the title of "In the Golden Days"—"a +title which," she says, "some people fancied I had +meant seriously, but which, of course, referred to the +first line of the 'Vicar of Bray.'" In this work are +undoubtedly some of the finest characters of Edna +Lyall's creation. The chapter headed "The Seventh +of December" contains a most touching account of the +patriot Algernon Sydney's death. Whilst still engaged +on this book the author spent many weeks yachting +in the Mediterranean, and during one visit to Naples +and its neighbourhood used some of the experience she +had gained during former visits to Italy to begin and +think out the plot of "Knight-Errant." "The motive +of that book," she remarks, "is, I think, so distinctly +expressed that I need not say much about it. The +motto I chose for the title-page shows that in its +central idea—reconciliation—it is the completion of +'Donovan' and 'We Two,' though, naturally, as a +story of stage life, it is quite unlike them in plot and +surroundings. I dislike 'novels with a purpose' as +much as any one," she adds, "but at the same time it +seems to me that each book must have its particular +<i>motive</i>."</p> + +<p>"Knight-Errant" is a book of thrilling adventure +and absorbing interest; the account of the attack on +the hero, Carlo, in the Grotto of Posilipo, is so powerfully +drawn that it keeps the reader in breathless +suspense. Norway, too, is one of her favourite haunts, +and in the land of the mountain and the fjord she is +quite at home. Intensely fond of nature, she has +depicted, in her latest three-volume novel (Hurst and +Blackett), "A Hardy Norseman," in most realistic lan<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span>guage, +the exquisite scenery that she witnessed during +some of her long, solitary carriole drives. She spent +many very happy days with her friends, Presten Kielland +(brother of the well-known Norwegian author, +Alexander Kielland) and his charming wife and +children. "He and his eldest daughter," says the +young author, "are excellent English scholars, and +I owe to them an introduction to Norwegian life +which as a mere tourist I could never have gained."</p> + +<p>None who read Edna Lyall's books can fail to be +struck by her tender and vivid word-painting of +animals (the faithful dog, "Waif," is familiar to all) +and of little children, but here she can draw from the +life, as there are eight little nephews and nieces downstairs +whom she adores, and with whom she is a great +favourite.</p> + +<p>But the mid-day sun is high in the heavens, and +your hostess proposes to take you for a stroll round +the grand extension parade below the Wish Tower, +and as you walk she beguiles the time with pleasant +conversation on personal incidents. Referring to +a little sketch published in the form of a shilling +book by Messrs. Longmans in 1887, called the "Autobiography +of a Slander," "Ah!" she says smiling, +"that <i>was</i> written 'with a purpose,' and was suggested +by a very disagreeable incident. On returning from +one of our delightful Norwegian tours, I was greeted +on every side by a persistent report that had been set +afloat to the effect that I was in a lunatic asylum! +We found out at this time that an impostor had been +going about announcing that she was 'Edna Lyall,' +and that in Ceylon, and during her voyage home, she<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span> +had deceived many people. The only possible explanation +of the lunatic asylum slander seems to be that +this woman was in reality mad. But the episode was +decidedly unpleasant, and set me thinking on the birth +and growth of such monstrously untrue reports. During +the autumn of 1886 I wrote the little story, taking +different types of gossip for each stage in the Slander's +growth and baleful power—the gossip of small dull +towns, of country life, of cathedral precincts, of London +clubs, and the gossip of members of my own profession +in search of 'copy.'"</p> + +<p>By this time you have reached a spot called by the +inhabitants Mentone. The broad tiled walk is sheltered +by the great cliff, behind which is a steep +embankment prettily planted with shrubs, and traversed +here and there by steep little zigzag paths running +upwards to the heights, whilst before you rises +the grand outline of Beachy Head. The sky is brilliantly +blue as far as eye can reach all around. The +sun (which you had not seen in town for six weeks) is +shining brightly, casting its radiance on the calm sea, +the little wavelets are gently breaking over the pebbles +below, and the fresh, pure air is most exhilarating. A +few invalids in bath chairs are being drawn slowly +along, and all the beauty and fashion of Eastbourne are +out enjoying a sun-bath. Amongst the <i>habitués</i> you +recognize many well-known faces. That tall, graceful, +Madonna-like woman, with her fair young daughter, +surrounded by a group of friends, is Mrs. Royston-Pigott, +widow of the eminent scientist. The handsome +soldierly man with the benevolent face is General +Buchanan, of cavalry renown, and close to him strolls<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span> +his youngest daughter, radiant in the beauty of youth. +Edna Lyall observes that Mr. Balfour is occasionally +to be seen on the links enjoying a game of golf. +Everyone seems revelling in the warmth of this +January sunshine, but time presses, and you may +not linger. If aught could compensate for turning +away from such a scene, it is the charm of your +hostess's conversation, as she walks with you and +speaks of her favourite poets—Tennyson, Mrs. Browning, +and Whittier, whilst she declares her favourite +characters in prose fiction are "Jeanie Deans" and +Thackeray's "Esmond." Asking her which are her +special pets in her own books, she says laughing, "As +Anthony Trollope said when asked a similar question, +'I like them all,' but perhaps Carlo the best, so far. +You asked me just now, when we were interrupted, +how my books succeeded. 'Won by Waiting' had a +very small sale. It was favourably reviewed in several +papers, and cut into mincemeat by a very clever +weekly journal, so wittily, that even a youthful author +could only laugh! Then it 'joined the majority.' +'Donovan,' in spite of many excellent reviews, shared +the same fate; only 320 copies sold, then he, too, sank +into oblivion temporarily. It was a hard time, and I +could not resist weaving some of my memories of +those literary struggles into my latest story—a little +sketch called 'Derrick Vaughan, Novelist,' published +first in <i>Murray's Magazine</i>, later, in one volume form, +by Methuen. Since May, 1889, I have been unable to +write at all, owing to my long attack of rheumatism +and fever, but now that I am growing strong, I hope +to set to work again"; and as you bid adieu to this<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span> +gifted and interesting woman, you heartily re-echo the +wish.</p> + +<p><i>Sic transit gloria mundi.</i> A couple of hours later +the train has borne you swiftly from the glorious sunlight +and sea into the persistent gloom and obscurity +of London. The speed slackens, you glide into the +station, your brief holiday is at an end.</p> + + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="ROSA_NOUCHETTE_CAREY" id="ROSA_NOUCHETTE_CAREY"></a>ROSA NOUCHETTE CAREY.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 50%;"> +<img src="images/img145.jpg" width="100%" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + + +<p>Although a sad change has come over the ancient and +historic village of Putney, and it has lost much of its +quaint and picturesque environment since the destruction +of the toll-house and the dear old bridge of 1729, +with its score of narrow openings—at once the delight +of artists and the curse of bargees—there is still a bit +left which has escaped the hands of the Philistines. +Unique and fair is the view from the magnificent, +though aggressively modern, granite structure which +now spans the river; and how many memories of the +past are aroused! The grey old church of St. Mary's, +Putney, and the massive tower of All Saints, Fulham, +flank either end. This latter edifice, originally built as +a chapel of ease to Wimbledon, is of great antiquity, +and has been twice rebuilt, once in the reign of Henry +VII. and again in 1836, when the grand old tower, +which gives such a prominent feature to the landscape, +was restored. On one side is the fine terrace of lofty +houses known as The Cedars, with their wide breezy +gardens overlooking the river, so short a time since the +scene of many pleasant garden parties, when a well-known +and popular author occupied one of these houses. +Now, alas! they are all empty and deserted; cranes<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span> +and stones and heaps of rubbish have transformed their +time-honoured lawns into desolation. No scheme of +utilization seems to suggest itself, and meanwhile the +noble site is unused, and these handsome tenements +are rapidly solving the question, and, abandoned to all +the ravages of time, are dropping into obtrusive decay. +On the other side of the bridge there is a glimpse of +the shady grounds of Fulham Palace, the leafy foliage +of the Bishop's Moat and Avenue, and a view of a +lovely line of trees on the shore skirting the grounds of +old Ranelagh—now given up to the building fiend—and +Hurlingham, while the broad silvery river itself, +and its slow-moving barges and boats with brown and +red sails, give life and colouring to the scene. At +night, when the lights only of unlovely Hammersmith +are gleaming across the water, the effect is decidedly +picturesque.</p> + +<p>In a second the mind involuntarily travels back a +few centuries, and pictures to itself the appearance +of this same spot when the army under Cromwell +made it their head quarters, while the King was a +prisoner in Hampton Court; when forts were standing +on each side, and a bridge of boats was constructed +across the river, by order of the Earl of Essex, during +the Civil War, on the retreat of the Royalists after the +battle of Brentford. But the imaginary panorama +fades, and your thoughts return to the present age as +you drive a few hundred yards further on, and reach +the top of a long terrace of small but artistically built +red-brick Elizabethan houses, where in one which is +semi-detached, the well-known writer, Miss Rosa +Nouchette Carey, has made her home with her eldest<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span> +widowed sister and her family. The author meets +you at the threshold of her study at the top of the +staircase, and takes you into what she calls her +"snuggery," a simple, but tastefully furnished room, +looking out into a large garden, where birds of all sorts +are encouraged to come; a thrush sings melodiously, +and is among many singing birds a daily visitor. An +oak knee-hole writing-table, with raised blotting-pad, +stands in the corner by the window, and on it is a +vase full of bright scarlet geraniums and ferns. Everything +is arranged with great neatness, and each spot +seems to have its use. Little and big lounging chairs, a +low spring couch, one or two small tables, a bookcase +filled with well-bound books, and a cabinet covered +with photographs and pretty little odds and ends of +china, all combine to make a cheerful, comfortable, and +attractive whole. A cage is on the floor, and perched +on the top is a beautiful cockateel, or Australian Joey +bird, of the parrot type, with grey top-knot, yellow +tuft and pink feathers on the sides of the head, which +give it the odd appearance of a fine healthy colour on +the cheeks. This intelligent bird is a great pet of your +hostess, and walks up and downstairs in answer to her +call.</p> + +<p>Miss Rosa Nouchette Carey is tall, slender, and erect +in carriage. She has large blue-grey eyes with long +lashes, and her soft dark hair, in which a silver thread +may be seen here and there, is parted smoothly over +her brow, and plaited neatly round her head. She +wears a black dress with brocaded velvet sleeves, and +is cordial and peculiarly gentle in manner.</p> + +<p>"We have lived here six years," she says, in a low,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span> +tuneful voice; "but Putney is getting quite spoilt. +They have pulled down and built over the grand old +Jacobin House, which stood close by in the Richmond +Road, with its seven drawing-rooms, subterranean +passages, and lovely gardens which were a joy to us, +also Fairfax House, with its pleasant garden and its +fine old trees."</p> + +<p>There are other, not a few, historical recollections of +Putney. Queen Elizabeth used often to stay at the +house of Mr. Lacy, the clothier, who also entertained +Charles I. It was the birthplace of Edward Gibbon, +author of "The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire"; +of Thomas Cromwell, who was made Earl of Essex by +Henry VIII.; and of Nicholas West, Bishop of Ely, +who originally erected the small chantry chapel in the +old church near the bridge; but though this has been +removed from the east end of the south aisle to the +east end of the north side, the old style has been +carefully preserved. Many eminent people have lived +here. Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin, widow of Shelley, +had her residence at the White House by the river; +Leigh Hunt lived and died in the High Street. Among +others, Theodore Hook, Douglas Jerrold, Henry Fuseli, +the painter; Toland, the friend of Leibnitz; James +Macpherson; and last, but not least, Mrs. Siddons. +Putney also witnessed the death of William Pitt, Earl +of Chatham.</p> + +<p>Rosa Nouchette Carey was born in London, near Old +Bow Church, but she has only vague memories of the +house and place. She was the youngest but one of a +large family of five sisters and two brothers. Her +father was a ship-broker, and afterwards had vessels of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span> +his own. He was a man of singularly amiable character, +and his integrity and many virtues made him +universally beloved and respected. Her childhood was +passed at Hackney in the old house at Tryons Place, +where many happy days were spent in the room called +the green-room, overlooking a large old-fashioned +garden well filled with shady trees. "It was a simple, +happy, uneventful life," says Miss Carey. "Being a +delicate child, my education was somewhat desultory. +My youngest sister and I were left a good deal alone, +and I remember that my chief amusement, besides our +regular childish romps, was to select favourite characters +from history or fiction, and to try and personify them. +I was always the originator of our games, but my sister +invariably followed my lead. I used to write little +plays which we acted. I began a magazine, and wrote +several pieces of poetry, of the most foolish description +probably," she adds, smiling, "for I am sure I could +not write a line now to save my life! My greatest +pleasure was to relate stories to this same sister over +our needlework or under the shade of the old trees."</p> + +<p>In this way the whole of "Nellie's Memories" was +told verbally, when still in her teens, and was only +written down seven years afterwards. "My mother +was a strict disciplinarian and was very clever +and practical," she continues. "As a girl I was +singularly dreamy, and spent all my leisure time in +reading and writing poetry; feeling the impossibility +of combining my favourite pursuits with a useful, +domestic life, and discouraged by my failures in this +respect, I made a deliberate and, as it afterwards +proved, a fruitless attempt to quench the longing to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span> +write, while at the same time I endeavoured to be +more like other girls, but this unnatural repression of +a strong instinct could not last, and after some years I +gave it up. I am not aware that my mother knew of +this strange conflict, but she was the first to rejoice at +my literary success. My literary taste is not inherited, +except in one solitary case, my father's cousin, Christopher +Riethmüller, author of "Teuton," "Legends of +the Early Church," "The Adventures of Neville +Brooke," and "Aldersleigh."</p> + +<p>Later on the family moved to South Hampstead, +where Rosa Carey's schooldays began, and it was whilst +at school that she formed an enthusiastic friendship +with Mathilde Blind, afterwards the clever translator +of Marie Bashkirtseff's Journal, and author of "The +Descent of Man," and other works. This friendship, +which was a source of great interest to both girls, +was only interrupted by a divergence of their religious +opinions. Mathilde Blind was brought up in the most +advanced school of modern freethought, but Rosa Carey, +adhering to the simple faith of her childhood, could not +follow her there, and the friends drifted apart, sorrowfully, +but with warm affection on each side.</p> + +<p>The next change in her life was the death of her +father, after which terrible bereavement the widowed +mother and three daughters lived together, but the +gradual breaking-up of the once large family had set +in. After their mother's death, the youngest daughter's +convictions led her to embrace a conventual life, and +she entered the Anglican Sisterhood of St. Thomas of +Canterbury. The death of their mother occurred on +the same day which three years before had witnessed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span> +their father's end. After this sad event Miss Rosa +Carey says her real vocation in life seemed to spring +up, and she and her remaining home sister went to +Croydon to superintend their widowed brother's +household. Three years later the circle was again +narrowed. Her sister married the Rev. Canon +Simpson, vicar of Kirkby Stephen, Westmoreland, on +the Valley of the Eden, a most lovely spot, where the +author for eleven years regularly paid an annual visit, +and where she laid the scenes depicted in vivid and +eloquent words in her novel "Heriot's Choice." Rising, +she points out four pictures, reminiscences of +Westmoreland, which hang over her writing-table. +One is a view of great beauty, a second the exterior +of the church, a third is the handsome interior, which +looks more like a cathedral with its massive pillars +and groined roof, and the fourth represents the +vicarage. Her brother's death soon left the orphan +nieces and nephew to her sole care. "The charge +somewhat tied my hands," said Miss Carey, "and prevented +the pursuing of my literary labours as fully as +I could have otherwise done. Interrupted by cares of +house and family, the writing was but fitfully carried +on. Six years after, however, circumstances tended to +break up that home. Three of my charges are married, +and one of my nephews is a master at Uppingham. +These six years have been my first leisure for real +work."</p> + +<p>The launching of "Nellie's Memories" threatened at +first to cause the young writer some disappointment. +Quite unacquainted with any publishers, and without +any previous introductions, she took the MSS. to Mr.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span> +Tinsley, who at first declined to read it. Some months +later she consulted Mrs. Westerton, of Westerton's +Library, who good-naturedly undertook to induce him +to do so. "I am glad to name her," says Miss Carey. +"I shall always remember her with gratitude, for, on +hearing that the reader's opinion was highly favourable, +she hurriedly drove from some wedding festivity +to bring me the good news. I can even recall to mind +the dress that she wore on the occasion."</p> + +<p>Not to many girl-authors is it given that her first +novel shall bring her name and fame, but this simple, +domestic story of English home-life speedily became a +great favourite. Though free from any mystery or +dramatic incidents, the individuality of the characters, +the pure wholesome tone, and the interest which is +kept up to the end, caused this charming story to be +widely known and to be re-issued in many editions up +to the present date. The next venture was "Wee +Wifie," which Miss Carey pronounces to have been a +failure; but as that work has been quite lately +demanded by the public, it is possible that she may +have taken too modest a view of its merits. On being +applied to for permission to bring it out again, she at +first refused, thinking that it would not add to her +literary reputation; but subsequently, however, she +rewrote and lengthened it, though without altering the +plot, and it has passed into a new edition.</p> + +<p>Her next five novels—entitled respectively "Barbara +Heathcote's Trial," "Robert Ord's Atonement," "Wooed +and Married," "Heriot's Choice," and "Queenie's Whim"—came +out at intervals of two years between each +other, and were followed by "Mary St. John." Then<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span> +came a delightful book called "Not Like Other Girls," +which was a great success. This is a spirited and +amusing story of a widowed mother and her three +plucky girls, who, in the days of their prosperity, were +sensibly brought up to make their own frocks, and +who, when plunged into poverty, turned this excellent +talent to such good account that they set up in business +as dressmakers, being employed alike by the squiress +at the Hall and by the village butcher's wife, and there +is as much of quiet humour described in their interview +with this worthy dame, and their attempts to +tone down her somewhat florid taste, as there is in +the discussions and opinions of the neighbours and +friends of the family about the venture of these wise +and practical girls. Since Miss Carey came to Putney +she has brought out "Lover or Friend," "Only the +Governess," "The Search for Basil Lyndhurst," and +"Sir Godfrey's Grand-daughters." She is also on +the staff of the <i>Girl's Own Paper</i>, and, whenever +she has time, sends short stories, which run as serials +for six months in that journal before being issued +in single volume form. Four of these tales have +already appeared.</p> + +<p>It is quite obvious to the readers of Miss Carey's +works that she is fond of young people—she has, +indeed, at the present time a regularly established +class for young girls and servants over fifteen years of +age, which had already been formed in connection with +the Fulham Sunday School, in which she takes a +great interest—and that the distinctive characteristic +throughout all her books is a tendency to elevate to +lofty aspirations, to noble ideas, and to purity of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span> +thought. With great descriptive power, considerable +and often quiet fun, there is a delicacy and tenderness, +a knowledge and strength of purpose, combined with +so much fertility of resource and originality that the +interest never flags, and the sensation, on putting down +any of her works, is that of having dwelt in a thoroughly +healthy atmosphere. "Heriot's Choice" was originally +written for Miss Charlotte Yonge, and was brought out +as a serial in the <i>Monthly Packet</i> before being issued in +three-volume form, but all Rosa Nouchette Carey's +books are published by Messrs. Bentley.</p> + +<p>"My ambition has ever been," says the gentle +author, "to try to do good and not harm by my +works, and to write books which any mother can give +a girl to read. I do not exactly form plots, I think of +one character and circle round that. Of course, I like +to meditate well on my characters before beginning to +write, and I live so entirely in and with them when +writing that I feel restless, and experience a sense of +loss and blank when a book is finished, and I have to +wait until another grows in my mind. I have sometimes +rather regretted a tone of sadness running +through some of my earlier stories, but they were +tinged with many years of sorrow. Now I can write +more cheerfully. Like many authors, I only work +from breakfast to luncheon, sometimes at the table, more +often with my blotting-pad on my knee before the fire, +and I cannot do without plenty of air and exercise, and +often walk round Putney Heath. More than twenty +years ago I was introduced to Mrs. Henry Wood, who +used often to come down to the old Jacobin House, of +which I spoke just now. Our acquaintance ripened<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span> +into an intimacy which only ended with her life. She +was very quiet, interesting, and unlike anyone else, +but no one ever filled the niche left by her death. +Some of my favourite books are 'Amiel's Journal,' +Currer Bell's works, George Eliot's, and biographies; +also psychological works, the study of mind and character, +whilst in poetry I prefer Jean Ingelow and Mrs. +Browning."</p> + +<p>The long-standing friendship with Helen Marion +Burnside—the well-known writer of many clever tales +for children, booklets, verses, and songs—began when +they were in their early womanhood. Eighteen +years ago Miss Burnside became an inmate of Miss +Carey's house, and ever since they have shared +the same home, living in pleasant harmony and affection.</p> + +<p>Presently comes an invitation to join the family +five o'clock tea-table. Glass doors in the drawing-room +lead into the conservatory, whence issues the soft +cooing of ring-doves. The pretty marqueterie cabinets +disclose a set of Indian carved ivory chessmen and +many quaint bits of china, whilst on a sofa, in solitary +state, sits a knowing-looking little tame squirrel with a +blue ribbon round its neck. After tea, on the arrival +of some visitors, you are so lucky as to get a few +minutes' private conversation with Miss Burnside, and +you learn a few facts concerning your hostess that +could never have been gleaned from one of such reticence +and modesty as she. "I do not think," says +Helen Marion Burnside, "that I have known any +author who has to make her writing—the real work of +her life—so secondary a matter as has Rosa Carey.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span> +She has so consistently <i>lived</i> her religion, so to speak, +that family duty and devotion to its many members +have always come first. She never hesitates for a +moment to give up the most important professional +work if she can do anything in the way of nursing or +comforting any of them, and she is <i>the</i> one to whom +each of the family turns in any crisis of life. Having +had so much of this, and rather weak health to +struggle against, it is the greatest wonder to me that +she has been able to write as many books as she has +done, and in so bright a spirit as many are written. +Of course, real womanly woman's work <i>is</i> the highest +work, but I think few writers put it so entirely above +the professional work as she does. I have often been +surprised at her surprise when some little incident has +brought her public value home to her. Even now she +does not in the least realize that she has her place in +the literary world as other contemporary authors have. +It is really quite singular and amusing to come across +such a simple-minded 'celebrity.' I wonder if you +found it out for yourself," she adds quaintly.</p> + +<p>Certainly no better words could be found to describe +the sympathetic, gifted, and lofty-souled Rosa Nouchette +Carey.</p> + + + + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="ADELINE_SERGEANT" id="ADELINE_SERGEANT"></a>ADELINE SERGEANT.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 50%;"> +<img src="images/img157.jpg" width="100%" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>Despite the proverb that "comparisons are odious," +there is a great fascination to those who love to explore +the old quarters of London, and to hunt up the +records of people who have lived and died there, +leaving their mark whether for good or evil, and then +to note the difference that a hundred or so of years +have made in its buildings and inhabitants. Take old +Bloomsbury for instance—by no means an uninteresting +stroll—described by Evelyn in 1665 as "a little towne +with good aire." Pope alludes to this once fashionable +locality thus:—</p> + +<p class="poem"> +"In Palace Yard at nine, you'll find me there,<br /> +At ten for certain, sir, in Bloomsbury Square."<br /> +</p> + +<p>According to Timbs, in his interesting work on London, +this "little towne" was the site of the grand old +Domesbury Manor, where the kings of England in +ancient days had their stables. Yonder great corner +house was built by Isaac Ware, editor of <i>Palladio</i>, +originally a chimney-sweep, of whom it was said, that +"his skin was so ingrained with soot, that to his dying +day he bore the marks of his early calling." By the +way, that particular trade would appear to have been<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span> +extremely lucrative in those days, as it is well known +and authenticated that two great squares—not a hundred +miles away—were entirely built by one David +Porter, "who held the appointment of chimney-sweep +to the village of Marylebone."</p> + +<p>A few hundred yards further on to the north-west, +and you reach the quiet thoroughfare of Chenies Street, +which connects Gower Street and Tottenham Court +Road, and here, indeed, a transformation has taken +place. Where are the solid, but dull, old, grey houses +which erstwhile stood on this spot? Within the last +few years they have all been swept away, and the +street is vastly improved by the imposing block of red-brick +mansions which has been erected, and which +bears outside a brass plate, inscribed "Ladies' Residential +Chambers." A long-felt want is here supplied. In an +age when hundreds of women of culture and of position +are earning their living, and whose respective occupations +require that they should dwell in the metropolis, +a necessity has arisen for independent quarters, such +as never can be procured in the ordinary lodgings or +boarding-house, where, without being burdened with +the cares of house-keeping, the maximum of comfort +and privacy with the minimum of domestic worry can +be obtained. All this is amply provided for within +these walls. Touching an electric button without, the +door is opened by the porter—the only man in the +house—who wears on his breast the Alma, Balaklava, +Inkerman, and Sebastopol medals, you enter a spacious +hall, which opens on all sides into a number of self-contained +flats. In the centre is a vast well staircase +running up to the top of the building.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span></p> + +<p>On the present occasion business takes you only to +the first floor, where, rounding the great corridor, are +separate little vestibules, each containing a complete +suite of rooms, and Miss Adeline Sergeant's chambers +are reached. They are so exquisitely arranged, and +display so much artistic taste and refinement, that a +few words must be said in description of them. The +outer door is covered inside with a striped Moorish +<i>portière</i>, and leads into a little hall faced by the study, +and opening into the drawing-room on the right. The +blue and white walls, on which hang half-a-dozen pictures, +are of conventional floral design, relieved by +cream-coloured mouldings, which throw up the rich +Oriental draperies of the couch and Japanese screen +near the door. The floor is laid down with peacock-blue +felt and a few Persian rugs of subdued tints, +whilst a white Siberian wolf, mounted on a fine black +bearskin forms the rug. The broad bay windows are +hung with soft cream-coloured muslin and guipure curtains, +peeping out from the folds of oatmeal cloth +hangings of the same shade of blue. Three dwarf +bookcases are fitted into recesses, and are well filled +with all the books necessary to a woman of letters. +A clear fire blazes and sparkles in the tiled hearth, and +throws out a ruddy glow over the bright brasses. The +fireplace is draped with wine-coloured brocaded velvet +curtains; the mantelshelf is high, and the long oblong +mirror, in plain black narrow frame, is raised just +sufficiently to show off the beautiful Oriental china, +Benares brass vases, and Indian jars standing thereon. +Over it hangs a single plaque, framed in dark oak, +copied by Miss F. Robertson, in <i>violet de fer</i> on china,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span> +from the original engraving of "Enid, a Saxon Maiden." +There are flowers everywhere—pots of lilies of the +valley, ferns and palms, alike on the little hexagonal +ebonised table in the windows and the small cabinet, +whilst cut daffodils and anemones are grouped in vases +in other parts of the room. The great Arabian brass +salver, with its mystic scrolls and ebonised stand, +forms a suitable tea-table alongside the comfortable +American rocking-chair. The copper-coloured brocaded +silk gown, with a tinge of red, which Adeline Sergeant +wears, with leaves of darker and flowers of lighter +pattern woven in, is in unison with the prevailing tints +by which she is surrounded. A black fur boa is carelessly +thrown round her shoulders, she is rather below +the middle height, dark grey eyes, with a mischievous +twinkle in them, can be discerned behind the <i>pince-nez</i> +which she habitually wears, her good colouring betokens +a healthy constitution her extremely thick +hair, lightly touched with grey, is loosely rolled back +from her forehead, she has a merry, bright smile, and +laughs with silvery sweetness on being told you had +nervously expected, from her pictures, to see a strong-minded, +austere-looking woman; but until a sun-portrait +can produce rich colouring, earnestness of purpose, +combined with an ever-changing, laughing expression, +she will appear to those who have only seen her +photograph as being somewhat severe and stern.</p> + +<p>Adeline Sergeant was born at Ashbourne, in Derbyshire. +Her father belonged to an old Lincolnshire +family who had lived since the sixteenth century, at +least, on the same ground, and had inhabited for +many years a long, low, rambling house, of which he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span> +used to delight to tell her stories. When yet but a +child she went with her parents to Selby, Easingwold, +Weston-super-Mare, Worcester, and Rochester, where, +when she was nineteen years of age, her father died, +and their wanderings practically ended.</p> + +<p>"My mother was a quiet, delicate, refined, sensitive +woman," says Miss Sergeant, while a look of sadness +comes over her face. "She spent most of her spare +time in writing, and from her, I suppose, I inherit +some of my taste for writing, though it comes from my +father's side too, for a cousin of mine is a literary man, +and several of my relations dabbled a little in literature. +My mother wrote verses and religious stories +chiefly; she had a very high ideal of style, and one of +my earliest and latest recollections of her is seeing her +covering scraps of paper with her peculiarly beautiful +handwriting in pencil, and afterwards copying them +most carefully in ink at her desk. She had a long illness; +she died of consumption, after eight years of +confirmed invalidism and gradually wasting away. I +remember it now as a remarkable fact that I never +knew her to complain or to have anything but the +sweetest, brightest smile. Her sense of the ridiculous +was acute to the very last, and she was always ready +to enjoy a good story. Her appreciation of literature +was very great, and it was from her that I learned to +enjoy Browning as well as the older masters of verse. +After my father's death we removed to the suburbs of +London, and my mother died fifteen months later. +We were united heart and soul, and her death was +the greatest sorrow of my life, especially as I had been +much separated from her by school and college life,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span> +and had been promised that I should live at home and +care for her when my elder sister married, but my +mother died four months before the wedding, and that +dream—hers as well as mine, I think—was never +realized."</p> + +<p>Adeline Sergeant began to write at the very youthful +age of eight. Her first published verses appeared when +she was but thirteen, and a volume of verse when she +was sixteen years of age. "It always seems to me," +she continues, "that I owe a great deal to the influences +of the free country life of my early childhood +when we lived at Eastington, near Stonehouse, for two +years. I believe that modern teachers would say that +I wasted my time, for I went to no school then, but +'did lessons' with my mother in a desultory fashion." +Rambling for hours in the fields and lanes by herself, +sometimes with a book and sometimes without, the +young author used conscientiously to set herself her +own tasks; she wrote innumerable stories, had no +playfellows, and no children's books, but she had the +run of her father's library. Here she read Shakespeare +until she knew him by heart; next to Shakespeare +her favourite book was Addison's "Spectator"; after +these came Byron, Mrs. Hemans, and many earlier +poets, Prior, Gay, Dryden, etc. Here, from the age of +eleven to fifteen, she also studied theological writers +like Chalmers, Butler, and Jeremy Taylor; whilst a set +of Encyclopædias, in twenty-two volumes, gave her +many happy hours. It is no wonder that Adeline +Sergeant declares this to have been one of the most +fructifying periods of her life, and that her impressions +of landscape, cloud scenery, effects of light, shade,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span> +sound, etc., are still coloured by her remembrances of +that time.</p> + +<p>"I think," she observes, smiling, "that this was better +bracing for the mind than the indiscriminate devouring +of story-books, which is characteristic of young folks +nowadays. But I must also add that at Weston, our +next place of residence, I simply gorged myself on +novels of all sorts, as I had the command of every circulating +library in the place, and no control was ever +exercised over my reading."</p> + +<p>At sixteen Miss Sergeant went to Laleham, Miss +Pipe's well-known school at Clapham; and at eighteen +to Queen's College, Harley Street, where she held a +scholarship for some time. The death of her sister two +years after her marriage left the young girl very much +alone in the world. For some years she lived with +very dear and kind friends, whose two daughters she +had some share in teaching. Having much time free, +she went on with her literary work, which had been +suspended for a long while after her bereavements, +when she had no heart to write anything. After leaving +college, Adeline Sergeant devoted herself entirely +to study for the Cambridge and other examinations. +After taking her First Class Honours Certificate in the +women's examination, she gave up her time to teaching, +writing, and parochial work of all sorts; she played the +organ in church, held Sunday and week-day classes for +village children, trained the choir, and so on. A +temporary failure in health made a winter in +Egypt a real boon to her about that time, and it was +on her return that she gave herself up more to literary +work.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I was not at all successful at first," says Miss +Sergeant in a cheerful tone of voice. "My first novel +has never seen the light to this day. My second was +also refused, but has since been re-written and re-issued, +under the name of 'Seventy Times Seven.' I wrote +little stories for little magazines, and a child's book or +two. But I had no success for many years. In 1880 +I competed for a prize of £100 offered by the Dundee +<i>People's Friend</i> for a story, and gained it, to my great +delight. I have kept up my connection with this +paper ever since, and am always grateful to the editor +for the help he gave me at a critical time. This story +was 'Jacobi's Wife.' When I heard the good news I +was in Egypt, where I was spending a winter at the +invitation of my friends, Professor and Mrs. Sheldon +Amos. On my return I wrote 'Beyond Recall,' which +embodies my impressions of Egyptian life. I went on +writing for the next two years, and doing other work +as well, but in 1883 I made up my mind to throw +myself entirely into literature."</p> + +<p>Miss Sergeant's next step was to write and consult +the kindly Dundee editor on this subject, and in return +she received a proposition from the proprietors that she +should go to live in Dundee and do certain specified +literary work for them. She did so, and counts it as +one of the most fortunate occurrences of her life, as she +made many friends and led a pleasant and healthful +life, first at Newport, in Fife, and then in Dundee. +Two years later, however, it seemed better to her to +return to London, though without severing her connection +with Dundee. Since 1887 Adeline Sergeant +has lived more or less in London, although she spends<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span> +a good deal of time at the seaside, in the country, and +in Scotland, or in visiting at friends' country houses +in different parts of England.</p> + +<p>Besides the works already named, Adeline Sergeant +has produced several highly interesting novels, notably, +"An Open Foe," "No Saint," "Esther Denison," and +"Name and Fame"—this last was written in collaboration +with A. S. Ewing Lester—"Little Miss Colwyn," +"A Life Sentence," "Roy's Repentance," "Under +False Pretences." Her later works are "Caspar +Brooke's Daughter," "An East London Mystery," and +"Sir Anthony." "Esther Denison" and "No Saint" +are, perhaps, the author's own favourites, although she +frankly says that she thinks that they have not found +as much favour with the public as some of her more +"sensational" stories, though the critics generally +liked them better, and, indeed, compared them with +George Eliot and some of Mrs. Oliphant's works. +Both these books contain many transcripts from her +own personal experiences. "Esther Denison" is, +indeed, largely autobiographical. It is evident that +Miss Sergeant has put her whole heart in this story. +A somewhat caustic wit is pleasantly relieved by the +earnest tone which runs through it. Without being a +theological novel, the description of the struggles of +the high-souled but sympathetic heroine is powerfully +and faithfully drawn. Many of these books contain +strong dramatic incidents; they are all full of interest, +and are characterized by the exceeding good taste and +the excellent English in which they are written. They +are all popular in America, where they are published +by Messrs. Lowell & Son.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I have sometimes been misunderstood by critics," +Miss Sergeant observes, "on account of the absence of +any <i>data</i> to my books. Having disposed some years +ago of many of the copyrights, I see them issued as if +they were freshly written, which is not always the case. +A weekly reviewer expressed great surprise at the +publication of 'Jacobi's Wife' <i>after</i> 'No Saint.' As a +matter of fact it had been written and sold some years +earlier. My own works seem to me to fall into two +classes: the one, of incident, when I simply try to tell +an interesting story—a perfectly legitimate aim in art, +I believe—and the other, of character, with the minimum +of story. I like to analyze a character 'to death,' +so to speak, and I look on my stories of this sort as the +best I have written."</p> + +<p>Of one of Adeline Sergeant's late novels, "An East +London Mystery," no single word of the plot shall be +hinted at, nor shall the intending reader's interest be +discounted beforehand. Suffice it to say that from the +first page to the last it is full of deeply-absorbing +matter. Each character is drawn with a masterly +touch, and is admirably sustained throughout; it may +be safely predicted that when taken up it will scarcely +be laid down until the last leaf be turned.</p> + +<p>A peculiar interest is attached to a book which has +lately come prominently before the public, and which +has created much sensation, called "The Story of a +Penitent Soul" (Bentley & Son), to which Adeline +Sergeant's name was not affixed, but of which she now +acknowledges herself to be the author. It deals with a +sad subject handled in a powerful but most delicate +manner, and is quite a new departure from her former<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span> +works. For some time the critics, whilst mostly +praising it warmly and at once recognizing that it was +written by no ''prentice hand,' were somewhat puzzled +as to the authorship. Gradually the secret leaked out, +and Miss Sergeant relates in a few eloquent words her +reasons for the concealment of her identity with the +story. "Every now and then," she says, "I feel the +necessity of escaping from the trammels imposed by +publishers, editors, and the supposed taste of the +public. I want to say my own say, to express what I +really mean and feel, to deliver my soul. Then I like +to go away 'into the wilderness' and write for myself, +not for the public, without caring whether anybody +reads and understands what I write, or whether it is +published or not. That is how and why I wrote 'The +Story of a Penitent Soul.' It was written because it +<i>had</i> to be written; it wrote itself, so to speak. Work +done in this way is the only work that seems worth +doing and is in itself a joy, but it cannot be done at +will, or every day."</p> + +<p>Novel-making, however, does not absorb all this +industrious author's time. She is an ardent novel +reader in three languages. Her favourite writers in +English are Thackeray, George Eliot, and Meredith. As +she reads French authors more for style than for subject +she is not afraid to avow that she greatly admires +Daudet, Pierre Loti, Flaubert, and Georges Sand; the +Russian novelists Tolstoi, Dostorievski, and Tourguénieff +are also much to her liking, and she reads +American modern writers such as Howell, Henry James, +and Egbert Craddock, with pleasure. "But I read +other things besides novels," she says. "Even as a child<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span> +I was always of a metaphysical turn, and my delight +in books of that sort is so great that I hardly dare +touch them when I am trying to write fiction. They +fascinate and paralyse me. Economics and some +kinds of theological speculation are also a favourite +study."</p> + +<p>Her love for economics and the discussion of social +problems has led Adeline Sergeant to join the Fabian +Society, in which she takes great interest. Her +religious tendencies are all in the direction of what is +called "Broad Church," and she is an ardent believer in +Women's Suffrage. She is a member of the committee +of the Somerville Club for women, and is on two +sub-committees. She is the co-secretary for the +Recreative Evening Schools Association in St. Pancras +District, and an Evening School Manager for north and +south St. Pancras. "I must say that I have a great +deal too much to do," she adds, "and I cannot get +through half as much business as I ought. I have a +rather large circle of friends, and I find it difficult to +keep up with my social duties. I generally write all +the morning, but I like to write and can write all day. +At St. Andrews, for instance, where I have just spent +two months, I wrote and read for quite nine or ten +hours every day. One cannot do that in London." As +a recreation Miss Sergeant prefers music to any other, +and, indeed, used to play a good deal once, but has now +no time to keep up any pretence at <i>technique</i>. The +same reason has caused her to discard her old pastime +of pen-and-ink drawing, of which she is passionately +fond, but which she found to be rather too trying to +the eyes to be pursued with advantage. "I have done<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span> +some elaborate embroidery in my time," she says, "but +now I never use my needle for amusement; only for +necessity. Any sort of philanthropic work that I +undertake is purely secular. I love foreign travel, +though I have not gone abroad very lately. I have +been in Holland, Belgium, Germany, Italy, and France, +besides in Egypt. Switzerland I reserve for a future +occasion. It may interest you to hear my unknown +American readers every now and then send me kind +letters, with requests for autographs or photographs, +and that this last likeness, which misled you to think +me 'severe and stern,' was taken chiefly in order to +be reproduced for the benefit of American as well as +English readers. I wonder if it will have the same +effect on them," she adds, laughing.</p> + +<p>The little study beyond must be visited, and here +are Miss Adeline Sergeant's <i>secretaire</i> and library. It +contains a fairly good collection of English authors, +and much French literature; but she has moved about +so constantly from place to place, that she has been +unable to collect as many books as she would have +liked. The great broad couch by the window is a +comfortable lounge for a weary writer, and the rest of +the furniture is all snug and suitable. Miss Sergeant +imparts some interesting information about this unique +establishment, which was founded for gentlewomen +only, of different occupations. The number of rooms +in each flat varies from two to four or five, according +to requirements. The whole concern is conducted +entirely upon the principles of a gentleman's club, with +the great advantage that the tenants can be as much +at home and enjoy as absolute a privacy as they desire.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span> +The <i>cuisine</i> and all domestic details are under the +management of an experienced housekeeper. Breakfasts, +luncheons, and dinners are served in the great +club-room below during stated hours, each allowing a +good margin for the convenience of the members, +whilst an adjoining room is reserved for their private +parties. This is a gala day at the "Ladies' Residential +Chambers." There is a large afternoon "At Home," +which is an annual entertainment. Each lady has sent +cards to her friends and the guests are beginning to +flock in. The coloured-tiled corridors and window-ledges +are gaily decorated with palms, ferns, and +flowers. A hospitable custom prevails. Wherever a +hall-door is found open it is a signal that visitors to +the other residents are permitted to enter and look +round the rooms. Should any lady be unable to +receive she "sports her oak." Ample refreshments are +provided in the club-room, and as many doors are +invitingly thrown open, you take advantage of the +implied permission, and are kindly received by each +hostess. There are members of many professions within +these walls. Two sets of chambers are occupied by +practising medical women, a third by a busy journalist, +a fourth by an artist, a fifth by a young musician, a +sixth by a fair and gentle girl, who modestly tells you +that she is a high-school mistress, and, with kindling +eyes, adds, "there is a glorious independence in earning +one's own bread." There is a happy <i>camaraderie</i> +prevailing in this big hive of scholarly, industrious +women. Such things as quarrels or petty jealousies +are unknown, and when it is stated that these mansions +have only been built for four years, and that all the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span> +twenty-two sets of chambers which they contain are +inhabited, it will be readily understood how much the +comfort and freedom of this cheerful club life is +appreciated. But the three or four hundred guests are +dispersing, and you take leave of Miss Adeline Sergeant, +with a sense of gratitude for an entirely novel and +interesting entertainment.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="MRS_EDWARD_KENNARD" id="MRS_EDWARD_KENNARD"></a>MRS. EDWARD KENNARD.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 50%;"> +<img src="images/img172.jpg" width="100%" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + + +<p>There is great wailing and lamentation at Market +Harboro'. King Frost holds the ground in an iron +grip. Fresh snow falling almost daily spreads yet +another and another layer, and all is encrusted hard +and fast, but far around it sparkles like a sea of +diamonds, emitting the colours of a rainbow in the +radiant sunshine. Horses are eating their heads off +and are ready to jump out of their skins; hounds are +getting fat and lazy; the majority of the sportsmen +have long ago taken themselves off to London, Monte +Carlo, and elsewhere, and the few who remain spend +their days in skating, toboganning, and curling.</p> + + +<p>While the barometer averages nightly ten to twenty +degrees of frost, perhaps the most favourable moment +has arrived to find one's hunting friends freed from the +daily labour they so cheerfully undergo for the sake of +sport. As in ordinary weather a protracted hunt with +Mr. Fernie's hounds, or a long day with the Pytchley, +would at this season have kept Mrs. Edward Kennard +to a late hour in the saddle, you gladly seize the +opportunity afforded, and accept a kind invitation to +visit her at "The Barn." A two-hours' run from St. +Pancras to Leicestershire, with a change at Kettering, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span>lands you at Market Harboro' station, where a neat +brougham, drawn by a pair of handsome brown horses +(with no bearing reins), waits to convey you to Mr. +Edward Kennard's hunting box, which stands back +between two fields of ridge and furrow in the main +road from Kettering to Market Harboro'. A straight +avenue, bordered on either side by lime and fir trees, +breaks into a circular grass front, where the drive +divides, the right road leading to a substantial, comfortable-looking +red-brick house, with sloping roof, tall +gable over the entrance-hall, and sides picturesquely +covered with ivy, whilst the left turns to the stables +(that essential part of a sporting establishment), which, +with the kitchen gardens and paddocks, are in the +rear. In usual circumstances a fine vista of undulating +pasture, and extensive views of the happy hunting-fields +of Northamptonshire and Leicestershire, can be +seen, in which are several historical fox-coverts; but +now, in the snow-bound condition of the earth, everything +is white, save for the line of dark intersecting +hedgerows, and the delicate tracery of leafless trees +standing in black silhouette against the sky. As the +afternoon advances, a grey haze creeps over the far-famed +Harboro' Vale, shrouding alike "bullfinches" +and "double-oxers," into which sinks a golden sun +behind a bank of crimson and purple clouds.</p> + +<p>But the carriage stops. The broad stone steps lead +into the entrance hall, where, facing you, stands a +black, long-haired, stuffed sloth bear, hugging the +sticks and umbrellas, and an oak case, full of English +game-birds. Glass doors open into the broad, lofty, +central hall, giving outlet to numerous rooms, which<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span> +are all draped with heavy <i>portières</i> on each side. +The first to the right opens, and Mrs. Edward Kennard +comes out to bid you welcome to "The Barn," and leads +the way into the drawing-room, which is bright with a +huge, blazing fire and tall lamps. She is above the +middle height, and her slight, well-built figure shows +to as much advantage in the neatly-fitting brown +homespun costume as it does in her well-cut "Busvine" +habit. She has a small head, well set on, with dark +hair curling over her brow, and dark eyes which, +owing to her being short-sighted, have somewhat of a +searching expression as she looks at you, and the +kindest of smiles. A woman of peculiar grace, gentleness, +and refinement, her pluck and skill which are so +prominent in the chase and lead her to delight in +all field sports, in no way detract from her womanly +characteristics in the home circle and other relations +in life.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Edward Kennard is the second daughter and +fourth child of a well-known public man, Mr. Samuel +Laing, late member for the counties of Orkney and +Shetland, and formerly Finance Minister of India.</p> + +<p>"I believe," says your hostess, as you sit at tea, +"that I took to scribbling principally through finding +time hang heavy on my hands and seeking occupation. +I fancy that any small love of literature which I may +possess is hereditary, since my father, who is now +chairman of the Brighton Railway, has written several +important works, notably, "Modern Science and Modern +Thoughts," "Problems of the Future," etc., whilst my +grandfather, Mr. S. Laing, was also well known as an +author in his day, and wrote a famous book of Nor<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span>wegian +travel, still considered one of the best extant. +In the schoolroom (we lived at Hordle, Hants, then) +I was regarded as the dunce, and my childish recollections +are always embittered by thoughts of scoldings, +punishments, and admonitions from our various governesses.</p> + +<p>At the age of fifteen the young girl was sent to a +private establishment at St. Germains, when, under a +different system of tuition, she began to take an +interest in her studies, and to work in earnest. Two +or three years later she returned to England, and +shortly after married Mr. Edward Kennard, Deputy-Lieutenant +and Magistrate for the counties of Monmouthshire +and Northamptonshire, son of the late Mr. +R. W. Kennard, M.P. He, too, has literary as well as +sporting tastes, and is the author of "Fishing in +Strange Waters" and "Sixty Days in America," +besides being a contributor to the <i>Illustrated London +News</i>, <i>Graphic</i>, and <i>The Chase</i>. He is also an artist, +and every part of the house is decorated with his +clever, spirited sketches in oils and water-colours.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Edward Kennard's first literary efforts were a +series of short stories, which she wrote for her two +boys. These were afterwards collected and published +in one volume called "Twilight Tales." Subsequently, +when the little fellows had to be sent to school, and +she describes herself as "having felt lost without +them," during a long period of indifferent health, she +turned her attention to authorship. Her first novel, +"The Right Sort," was produced in 1888, and was +followed by "Straight as a Die," "Twilight Tales," +and "Killed in the Open." Next came "The Girl in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span> +the Brown Habit," "A Real Good Thing," "A Glorious +Gallop," "A Crack County," "Our Friends in the +Hunting Field," "Matron or Maid," etc., etc. These +are all sporting novels, as most of their names indicate, +and contain the graphic account of many a stirring and +exciting run depicted with the vividness and fidelity +born of accurate knowledge of hounds, horses, and +huntsmen, and long experience in the field. All these +works are very popular at home and in the colonies, +and most of them have passed into many editions. +"Landing a Prize" is the result of several seasons +spent in Norway on the Sandem, Stryn, Etne, Aurland, +Gule, Förde, and Aäro rivers. This book relates to +quite another kind of sport, for the author who can +so successfully negotiate a real Leicestershire flyer—a +high blackthorn fence with a ditch on either side of it—with +such ease and grace, and has ridden first flight +in this county and in Northamptonshire since her marriage, +is equally at home in salmon-fishing, and last +year, with considerable dexterity and skill, wielded +her seventeen-foot rod of split cane to such good purpose +that she landed a thirty-six pounder, a feat of +which her husband and sons are justly proud; but you +must go to Mr. Kennard to get details of his wife's +prowess, for she says, modestly, "It is so very difficult +to say anything much of oneself. I like hunting, of +course, but look upon it purely as an agreeable +physical amusement, and not the <i>one</i> business of life, +as it is considered in this neighbourhood, a thing to +which all other interests must be sacrificed. Marrying +very young, it has since been my fate to reside in a +hunting county, and therefore I have had few oppor<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span>tunities +for gratifying my love for travel and seeing +fresh scenes. For the last few years, however, we have +spent our summers in Norway, and I have become +almost as fond of salmon-fishing as of riding."</p> + +<p>The scene of the author's late work is laid in Germany, +and in "A Homburg Beauty" she gives a +vigorous narrative of a steeplechase which she witnessed +in that place. The last two novels she produced +are entitled "That Pretty Little Horse-Breaker," and +"Wedded to Sport."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Edward Kennard is as clever with her needle +as is her husband with his paint-brush, and many are +the evidences of her capacity in this feminine accomplishment +in the room. The curtains, cornices, mantel-cloths, +together with several screens and cushions—even +the window blinds—are all exquisitely embroidered +by her industrious fingers. There are many +priceless pieces of very old Japanese bronze, china, and +ancient lacquer work scattered about the room. On +one table is a perfect model in soapstone of an Indian +burying-ground, and above the dado is a narrow terry +velvet ledge on which are strewn lovely bits of +Japanese ivories and other ornaments. The walls are +hung with water-colour paintings of scenes in Egypt, +by Mr. Kennard, and the whole room looks cosy and +comfortable in the slow of warm firelight and coloured +lamp-shades.</p> + +<p>An hour or so later you are all sitting at a large +round dinner-table, which is artistically decorated with +quaint dried sea-weeds and shells of delicate tints and +shades, grouped on an arrangement of "Liberty" silks, +and the effect is as original as it is pretty. There are<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span> +only the family party present: your kind, genial hosts +and their two sons—Lionel, a handsome young Militia +officer reading for a cavalry commission; and Malcolm, +a naval cadet, who has just passed out of the <i>Britannia</i> +with eight months' sea time. Both are promising +youngsters, the pride and joy of their parents, and +either can hold his own against the "grown-ups" in +the hunting field. The silver bowl yonder is a prize +gained by "Rainbow" and "Ransom," two fox-hound +puppies walked by Mr. Kennard; and a large painting +hanging opposite attracting your attention, Mrs. Kennard +explains that it was executed by Bassieti, and +was exhibited amongst the Old Masters at Burlington +House, and that the original study was purchased +out of the Hamilton collection by the National Gallery, +where it now hangs. Dinner over, an adjournment to +the billiard-room is proposed. The walls are hung +with trophies of sport, a forest of stags' horns, including +wild fallow, wapiti, red-deer, chamois, and roebuck. +Your eye is first caught by the monster salmon, painted +on canvas and stretched over the model of the great +fish on the spot where Mrs. Kennard landed it, and +above it hangs a picture of the scene at Tower Sloholen +where the feat was accomplished. The principal painting +in this room is of the author on "Rhoda," long +since defunct, a celebrated mare by Zouave, who carried +her several seasons without a fall. Near this is +Lionel when a child, on his first pony, "Judy," who is +still alive, and spending a happy old age in the paddock. +This pony and the handsome fox-terrier following his +mistress round the room, both figure in "Twilight +Tales." But old "Skylark" must not be forgotten, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span> +here hangs his portrait, representing his wonderful +jump—owner up—over water, a distance of twenty-eight +feet from take-off to land. A curious object lies +on the side table, a British officer's sword, with crest, +monogram, Queen's crown, and V.R. on it, which has +been turned into a barbaric weapon, and is encased in +a rude leather scabbard with silk tassels. On the +mantelpiece stands a great bronze six-armed monster, +with open mouth, and on a lighted match being +secretly applied behind its back to a tiny gas tube +within, you turn round to find a long thin flame issuing +therefrom, at which the gentlemen light their cigars. +Below this is a border, beautifully embroidered in silks +by Mrs. Kennard, representing hounds in full chase after +a fox. A pleasant game of billiards finishes the evening.</p> + +<p>On the morrow Mr. Kennard suggests a further +inspection of other interesting parts of the house, and +promises that at noon, when the horses are dressed, his +wife shall act as cicerone, and do the honours of the +stables. Accordingly, first Mrs. Edward Kennard's +summer study is visited. It lies between the dining +and drawing rooms, and looks bright and cheerful, with +its amply-filled bookcases, comfortable lounging-chairs, +and little tables. The writing-table stands in front of +the window, from whence there is a fine view, which in +summer inspires the author to write some of her happy +bits of scenery; but the peculiarity of this room is the +extraordinarily large collection of china ranged in tiers +round the walls. It is, indeed, a complete dinner service +of fifteen dozen plates, designed and painted by +Mr. Kennard, and brought out by Mortlock, and is +quite unique.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span></p> + +<p>On the other side of the hall is a glass case containing +a splendid silver-grey fox, stuffed, and carrying a +dead pheasant in its mouth. This was a tame fox, +reared from a cub. Just at the foot of the great open +staircase is the weighing chair and book recording the +weights of all the hunting people in these parts. The +broad, lofty staircase walls are laden with an <i>olla +podrida</i> of curiosities, notably some barbaric necklaces +and armlets studded with uncut gems, and +several full-dress suits of Arab and Nubian ladies, +made of grasses and strips of leather, which on +breezy days might be considered somewhat too scanty +to please the British matron. There are fine old +paintings here by Albert Bierstadt, Maes, and Van +der Helst, and higher up hangs a more modern one +of a hunt in the early days of the author's married life, +when dogs supplied the place of children. Amongst a +museum of stuffed crocodiles, catamarans, a parrot fish +from the Dead Sea, sundry Egyptian warlike implements, +musical instruments, and mediæval deities +painted on glass, there hangs a solitary broken stirrup +leather which has a story. It is the one by which the +famous horsewoman was dragged at a gallop over a +ridge-and-furrow field, breaking her arm in two places, +the horse she rode failing to jump a stiff stile out of a +wood. This, and another bad fall—when she was lost +to sight in a ditch beneath the heavy body of a fifteen-stone +weight-carrier—Mr. Kennard declares to be the +two worst accidents he ever witnessed in the hunting-field, +"but," he adds, "they have in no way shaken +her nerve."</p> + +<p>There is just time before keeping tryst with your<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span> +hostess to peep into her second writing room, formerly +the nursery, but now devoted to literature and fine art. +From the window, which looks out to the south-east, +can be seen the rifle range and tobogganing ground. +The next is the large photographing room (in which +art the whole family are deeply interested), but noticing +a negative plate lying buried under two inches of +ice in a dish, you prudently and promptly beat a +retreat, though not before noticing the lovely effect of +the hoar-frost on the deep ruby-coloured windows +lighted up by the sun. Noon strikes, and descending +the staircase you find your hostess in the hall (both +her hands are full of lumps of sugar for her pets), and +<i>en passant</i> pause to examine a splendid old Italian +cassonè over seven feet long, supported on two animated-looking +griffins. This is one of the finest sixteenth +century walnutwood carvings, or rather +sculptures in high relief, in Europe, and is complete +and uninjured.</p> + +<p>The long passage at the back of the lower rooms of +the great house opens out into a large square red-brick +courtyard, with coach-house, forge, and two stables +on the right and left, where the good stud-groom +Butlin is waiting. This faithful and trusted retainer +is greatly valued by his employers. He has been in +their service for a great many years, adores his horses, +and is as proud of Mrs. Kennard's riding as are her +husband and boys. He opens the door on the left, +where there are four stalls and two loose boxes, in +which stand "Roulette," a fine bay mare; "Bridget," a +dun pony who goes in harness, and carries the younger +boy to hounds; "Leicester" and "Blackfox," who are<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span> +both harness horses and hunters. The magnificent +black-brown animal yonder is "Quickstep," a gift from +Mrs. Kennard's father; she says, "He does not know +what it is to refuse or turn his head, and is one of the +boldest and freest horses that ever crossed Leicestershire. +I rode him twenty-seven times last season, and +he never had a filled leg." In the stable on the right +you find "Diana," a handsome bay mare with black +points, standing 16.1, and "Grayling," both fine bold +fencers; "Grasshopper," and "Magic," a bay mare by +"Berserker," and a marvellous hunter. Lastly, "Bobbie," +by "Forerunner," who is a great pet, and inherits his +natural jumping qualities from his dam, Rhoda. Out +of this fine collection "Bobbie" and "Quickstep" are +Mrs. Kennard's favourite mounts, though she often +rides most of the others. But you are particularly +enjoined to see old "Skylark," who occupies a summering +box in the smaller yard. This grand old hunter, +though twenty years old, can still hold his own after +hounds, indeed, Butlin observes that "there is not a +horse in the country who can jump or gallop against +him for a four mile run." Returning by the side of the +field, he points out old "Judy," and a promising filly, +"Rosie," who come trotting up to their mistress, in +anticipation of their daily sugar.</p> + +<p>There is a large and merry party of frozen-out fox-hunters +at luncheon, after which everyone goes off to +the tobogganing ground. Mrs. Edward Kennard is to +the fore here too. She seats herself daintily in the +little vehicle, and glides down the great hill swiftly +and gracefully, though many of the party get an awkward +spill, or land ignominiously in a hedge full of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span> +twigs. By and by comes the news that a thaw is +imminent, which sends up all the spirits of the hunting +community delightfully, and great are the preparations +and arrangements. If this state of things continue, ere +many days have elapsed the brave and fearless writer +will once more be in the saddle doing three, and +occasionally four, days a week, mounted alternately on +her good little "Bobbie" or the equally gallant +"Quickstep." Then, although skating and curling +may have kept the sportsmen and women, who did not +forsake Market Harboro', fairly amused, there will be +great jubilation, and once more the delights of the chase +will come as a fresh sensation after a stoppage of so +many weeks. Before long the shires will again be in +their glory, hounds will race over the purified pastures, +foxes will run straight and true, in that best of all +hunting months February, and it is just possible that +the end of the season may yet atone for the disappointments, +inaction, and last, but not least, the expense +which for so long characterised it, and to the "music +of hound and ring of horn" you leave the gentle and +clever author.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="JESSIE_FOTHERGILL1" id="JESSIE_FOTHERGILL1"></a>JESSIE FOTHERGILL.<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a></h2> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 50%;"> +<img src="images/img184.jpg" width="100%" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>With a vivid recollection of the comforts enjoyed on +a recent trip to Ireland to visit Mrs. Hungerford, you +again trust yourself to the tender mercies of the +London and North-Western line with the intention of +calling on Miss Jessie Fothergill, author of "The First +Violin," etc., in her own home. Starting at 10.10 a.m. +from Euston, and having prudently taken another of +the young writer's works, "Kith and Kin," to beguile +the time during the long journey, you arrive punctually +at 2.20 p.m. at the busy, bustling town of Manchester, +having found that with the fascinating novel, combined +with the smoothly-running and comfortable carriages +and a good luncheon basket, four hours have passed +like one; so deeply absorbing is the story that you +have lost all count of time, and utterly neglected to +notice the scenery through which you have been so +rapidly carried. Proposing, however, to repair this +omission on the return journey, you select a tidy +hansom, with a good-looking bay horse and an +intelligent-faced Jehu, desiring him to point out the +principal objects of interest to be seen. Having an +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span>hour to spare, there is time to make a <i>détour</i>, and +drive round the exterior of the great Cheetham +Hospital, which, with its college and library, are +famous relics of old Manchester, and are in the +immediate neighbourhood of the Cathedral, and in a +moment you seem to be transported from the bustle +and roar of life into the quiet and peace of the old +world cloisters.</p> + +<p>Presently, driving past St. Peter's Church, the open +door invites a peep at the famous painting of the +"Descent from the Cross," by Annibal Carracci, which +adorns the altar, and, finally, passing on the left Owens +College, the principal branch of the Victoria University, +the cab pulls up at Miss Fothergill's door.</p> + +<p>It is a quiet street lying off Oxford-street, one of the +main thoroughfares of Manchester; and the house, one +of a modest little row, is small and ordinary. The +rooms are larger than might have been expected from +its exterior, notably Miss Fothergill's own "den," as +she calls the place where she spends nearly all her time. +It is upstairs, and has two windows facing south; +between them stands a large writing table, from which +the author rises to welcome you. It is literally covered +with papers and manuscripts. "You think it looks +extremely untidy," she says with a bright smile, after +the first greetings are over. "It is not untidy for me, +because I can put my hand on everything that I want. +I am much cramped for space, too, in which to arrange +my books as I would have them. I have a great many +more than these, and they are scattered about in +different other rooms in the house, which is only +my temporary home, and everything is in disorder<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span> +now, as I am on the eve of departure for sunnier +climes."</p> + +<p>The furniture is arranged with the greatest simplicity, +but it is all very comfortable; there are several easy +chairs, a good resting couch, and plenty of tables, +heaped up with the books, papers, and magazines of +her daily reading. Over the fireplace is a large and +very good autotype of Leonardo da Vinci's "Monna +Lisa," with her mysterious smile and exquisite hands. +There are likewise many photographs of Rome, and the +art treasures of Rome. On another wall are two of +Melozzo da Forti's angels, after those in the Sagrestia +dei Canonici at St. Peter's, Rome, and a drawing of +Watts' "Love and Death," made by a friend.</p> + +<p>"It is all extremely simple and rather shabby," Miss +Fothergill remarks placidly, "but it suits me. I rarely +enter the downstair rooms except at the stated hour +for meals, and, though I detest the dirt and gloom of +Manchester, and am always ill in this climate, yet for +luxury I do not care. Sumptuous rooms, gorgeous +furniture, and an accumulation of 'the pride of life' +and 'the lust of the eye' would simply oppress me, and +make me feel very uncomfortable."</p> + +<p>It is only fair to remark that on this occasion Manchester +has put on a bright and smiling appearance. +Though the fogs and rain can be as persistent as they +are in London, the latter indeed much more frequent, +the sun to-day shines brilliantly over the great city, +and "dirt and gloom" are conspicuous by their +absence.</p> + +<p>In person the author is moderately tall and slight +in figure. She is pale and delicate-looking, with dark<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span> +brown curly hair brushed back from her forehead, and +fine grey eyes, which have a sparkle of mirth in them, +and indicate a keen sense of humour. "I have a keen +sense of fun," she replies in answer to your remark, +"and see the ridiculous side of things, if they have one. +It is a blessed assistance in wending one's way through +life. My mother and all her family possessed it, and +we inherit it from her." She wears a soft black +dress, trimmed with lace and jet embroidery, and she +is so youthful in her appearance that she looks like a +mere girl.</p> + +<p>Jessie Fothergill was born at Cheetham Hall, Manchester, +and is of mixed Lancashire and Yorkshire +descent. Her father came of an old Yorkshire yeoman +and Quaker family, whose original home—still standing—was +a lonely house called Tarn House, in a lonely +dale—Ravenstonedale, Westmoreland. From there, in +1668, the family, having joined the Society of Friends, +removed to a farmhouse, which some member of it +built for himself in Wensleydale, Yorkshire, a district +which until lately has been quite remote and little +known, but which is now beginning to be sadly spoiled +by the number of visitors from afar, who have found it +out, and who are corrupting the primitive simplicity of +the inhabitants of the dale. This old-world farmstead +was called Carr End. It is still in existence, but has +passed out of the possession of its former owners.</p> + +<p>"My father spent his childhood there," says Miss +Fothergill, "and used to keep us entranced, as children, +living in a stiff Manchester suburb, with accounts of +the things to be seen and done there—of the wild +moors, the running waterfalls, the little lake of Semir<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span>water +hard by filled with fish, haunted by birds to us +unknown, and bordered by grass and flowers, pleasant +woods and rough boulders. I never saw it till I was +a grown woman, and, standing in the old-fashioned +garden with the remembrance of my dead father in +my heart, I formed the intention of making it the +scene of a story, and did so." But ere she has finished +speaking you recognize the whole description in the +volume of "Kith and Kin" which you had been reading +in the train.</p> + +<p>Miss Fothergill's father spent his early manhood in +Rochdale, learning the ins and outs of the cotton trade, +the great Lancashire industry, settling with a friend +as his partner in business in Manchester. He was a +Quaker, and on marrying her mother, who was a +member of the Church of England, he was turned out +of the Society of Friends for choosing a wife outside +the pale of that body. His Nonconformist blood is +strong in all his children, and not one of them now +belongs to the Established Church. Mrs. Fothergill +was the daughter of a medical man at Burnley, in +North-East Lancashire, another busy, grimy, manufacturing +town.</p> + +<p>"I, however," says your young hostess, "knew very +little of these northern towns, or the characteristics of +their people, the love of which afterwards became part +of my life, for, though my father's business was in +Manchester, our home was at Bowdon, a popular suburb +some eight or ten miles on the Cheshire side of the +great city, and as utterly different from its northern +outskirts and surroundings as if it belonged to another +world."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span></p> + +<p>Misfortune soon brought the young girl in contact +with other scenes. When she was a mere child at +school, and all her brothers and sisters very young, her +father died. Much reduced in circumstances, the +family went to live (because it appeared best, most +suitable, and convenient) at an out-of-the-way house +appertaining to a cotton mill, in an out-of-the-way +part of Lancashire, in which her father and his partner +had had a business interest.</p> + +<p>"There must have been something of the artist," +continues Jessie Fothergill, "and something also of the +vagabond in me, for I quite well remember going home +to this place for the first Christmas holidays after my +father's death and being enchanted and delighted—despite +the sorrow that overshadowed us—with the +rough roads, the wild sweeping moors and fells, the +dark stone walls, the strange, uncouth people, the out-of-the-worldness +of it all. And the better I knew it +the more I loved it, in its winter bleakness and its +tempered but delightful summer warmth. I loved its +gloom, its grey skies and green fields, the energy and +the desperate earnestness of the people, who lived and +worked there. I photographed this place minutely +under the name of Homerton in a novel called 'Healey.' +Here I passed a good many years after that turning-point +in a 'young lady's' career—leaving school. +Alas! there was little of the 'young lady' about me. +I hated company, except exactly that in which I felt +myself at home. I loved books, and read all that I +could get hold of, and have had many a rebuke for +'poring over those books' instead of qualifying myself +as a useful member of society. Almost better, I loved<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span> +my wild rambles over the moors, along the rough roads, +into every nook and corner of what would have been +a beautiful vale—the Tadmorden Valley—if man had +but left it as God had made it. But I liked the life +that was around me too, the routine of the great cotton +and flannel mills, the odd habits, the queer sayings and +doings of the workpeople. It was only when compassionate +friends or relations, wishing to be kind and to +introduce me to the world, insisted upon appearing in +carriages, presenting me with ball-dresses, and taking +me to entertainments that I was unhappy. I wove +romances, wrote them down, in an attic at the top of +the house, dreamed dreams, and lived, I can conscientiously +say, far more intensely in the lives and loves +of my imaginary characters, than even in the ambition +of some day having name and fame."</p> + +<p>Both of Jessie Fothergill's two first books "Healey" +and "Aldyth," according to her own account "fell flat +and dead to the ground." Nothing daunted, however, +by their failure, she paused for a while before writing +anything more. Soon after their publication, she paid +two visits to the Continent as the guest of friends, +delighting much in all the new and wonderful things +she saw. But the real enjoyment of foreign life came +on a subsequent journey, when, with a sister and two +young friends, she found herself established in a +German boarding-house at Dusseldorf, on the Rhine, +utterly without any of the luxurious hotels, drives, +dinners, or any correct sight-seeing which she had enjoyed +on her former visits, but with a thousand +interests brought by the opening of a new life, the +wonderful discovery of German music, the actual<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span> +hearing of all the delightful things she had previously +only heard of, which naturally inspired her imagination +and fancy. At Dusseldorf she began to write +"The First Violin," weaving into the scenes which +passed every day before her eyes a series of imaginary +adventures of imaginary beings. It was written "in +spasms," she says—often altered, again completely +changed in plot and incident several times, and it was +not actually finished for a very long time after it was +begun.</p> + +<p>During the fifteen months spent at Dusseldorf she +took every opportunity of studying the German +language and life, and at the expiration of that time +she went back to England—"to the house at the +end of the world," she says, smiling; "and soon +after my return I took a secretaryship, my heart +in my books, making several efforts to get some +enterprising publisher to take 'The First Violin.' I +went to the firm who had brought out my two first +unlucky efforts, but they kindly and parentally +advised me, for the sake of whatever literary reputation +I might have obtained, not to publish the novel +I submitted to them. Much nettled at this, I replied, +somewhat petulantly, that I acknowledged their right +to refuse it, but not to advise me in the matter, and +I <i>would</i> publish it. Next I took it to another firm +who made it a rule never to bring out any novels +except those of some promise. If it were possible +to grant the premises of my story, the action itself +was consistent enough, but it was up in the clouds +and (though so elevated) was below their mark. +Finally Mr. Bentley took pity on it, and brought<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span> +it out in three-volume form, first running it through +the pages of <i>Temple Bar</i>. Since that time I have +not experienced any difficulty in disposing of my +wares, though continuous and severe ill-health has +been a constant restraint on their rapid production, +and has also kept me quiet and obliged me to seek +rest and avoid excitement at the expense of many +an acquaintance and many a pleasure I should have +been glad to enjoy."</p> + +<p>On looking back, Jessie Fothergill cannot remember +anything which caused her to write beyond the desire +to do it. Her first attempts began when she was a +mere child. Passionately fond of fairy tales, or any +other, good, bad, or indifferent, she read them all, +literally living in them when doing so. Then at +school she used to instigate the other girls to write +stories, because she wished to do so herself. She +would tell them marvellous romances, which she had +either read or invented. Her talent for writing fiction +cannot be called hereditary, since the only family +literary productions of which she is aware are a +volume or two of sermons preached by some Fothergill +who was a Friend, a missionary, and a man of note +in his time. "Then, long ago," says the author, +"there was a celebrated Dr. John Fothergill in +London. I came across his name in one of the +volumes of Horace Walpole's letters. He not only +made a fortune, but wrote books—purely professional +ones, I imagine. My father's people were brought +up narrowly as regards literature and accomplishments, +as was the fashion in his sect in that day, +but he himself was an insatiable devourer of novels<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</a></span> +and poetry, and introduced me to the works of Dickens +and Walter Scott, exacting a promise that I should +not read more than three chapters of any given book +in one day, a promise which was faithfully kept, but +with great agony of mind."</p> + +<p>Jessie Fothergill forms her plots as follows: She +imagines some given situation, and works round it, +as it were, till she gets the story, all the characters +except the two or three principal ones coming gradually. +Next she writes them out, first in a rough draft, +the end of which often contradicts the beginning, but +she knows what she means by that time. Then it +is all copied out and arranged, as she has settled it +clearly in her mind. She is quick in composing, +but slow in deciding which course the story shall +take, as all the people are very real to her, and +sometimes unkindly refuse to be disposed of according +to her original intentions. "I write much more +slowly," says Miss Fothergill, "and much less frequently +now that my health is so indifferent. As a +child I learnt very quickly, and sometimes forgot +equally quickly, but never anything that really interested +me. I remember winning one prize only +at a very early age, and choosing the most brightly +bound of the books from which I had to select. It +has always been my great regret that I did not +receive a classical education. If I had, I would have +turned it to some purpose; but when I was a child, +music, for which I had absolutely no gift, was +drummed into me, and a little French, German and +Italian I have learnt for myself since." "The Lasses +of Leverhouse" was her third book, but "The First<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</a></span> +Violin" scored her first success. It went through +several editions, and was followed by "Probation," +"Kith and Kin," "The Wellfields," "Borderland," +"Peril," and "From Moor Isles." Most of these +passed first through <i>Temple Bar</i> before being issued +in book form, and each has been warmly welcomed +and favourably reviewed. Some have appeared in +Indian and Australian journals, and nearly all her +works are to be found in the <i>Tauchnitz</i> edition. "A +March in the Ranks" is the author's latest book. +Besides these, she has written numerous short stories, +among them, "Made or Marred," "One of Three," and +a great many articles and essays for newspapers and +magazines.</p> + +<p>Full of interest and incident, carefully and conscientiously +worked out, there is one prevailing characteristic +running through all Miss Fothergill's novels. She is +thoroughly straightforward and honest. Hating shams +of all kinds, she pictures what seem to be things that +happen, with due license for arranging the circumstances +and catastrophes artistically and dramatically. +"The First Violin" is a book for all time; "Probation," +"Kith and Kin," "Peril" and "The Wellfields," are +decidedly nineteenth century stories, as many of the +interesting questions of the day appear in them, and +it is evident that the said questions occupied the +gifted writer's mind not a little. "I have absolutely +no sympathy," she says, "with what is often called +realism now, the apotheosis of all that is ugly in +man's life, feelings, and career, told in a minute, +laborious way, and put forth as if it were a discovery. +Life is as full of romance as Italy is full of roses.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span> +It is as full of prose as Lancashire is full of factory +chimneys. I have always tried to be impartial in +my writings, and to let the pendulum swing from +good to bad, from bad to good; that has been my +aim when I could detach myself enough from my +characters." Here Miss Fothergill draws off a seal +ring which she long ago had engraved with the motto +she chose to guide her through life. "Good fight, +good rest," she adds. "It embodies all I have of +religious creed. It means a good deal when you +come to think of it."</p> + +<p>Miss Fothergill is a great reader. She delights +especially in Ruskin, Darwin, Georges Sand, and +George Eliot's works, which she says have solaced +many an hour of pain and illness. In lighter literature +she prefers some of Anthony Trollope's novels, and +considers Mrs. Gaskell's "Sylvia's Lovers" one of the +masterpieces of English fiction, and "Wuthering +Heights" as absolutely unique and unapproachable. +Herbert Spencer and Freeman are great favourites, +whilst in poetry Browning stands first of all in her +affections, and next to him, Morris, Goethe, and bits +of Walt Whitman. Of her own works she remarks +modestly, "It seems to me that I have not much +to say of them. What little I have done has been +done entirely by my own efforts, unassisted by friends +at court, or favour of any kind. It has been a regret +that owing to my having never lived in London I +have not mixed more with scientific or literary people, +and that I only know them through their books."</p> + +<p>The author having studied her "Lewis' Topographical +Dictionary" to such good purpose, is thoroughly con<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span>versant +with her own native city, and its doings past +and present, she has therefore much interesting information +to impart about its ancient history, the +sources of its wealth, and the origin of the place, +which is so remarkable for the importance of its +manufactures and the great extent of its trade. Manchester +may be traced back to a very remote period +of antiquity. It was once distinguished as a principal +station of the Druid priests, and was for four +centuries occupied by the Romans, being amply provided +with everything requisite for the subsistence +and accommodation of the garrison established in it. +It was as long ago as 1352 that the manufacture +of "Manchester cottons" was introduced, and the +material was in reality a kind of woollen cloth made +from the fleece in an unprepared state. In that period +Flemish artisans settled in the town, where, finding +so many natural advantages, they laid the foundations +of the trade and brought the woollen manufacture to a +great degree of perfection. Nor is the industrious city +without later historical reminiscences. In 1744 Prince +Charles Edward visited Manchester, where he was +hospitably entertained for several weeks at Ancoat's +Hall, the house of Sir Edward Moseley, Bart., returning +the following year at the head of an army +of 6000 men, when he took up his quarters at the +house of Mr. Dickenson in Market Place. In 1768 +Christian, King of Denmark, lodged with his suite +at the ancient Bull Inn. Early in the present century +the Archdukes John and Lewis of Austria, accompanied +by a retinue of scientific men, spent some time +in the place, and in 1817 the late Emperor of Russia,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span> +then the Grand Duke Nicholas, visited Manchester to +inspect the aqueducts and excavations at Worsley, and +was escorted all over the principal factories.</p> + +<p>But the shades of evening draw on; London must +be reached to-night, and having likewise been +"hospitably entertained," you bid Jessie Fothergill +good-bye, with an earnest hope that under southern +skies, and in warmer latitudes, she may soon regain +her lost health and strength.</p> + + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> Since the serial publication of these sketches the death of the +gifted writer has taken place.</p></div> + + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[Pg 198]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="LADY_DUFFUS_HARDY" id="LADY_DUFFUS_HARDY"></a>LADY DUFFUS HARDY.</h2> + +<h2>IZA DUFFUS HARDY.</h2> + + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 50%;"> +<img src="images/img198.jpg" width="100%" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>At the uppermost end of the long Portsdown Road, +which stretches from near St. Saviour's Church away +up to Carlton Road, and runs almost parallel with +Maida Vale, there stands a large and lofty block of +flats known as Portsdown Mansions. In one of these, +a cosy suite of rooms on the parlour floor, arranged so +as to form a complete maisonette, an industrious +mother, Lady Duffus Hardy, and her only child, Iza, +tread hand in hand along the paths of literature.</p> + +<p>Whilst mounting the broad stone steps which lead +to the entrance door, and ere pressing the electric bell, +a fierce barking is heard within, but it is only the big +good-natured black dog "Sam," keeping faithful watch +over his mistresses. The hall door opens, and displays +a half-bred pointer whose well-groomed, satin-like coat +gives evidence of the care and attention lavished upon +him. He is a great pet, and is generally known as the +"Household Treasure" or "Family Joy." He inspects +you, is apparently satisfied with his scrutiny, wags his +tail, and solemnly precedes you into the pleasant home-like +drawing-room, where he first keeps a furtive eye +on you as you glance around, and presently, in the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span>most comical way, brings up his favourite playmate, +an equally jet-black cat, to be stroked and petted, and +then departs as if to fetch his mistress. It is all very +bright and cheerful: a fair-sized, lofty room, the prevailing +tints of pale sage green, with heavy damask +curtains, which do not, however, exclude the brilliant +glow of sunlight streaming in through an unusually +broad window, for Lady Duffus Hardy likes plenty of +light, and wisely maintains that people, like plants, +thrive best in sunshine.</p> + +<p>She certainly justifies her belief. The door opens, +and, duly escorted by "Sam," a tall, portly gentlewoman +of commanding and dignified presence, with +cordial and hearty manner, enters. Her gown of +violet velvet harmonizes well with her nearly white +hair, which contrasts so favourably with her dark eyebrows +and brown eyes. These last have a sparkle of +merriment and fun in them, for Lady Hardy is of that +pleasant and genial disposition, which loves to look on +the best side of people and things, and she is consequently +popular with old and young alike. She tells +you that she is a Londoner <i>pur et simple</i>; that she +was born in Fitzroy Square, when that part of town +was in its zenith, and was a favourite locality for great +artists, Sir W. Ross, R.A., the celebrated miniature +painter, and Sir Charles Eastlake, late President of the +Royal Academy, being among their number.</p> + +<p>With the exception of a few years spent at Addlestone, +where her daughter was born, Lady Hardy has +passed all her life in London, residing for many years +in the pretty house, standing in the midst of a large +and well-wooded garden in St. John's Wood, where she<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</a></span> +used to give delightful Saturday evening parties, which +are still pleasantly remembered by her friends.<a name="FNanchor_2_2" id="FNanchor_2_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a></p> + +<p>Lady Hardy was an only child. Her father, Mr. T. +C. McDowell, died five months before her birth, at the +untimely age of twenty-six, when on the threshold of +a promising career, and her early-widowed mother, +resolving that she should never be sent to school, had +her educated entirely at home under her own eye, and +only parted with her on her marriage with Mr., afterwards +Sir Thomas Duffus Hardy, D.C.L., Deputy +Keeper of Her Majesty's Records (first at the Tower +and later at the Rolls House), who died in 1879. +"Rarely," says Lady Hardy, "has there been a man at +once so learned and so good." Whilst wading in the +deep fields of historic research, he did not disdain some +of the lighter portions of literature; indeed, the +prefaces to many of his historical collections were +written in such an entertaining and pleasant vein, that +they by themselves would make delightful essays in +any magazine of the present day. With all his +laborious occupation—for which he used to declare the +year was so short that he must make it into fourteen +months by stealing the balance out of the night—Sir +Thomas Duffus Hardy maintained that the busiest +people have ever the most leisure, and he always had +time to spare to enjoy the society of his friends. It +may be truly said of him that seldom did twenty-four +hours pass without his showing some act of kindness +to one or other of them. This sympathetic and amiable +trait of character has caused his name to be remembered +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span>with lasting affection and respect, not only by the +erudite scholar, but among his personal friends.</p> + +<p>Though always fond of writing, Lady Hardy did not +actually set to work seriously at story-making until +after her marriage. Then, living in an atmosphere of +literature, she began to occupy her leisure hours with +her pen, and, having taken much trouble to collect +her materials, she wrote "Two Catherines" (Macmillan) +and "Paul Wynter's Sacrifice," which went well, and +was soon translated into French. This success encouraged +her to write "Lizzie," "Madge," "Beryl Fortescue," +and "A Hero's Work," all of which were published in +three volumes by Messrs. Hurst and Blackett. "Daisy +Nicholl" was brought out first by Sampson Low and +Co., and then in America, where it was received with +much favour, and had a large sale. Her latest novel, +"A Dangerous Experiment" (Mr. F. V. White), came +out in 1888. During the last two or three years Lady +Hardy has written many short stories for high-class +magazines and Christmas numbers, which are all +bright in dialogue and vigorous in design.</p> + +<p>Full of indomitable energy, the author has lately +turned her attention to journalism, and is writing a +series of articles on social subjects, "which interest me +so deeply," she says, laughing, "that I sometimes think +of leaving novel-making entirely to Iza." Two of +these papers recall themselves particularly to mind at +the moment as possessing singular merit—one called +"The Morality of Mercy" and the other "Free Pardon." +The former was quoted and much complimented in Mr. +Donald Nichol's book, "Man's Revenge," an interesting +work on the reform of administration of the criminal<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[Pg 202]</a></span> +law, a subject in which Lady Hardy and her daughter +take a keen interest.</p> + +<p>At this juncture Miss Iza Duffus Hardy comes into +the room. She is dressed in a flowered "Liberty" +silk tea-gown, with black facings. She bears a striking +likeness to her late distinguished father. She, too, is +tall, but slight and fragile-looking, pale in complexion, +with soft hazel eyes, and brown hair worn in coils +round her head. Whilst she does the honours of the +tea-tray, you have leisure to look around. Lady +Hardy's Chippendale writing-table stands in the +window, and her ink-stand is a beautiful bronze model +of Titian's own, and was sent to her from Venice. +There is a carved Venetian bracket on each side of the +fireplace; on one stands some fancy glass work, and +on the other a lovely Cyprus vase, a perfect <i>replica</i> of +the third century model. The richly-carved jar, +flanked on either side by terra-cotta statuettes, is +handsome in itself and is treasured because it was a +gift from the late Mr. S. C. Hall, who, together with his +wife, was an intimate and valued friend of your +hostesses. Yonder, on a cabinet, is a large bust of +Clytie, also in terra-cotta. Amongst the pictures are, +notably, a little gem in oils by Ernest Parton, and a +fine water-colour drawing of Durham by Mr. W. H. +Brewer. The bookcase is filled with autograph copies +by many of their friends, principally Julian Hawthorne, +the late Mr. Hepworth Dixon, Mr. and Mrs. S. C. Hall, +Mr. P. B. Marston, and Mr. Cordy Jeaffreson. It also +contains a goodly collection of Lady and Miss Hardy's +favourite poets which are evidently often used. There +are volumes of Rossetti, Browning, Morris, Swinburne,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[Pg 203]</a></span> +and some by Philip Bourke Marston, the blind poet, +son of Dr. Westland Marston. Over the couch is +spread a large patchwork coverlet, which was made +and embroidered by Miss Hardy, who is as much at +home with the needle as with the pen.</p> + +<p>A year after their bereavement, the mother and +daughter having long entertained a desire to visit +America, determined to make a trip across the Atlantic +in 1880. After passing several pleasant weeks in +Canada, enjoying delightful glimpses of the social life +in Ottawa and Toronto, they visited Niagara Falls, +stayed awhile in New York, and then travelled over +the Rocky Mountains to San Francisco, "where," says +Miss Hardy, "we spent a thoroughly pleasant winter, +and received so much genuine kindness and hospitality +that it has endeared the name of the country to us +ever since," and she goes on to tell you that, amongst +many acts of courtesy shown to them—the courtesy +which is so freely displayed to women travelling alone +in America—there was one from a fellow-traveller, who +did not even know their name, until by chance it transpired, +when the discovery was made that he had been +intimately acquainted in his youth with Sir Thomas +Hardy, who had given him his first start in life forty +years before, and of whose letters he possessed a large +packet. On their return journey they visited Boston, +where they made the acquaintance of Oliver Wendell +Holmes, and spent a delightful day with the poet +Longfellow at his country residence at Nahant.</p> + +<p>In the following spring Lady and Miss Duffus +Hardy returned home, but a year later the restless +spirit of travel again took hold of them, and they<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span> +decided to make a second tour in America, this time +embracing the Southern States, and visiting the chief +cities of Virginia, South Carolina, Georgia, and Florida, +on their way to New Orleans, where they met General +Beauregard, the renowned Confederate leader, whose +thrilling reminiscences of the great struggle of 1863-5 +Miss Hardy says they can "never forget, any more +than they can forget his unfailing kindness and attention." +The experiences of all these expeditions were +embodied by Lady Hardy in her books "Through +Cities and Prairie Lands," and "Down South," both of +which were successful and well received.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 50%;"> +<img src="images/img204.jpg" width="100%" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>Inheriting talent from both parents, and reared +among literary surroundings, Iza Duffus Hardy naturally +turned to writing at a very early age. Before she +was fifteen she had planned and begun a novel. +Always of a retiring and studious nature, she describes +her lessons as having been no trouble to her, and her +greatest punishment would have been to deprive her of +them. Being an only and delicate child, her parents +did not like her to be much away from home, so she +was only sent to school for about two years, receiving +all the rest of her education at home. "But I think," +says Miss Hardy, "that I learned more from my father +than from all my teachers put together."</p> + +<p>Her choice of reading was carefully guided, and an +early determination was made that before all things +she would be thorough and conscientious in her work.</p> + +<p>Her two first novels, "Not Easily Jealous" and +"Glencairn," were followed in rapid succession by "A +Broken Faith," "Only a Love Story," and "Love, +Honour, and Obey." These two last were originally +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span>brought out by Hurst and Blackett, but have been +since published by Mr. F. V. White in a single volume. +Then came a short rest, after which the young author +wrote "The Girl He Did Not Marry," of which Messrs. +Hutchinson are about to produce a new edition in +their "Popular Series." Then the first journey to San +Francisco gave Miss Hardy fresh ground to break, and +suggested the leading ideas of the incidents and +graphic description of the life in the beautiful Californian +valleys, so charmingly depicted in "Hearts +and Diamonds" and "The Love that He Passed By" +(F. V. White).</p> + +<p>"The nucleus of this plot," says Iza Duffus Hardy, +"was a story told to me by a fellow-passenger on the +cars, who had been governor of the gaol at the time of +the attack by the Vigilantes. I connected that with +certain incidents in a celebrated murder trial which +was going on about that time, and built up all the rest +of the story around those scenes."</p> + +<p>"Love in Idleness" is a picture drawn from the life, +of a winter spent among the orange groves of South +Florida, a happy and peaceful time of which Lady +Hardy and her daughter speak most enthusiastically, +and declare to have been quite idyllic, the days gliding +away in dream-like fashion, boating on the lakes, +driving through the open woods of the rolling pine +lands, and lounging on the piazzas, enjoying the +exquisite effects of the morning sunshine, the sunset +hazes, or the glorious tropical moonlight. Besides +these books, Iza Duffus Hardy has also embodied +her American experiences in two interesting volumes, +"Oranges and Alligators" (Ward and Downey) and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[Pg 206]</a></span> +"Between Two Oceans." The former in particular +made such a decided hit that the first edition was +exhausted in two or three weeks. This work, widely noticed +and quoted, was strongly recommended by +many papers to the attention of parents about to send +their sons abroad, as giving a fair and true picture, +showing both sides of life in Florida.</p> + +<p>Asking Miss Hardy for a peep at her study, she +leads the way to a comfortable little room at the back +of the house, which she calls her "cabin." Here she +works from 10 a.m. to 1 p.m. daily, though she confesses +to taking occasionally an extra hour or two late +in the afternoon, and, the conversation turning on +plots, she tells you how she constructs her own. "I +always," she observes, "have the story completely planned +out before I begin to write it. I often alter details as +I go on, but never depart from the main lines. My +usual way of making a plot is to build up on and +around the principal situation. I get the picture of +the strongest scene—the crisis of the story—well into +my mind. I see that this situation necessitates a certain +group of characters standing in given situations +towards each other. Then I let these characters speak +for themselves in my mind, and if they do not individualize +themselves, I never feel that I can portray +them satisfactorily. Having got the characters formed, +and the foundation of the story laid, I build up the +superstructure just as an artist would first get in the +outline of his central group in the foreground, and then +sketch out the background and the details."</p> + +<p>Miss Hardy's later work, "A New Othello," ran first +as a serial through <i>London Society</i>, and was afterwards<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[Pg 207]</a></span> +published by Mr. F. V. White in three volumes. It +deals largely with hypnotism, and not only to those +readers who are interested in this subject, but also to +the genuine fiction-lover, it is evident that she has +handled the matter in a masterly and skilful style, and +has put excellent work into it. Before beginning this +book she fully read up the details of hypnotism, studying +all the accounts of Dr. Charcot's experiments, whilst +Dr. Morton, of New York, personally related to her the +interesting episodes from his own experience, which +are so ably worked into the story. The author is also +an occasional contributor of a biographical article, or +a fugitive poem, or a short sketch, to various magazines, +and she has just finished another book, called +"Woman's Loyalty," now running through the pages +of <i>Belgravia</i>, which she says has been somewhat +delayed, owing to a sharp attack of inflammation of +the eyes, from which she has now happily recovered.</p> + +<p>And so the busy days glide on, in peaceful contentment; +not that these interesting, amiable gentlewomen +shut themselves from society. On the contrary, their +receptions are crowded with friends well known in the +world of fashion, of literature, and of art. Work alternates +with many social pleasures and amusements. +Both being worshippers of music and the drama, concerts +and theatres are an endless source of enjoyment +to them. Perhaps one secret of their popularity may +lie in the fact that they always have a good word to +say of everyone, and it is well known to their many +friends that they may rely as confidently upon their +loyalty as upon their sympathy.</p> + +<p>Over the well-filled bookstand in the dining-room<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</a></span> +hangs the picture of Lady Duffus Hardy, taken in her +early married life. Except that the figure is slender +and the hair dark, the likeness is still excellent. On +one side of this painting there is a large-sized engraving +of a portrait of Admiral Sir Thomas Hardy, of the +Blue Squadron, painted in 1714, and on the other is a +portrait of the late Lord Romilly, whose memory is +treasured by your hostess as that of a kind and valued +friend. The cuckoo clock opposite used to hang in +Philip Bourke Marston's study, and was bequeathed to +Miss Hardy, together with some other souvenirs, in +memory of their life-long friendship.</p> + +<p>A photograph of Mr. Henry Irving occupies a prominent +place, and leads Lady Hardy to speak of the +theatre. "I am very fond of the drama," she remarks, +"and though I can thoroughly enjoy a good melodrama +once in a way, yet I prefer plays of a more +serious kind. I am a great admirer of Mr. Irving. +Few actors, in my opinion, excel as he does both in +tragedy and comedy. I think that the most intellectual +treat I ever had was in witnessing the performances +of <i>Othello</i> when Henry Irving and Edwin +Booth alternated the characters of Iago and Othello. +Irving's Iago struck me as a subtle and masterly +study. Salvini, too, realised most thoroughly my conception +of Othello. He is indeed the ideal Moor of +Venice. In New York we used to enjoy immensely +the classic plays which are too seldom seen in London, +such as <i>Coriolanus</i>, <i>Julius Cæsar</i>, and <i>Virginius</i>."</p> + +<p>A visit to the theatre is in contemplation this +evening; so, having been beguiled into making an +unusually long but most enjoyable visit, you take<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[Pg 209]</a></span> +leave of Lady and Miss Duffus Hardy, with sympathetic +admiration for the happy home life in which +daily work is sweetened by harmony and affection. +As Miss Hardy quoted the noble utterance, "Justice is +the bed rock of all the virtues," you cannot help feeling +that here are two women who at least endeavour to act +up to their ideal.</p> + + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_2" id="Footnote_2_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> Since the serial publication of these sketches the death of the +much beloved and respected writer has taken place.</p></div> + + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[Pg 210]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="MAY_CROMMELIN" id="MAY_CROMMELIN"></a>MAY CROMMELIN.</h2> + + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 50%;"> +<img src="images/img210.jpg" width="100%" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>The story of May Crommelin's life may be said to +be divided into three parts. First, the period of +her childish and girlish days in Ireland; next, that, +when after the beginning of Irish land troubles, her +family were enforced absentees, and suffering from +anxieties and prolonged illness; and thirdly, during +the last four years, when her London life began. The +following is a brief account of her first home:—</p> + +<p>On the east coast of Ireland there lies a long narrow +neck of land, which, jutting out at the entrance to +Belfast Lough, curves down by the coast of Down, +and is called The Ards. Midway in it, where for an +Irish mile "and a bit" the ground slopes upward from +the shore, a tower rising just above the woods is a +landmark for ships at sea. This is Carrowdore Castle, +the home of the late Mr. de la Cherois-Crommelin, +where May Crommelin (his second daughter and one +of a large family) was reared.</p> + +<p>The house, now belonging to her only brother, looks +away at a dark blue belt of Irish Sea, across which +on clear days after thunderstorms the Scotch coast +and even houses are visible. Ailsa Craig has the +appearance of a haycock on the northern horizon, and +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[Pg 211]</a></span>lying more southward the Isle of Man seems but a +blurred mass. Behind is the salt backwater of Strangford +Lough, and this arm of sea keeps the temperature +so moist that snow rarely lies long, and the humid +nature of the soil causes the garden of Carrowdore +facing south to luxuriate in giant tree-myrtles, sweet +verbenas, and even hot-house flowers growing out of +doors. It is somewhat lonely in winter when the +wind blows over the bare low hills that have caused +The Ards to be compared to "a basket of eggs," but +pleasant in summer and picturesque when its environing +woods are green, when the corncrakes call from +the meadows on June evenings, and the Orange drums +beat along the lanes.</p> + +<p>Such was May de la Cherois-Crommelin's early +home. Her present abode is a pretty flat near +Victoria Street. It seems quite appropriate that a +well-filled bookcase should be the first thing that +greets the eye as the hall door opens and admits you +into a long carpeted passage, lined with a high dado +of blue-and-white Indian matting, above which, on +art paper of the same colours, hang several framed +photographs, reminiscences of the Rhine, Nuremberg, +and the Engadine. A little way down on the left is +Miss Crommelin's writing-room, which is laid down +with Indian matting, and contains an unusually large, +workmanlike-looking writing-table, replete with little +drawers, big drawers, and raised desk. The principal +feature of this room is a carved oak fireplace, reaching +nearly to the ceiling, and which is quite original in +design and execution. There is a handsome old +oak dower chest standing near the window, here an<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[Pg 212]</a></span> +antique "ball-and-claw" footed table, and there a few +good Chippendale chairs.</p> + +<p>But whilst you are taking a brief scrutiny around, +Miss Crommelin enters. It is very easy to describe +her. She is certainly above the middle height, but +looks taller than she really is by reason of her absolutely +faultless figure. It is exquisitely moulded, and +every movement is graceful. The good-shaped head +and slender neck are well set on her shoulders, fair +chestnut-coloured hair curls over a low, wide brow. +The eyes, large and of the real Irish grey, are fringed +with long lashes, she has a straight nose, and the +expression of mouth and chin is that of dignity and +repose. Her manner is peculiarly gentle and sweet, +and her voice is pleasant to the ear. The long, dark +blue velvet tea-gown that she wears, with its paler +blue satin front folded in at the shapely waist, becomes +her well, and harmonises with the artistic decorations +of her pretty little drawing-room into which she has +taken you. The curtains are made of some art blue +fabric, the walls are pale yellow with a lighter frieze +above, and are encrusted with memories of the last +three or four years, when the author first set up +housekeeping in London. All the woodwork is of +dark walnut, as are the overmantel and <i>étagère</i>, the +doors are panelled with Japanese raised paper, a long +carved bracket has an excellent background of choice +photographs, and there is a delightful little "cosy +corner," draped with dark terra-cotta and blue tapestry, +over which is a carved rail and shelf filled with odds +and ends of china, pet bits of blue Dutch delft, and +quaint little old brasses and bronzes from Munich and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[Pg 213]</a></span> +Florence. There is an Innocenza framed in box-wood, +and on the small tables yonder are some little carved +wooden <i>stovi</i> such as are used in Holland, an old-fashioned +brass Lucernina, and many more little +souvenirs, all of which she has gathered together on +foreign excursions. Amongst the pictures there is +one which Miss Crommelin particularly values—it is +a large and beautiful etching of Joan of Arc, by +Rajon, who presented it to her shortly before his +death, with an inscription in his own handwriting.</p> + +<p>Some photographs of Carrowdore on the table close +by lead you to ask her for some particulars of her +people. "Mr. Smiles remarked to me," she says, +"'Yours is a historical name' (he has written about us +in his 'Huguenots'). I will try to think about some +little family incidents, though I am afraid that to +talk about my family will rather bore you, but I can +briefly tell you the first that we know of them is in +the archives of Ghent. In 1133 the Count of Flanders +concluded an 'Accord' between the Abbot of St. Pierre +de Gand and Walter Crommelin concerning the domain +of Testress. In 1303, one Heinderic Crommelin was +three times burgomaster of Der Kuere, near Ghent. I +have been told it is strange that simple burghers had +a surname in the twelfth and thirteenth centuries."</p> + +<p>Later on came those terrible times of the persecutions +in the Netherlands, when women were buried alive, +and men were burned at the stake for their faith. The +Crommelins fled to France, and a pious ancestor of +that day wrote the history of their adventures, which +record is preserved in the British Museum. It begins, +"<i>Au nom de Dieu. Armand Crommelin et sa<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[Pg 214]</a></span> +femme vivoient dans le Seizième Siécle, dans un tems +de troubles, de guerres, de persécutions cruelles, etc.</i>" +This was their first flight. In France they prospered +exceedingly by special favour of Henri IV., until came +the Edict of Nantes. But acting on the old Huguenot +motto, "Mieux vaut quitter patrie que foi," they chose +exile rather than renounce their religion. This time, +one brother escaped with difficulty to Holland, where +his descendants still reside, but another, Louis Crommelin, +offered his sword to William of Orange, crossed +with him to England, and finally settled in the north +of Ireland, where he brought Huguenot weavers and +taught the linen trade, which is one of the greatest +sources of Ulster's commercial prosperity. To this day +his name is honoured as a benefactor, and he received +a Royal grant from William III., which founded anew +the fortunes of his family.</p> + +<p>The de la Cherois, who were of a noble family in +Champagne, also fled with difficulty from France. +They and the Crommelins were closely connected by +marriage, and also married into other families of the +little Huguenot colony in Ulster. "Perhaps this +keeping to themselves preserved their foreign characteristics +longer and their faith stronger," says your +hostess. "Then one ancestress—we have her picture +at home, taken in a flowing white gown, and piled-up +curls—married the last Earl of Mount Alexander. At +her death she left the present County Down estate to +my great-grandfather. He first, I think, took unto +himself a wife of the daughters of Heth. She was a +beautiful Miss Dobbs, of the family now living at +Castle Dobbs in County Antrim. I must show you a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[Pg 215]</a></span> +photograph of her portrait. Would it not make a +lovely fancy dress?—the grey gown with puffed sleeves +and neck-ruffle, and wide riding-hat and feathers. +Then my grandfather married the Honourable Elizabeth +de Moleyns, Lord Ventry's daughter. You see her +picture is scanty skirted, with the waist under the +arms. My grandfather must have been rather too +splendid in his ideas. Some of these were for improving +the country generally, as well as his own +estate, but he lost many thousands in trying to carry +them into practice. I must tell you that an ancestress, +Judith de la Cherois, escaped from France with her +sister by riding at night across the country, their +jewels sewn in their dresses. She lived to be 113, and +was quite strong to the last, and though she lived fifty +years in Ireland she could never speak English, which +she said, with vexation, was because people laughed +rudely at her first attempts.</p> + +<p>If it be true that the girl is mother to the woman +(to change the proverb), then May Crommelin still +retains some characteristics of her childhood. A shy +child, sensitive to an intense degree, and shrinking +from the observation of strangers, her great delight +when small was to be allowed to run almost wild +about the woods and fields with her little brothers +and sisters, and to visit all the tenant-farmers' houses, +where the children from the Castle were always +warmly welcomed, and regaled with tea, and oatmeal +or potato cakes, in the parlour. In these later years +she still retains the intense love of nature that she +had then, and her descriptions of scenery have ever +been praised as word-painting of rare fidelity. Taking<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[Pg 216]</a></span> +in her impressions early she produced them later in +a book called "Orange Lily," which proved how well +she knew the peasant life of Ulster, a work which +was declared by good judges to be absolutely faithful, +while she herself was proud to find the farmers on +her father's estates in Down and Antrim had copies +of the book sent home from America, where it could +be bought cheap, and where the many immigrants +from the "Ould Country" welcomed it.</p> + +<p>At five years of age she could read fluently, and +thenceforth through childhood she read so ardently +that, having then defective vision, though unfortunately +it was unnoticed, it probably contributed to a +delicacy of eyesight that still troubles her. All the +children used to improvise, and from seven years old +there hardly ever was a time when May and her elder +sister had not a story, written on their copybook paper, +stuffed into their pockets to read to each other at +night. The girls did not go to school, but were educated +by foreign governesses, and Miss Crommelin has +not forgotten the miseries she and her sister went +through under the tuition of one whom she calls "that +charming fiend," and there is somewhat of indignation +in her gentle voice as she recalls her experiences.</p> + +<p>"I believe," she says, "that one's character is greatly +influenced for life by the events of one's childhood. +Mine was. A boy may be made or marred at his +public school, a girl likewise looks back to her governess +as the mistress of her mind and manners. We +had one for three or four years who was so plausible +that I am not surprised in later years, our mother used +to say with regretful bewilderment she could not<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[Pg 217]</a></span> +understand how it was that she never knew our sufferings. +Ulster was gay in those days, and our parents +were often absent on visits of a week or so, all through +the winter. Our mother was highly accomplished, and +we were always anxious to be praised by her for progress +in the schoolroom. Our tormentor devised a +punishment for us when she was offended (and she +seemed to hate us because we were children) of not +correcting our lessons. For weeks we blundered at +the piano or brought her our French exercises—returned +with a sneer—while swallowing our indignant +tears, knowing well how our dulness and inattention +would be complained of on our parents' return. +She poisoned our innocent pleasures, and I can still +remember how our hearts stood still at that catlike +footstep, but," Miss Crommelin adds, with a laugh, "I +put her into one of my books, 'My Love, she's but a +Lassie,' under the guise of a cruel stepmother!" A +curious incident happened to this smiling hypocrite. +The servants execrated her, and one day in the +nursery, when the poor little girls had whispered +some new woe into the ears of two or three of the +warm-hearted maids, one of them exclaimed, slowly +and solemnly, the while pointing out of the window to +the enemy standing below: "Madam Mosel, I wish you +an illness that may lay you on your back for months!" +Soon afterwards the malediction was fulfilled. The +governess became ailing, took to the sofa for weeks, +and was obliged to leave. Both servants and children +were much awed, and quite convinced that it was a +"judgment."</p> + +<p>Next came a kindly German, who found the children<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[Pg 218]</a></span> +eager to be taught, and she was not loath to gratify +them, but rather beyond their expectations. "I remember," +says Miss Crommelin, "after a long morning +and afternoon's spell of lessons, her idea of a winter +evening's recreation was for my sister and self to +read aloud 'Schiller's Thirty Years' War.' Meanwhile, +the wind would be howling 'in turret and tree,' making +such goblin music as I have never heard elsewhere. +We were happy for two years under this good woman."</p> + +<p>When about sixteen years of age, May and her +sister began secretly to contribute to a paper which +kindly offered to print beginners' tales on payment of +half-a-crown. Alas! that bubble burst, as many a +youthful writer has found out for herself.</p> + +<p>Reared in the very heart of the country, and growing +up with little or no society of other young people, the +children were warmly attached to each other. May +Crommelin describes her elder sister as clever, ardent, +with flashes of genius; but never, unfortunately, +finishing any tales, and exercising much of the same +sort of influence over her as Emily Brontë over her +sister Charlotte. By and by, when schoolroom days +ended, came the usual gaieties of a young girl introduced +into Irish county society, much livelier then +than during later years. There were the usual three-days' +visits to the country houses of Down and Antrim +through the autumn, when pheasants were to be shot; +or merry house-parties met by day at hunt races and +steeplechases, and filled roomy carriages at night to +drive courageously many miles to a ball. The canny +northern farmers allowed no foxes to be reared, but +still there was a good deal of sport to be had with the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[Pg 219]</a></span> +little pack of Ards harriers, of which Mr. Crommelin +was master, and the long, cold springs were sometimes +broken by a season or two in Dublin.</p> + +<p>Her first introduction to county society inspired +May Crommelin to write "Queenie." She did this +secretly, and about that time she went over to England +on a visit to a kind uncle and aunt, to whom she was +much attached. Alone with them, she confided the +secret of her literary venture, and coaxed her uncle to +take her MSS. to a publisher whose name caught her +eye. This he did, but declined to give the name of the +young author. She waited in breathless expectation, +and "thought it strange that a whole week elapsed +before their reply came." It arrived on a Sunday +morning—unluckily—because it was a good and wise +custom of the house, that no business letters should +be opened on that day. It was accordingly placed +in a locked cabinet with glass doors, where she +could at least gratify herself by looking at the +address, and never was a letter more tantalizing. +The next morning, however, her hopes were rewarded +by the joyful news of the publishers' acceptance, +with a substantial sum of money down +and a promise of so much more if the edition +sold out, which it did. On returning home she in +great trepidation told her father. He was somewhat +of a disciplinarian, and had rigid ideas on feminine +dependence and subordination, and though he did not +actually forbid her writing, he never encouraged it. +Thenceforth she wrote steadily in her own room, +sending her MSS. to the same publishers, who had +promised to take all the future works she would send<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[Pg 220]</a></span> +them, whilst another offered to reprint in the same +way cheaper editions.</p> + +<p>"Black Abbey" also followed; but shortly before +Miss Crommelin wrote "A Jewel of a Girl," which +was the result of a visit to Holland, the head of +the Crommelin family settled there wrote and asked +his distant kinsman to renew the acquaintance dropped +for so many years. This laid the foundation of future +friendship and other mutual visits, though such little +breaks were few and far between, from the island +bounded by "the melancholy ocean."</p> + +<p>As yet May Crommelin's longings from childhood +had been unfulfilled. She desired to travel, to see new +scenes, to become acquainted with literary-helpers, +critics, or advisers. Of these she knew not one, +excepting that Lord Dufferin, on his rare visits at +Clandeboye, had always a cheering word of encouragement +for his young neighbour. The late Amelia B. +Edwards, too, a friend of some relatives in England, +sent her some letters of most gratefully received +advice, and the Rev. Dr. Allon, editor of the <i>British +Quarterly Review</i>, having once, by chance, met the +young writer for two hours when he was on a visit +to Ireland, became an occasional kind correspondent +and a lasting friend. Others there were none during +these years.</p> + +<p>But dark days were coming. What seemed apparently +trifling accidents, through horses, led to bad +results. First of all, Mr. Crommelin had a fall when +out hunting, the effects of which prevented his +following for ever after his favourite sports, and his +health declined. Then a carriage accident was the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[Pg 221]</a></span> +beginning of his wife's later always increasing illness. +Their eldest daughter had not been strong, when she, +too, met with a mischance. Her horse ran away with +her, and she experienced a shock from which she never +wholly recovered. The Irish land troubles had begun; +no rents were to be expected for two years; servants +and horses had to be reduced. So, like other neighbours, +they resolved to be absentees for a while in a +milder climate, rather than endure the loneliness of +the country, far from town or doctors, and they removed +to Devonshire for two years, during which time +May's eldest sister died after a summer at Dartmoor.</p> + +<p>Meantime the young author was not idle. She +wrote "Miss Daisy Dimity," "In the West Countree," +and "Joy." These two last are both full of lovely +descriptions of moorland scenery and air, and heather +scent. Then Mrs. Crommelin became rapidly worse. +She could not bear the journey to Ireland, so they +moved to Clifton, where, after a long period of suffering, +she passed away, followed a year later by her +husband. These years of hopeless illness were a +terrible strain on the family; nevertheless, during the +intervals of watching and nursing, Miss Crommelin +wrote "Brown Eyes," a remembrance of Holland, +which little work was an immense favourite; also a +sketch called "A Visit to a Dutch Country House," +and this was translated into several Dutch papers. +Then came "Goblin Gold" in one volume, and "Love, +the Pilgrim," begun before her father's death, and +finished under the difficulties of temporary homelessness. +Left thus free to choose an abode on her +brother's returning to take possession of his Irish<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[Pg 222]</a></span> +home, May Crommelin at once resolved to come to +London, and established herself in her present home +in the cosy little flat. She describes this as "by far +the happiest period of her life." Surrounded by the +literary and artistic society she had always wished for, +a favourite with all, enjoying also the companionship +of a sister, and having opportunities for travelling when +it suits her, she declares herself quite contented.</p> + +<p>Since coming to London she has written a charming +and spirited novel, "Violet Vivian, M.F.H.," of +which she supplied the leading idea of the tale and +two-thirds of the story, the more sporting part +excepted; also "The Freaks of Lady Fortune." +"Dead Men's Dollars" is the strange but true story +of a wreck on the coast opposite her old home. +Next came "Cross Roads," and "Midge," considered +by many as her best book. Later "Mr. and Mrs. +Herries," a sweet and pathetic story, and lastly "For +the Sake of the Family." To the readers of May +Crommelin's novels it is quite apparent that the idea +of Duty is the keynote. Whilst all her works are +remarkable for their refinement and purity of thought +and style, she almost unconsciously makes her heroes +and heroines (though they are no namby-pamby creations) +struggle through life doing the duty nearest to +hand, however disagreeable the consequences or doubtful +the reward. She holds Thoreau's maxim that to <i>be</i> +good is better than to try and <i>do</i> good; indeed, the +first and greater proposition includes the latter, and +from her youth up she has loved and taken for her +motto the lines of Tennyson:—</p> + +<p class="poem"> +"And because right is right, to follow right<br /> +Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence."<br /> +</p> + + + + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[Pg 223]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="MRS_HOUSTOUN3" id="MRS_HOUSTOUN3"></a>MRS. HOUSTOUN.<a name="FNanchor_3_3" id="FNanchor_3_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a></h2> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 50%;"> +<img src="images/img223.jpg" width="100%" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>One particular Monday, near Christmas, will long be +remembered as being perhaps the most terrible day +hitherto experienced in an abnormally severe winter. +The heavy pall of dense fog which has settled over +London has disorganized the traffic and caused innumerable +accidents. Great banks of snow are piled +up high at the sides of the roads, a partial thaw has +been succeeded by a renewed severe frost, making the +pavements like ice, and causing locomotion to become +as dangerous as it is detestable. Arriving at Victoria +District Station early in the afternoon, with the intention +of paying a visit to the veteran novelist, Mrs. +Houston, in Gloucester Street, you find yourself in +Cimmerian darkness, uncertain whether to turn to +north or south, to east or west. A small boy passes +by, from whom you inquire the way, and he promptly +offers his escort thither in safety. He is as good as +his word, and after a quarter of an hour's walk you +arrive at your destination. Thankfully presenting +him with a gratuity, and expressing surprise at his +finding the road with such unerring footsteps, the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[Pg 224]</a></span> +child replies in a cheerful voice, "I live close by +here. I have been blind from my birth; darkness +and light are both alike to me"; and he goes off +whistling merrily.</p> + +<p>The septuagenarian author is upstairs in the drawing-room, +lying on a long, low, comfortable spring +couch, from which, alas! she is unable to move, some +affection of the muscles having caused a complete +uselessness of the lower limbs. She is bright and +cheerful, notwithstanding; serene and patient. Her +intellect is undimmed, her memory is perfect, her +conversation is delightful, and her dress is suitable +and picturesque. She wears a black velvet gown, +which is relieved by a full frill of old lace gathered +up round the wrists and throat, a crimson silk shawl +on her shoulders, and a lace cap with a roll round it of +the same coloured ribbon. Her hair, for which she +was famous in her childhood, is still soft and abundant, +and only changed from "the great ruddy mane of her +youth," as she calls it, to the subdued brown and grey +tints of her present age. Her eyes, of grey-blue, are +bright, and light up with keen intelligence as she converses, +and her voice is low and sweet. She is <i>grande +dame</i> to the tips of her fingers, and the small, +aristocratic-looking hands are white and well-shaped. +With an old-world courtesy of manner she combines a +juvenility of thought, and being a great reader, she is +as well up in the literature of the day as she is +in the records of the past. A brilliant <i>raconteuse</i>, +Mrs. Houston possesses a fund of anecdote, as original +as it is interesting.</p> + +<p>On each side of her couch stands within her easy<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[Pg 225]</a></span> +reach a little table, containing her favourite authors +and some writing materials, and her caligraphy is +particularly neat, small, and legible. A broad +verandah runs along the front of the house; in +summer it is her particular care, as she superintends +the training of the creepers over the wide arches, +and also the arrangement of a small conservatory, +which can be seen through the heavy Oriental +<i>portières</i> which divide the two rooms. There, a fine +plumbago creeper, with several Australian plants and +ferns flourish, which give it quite a tropical appearance.</p> + +<p>There is a great variety of old Dresden china on the +mantelpieces; a Japanese screen stands near the further +door. The book-cases in both rooms are well filled, +and so is the large round table at the side yonder; +they are kept in such method and order that Mrs. +Houstoun has only to order "the eighth book on the +top of the shelf at the right," or "the tenth book on +the lower shelf at the left," to ensure her getting the +needed volume. She calls attention to her pictures, +which are mostly of considerable value. Over the +piano hangs, in a Florentine frame, Sasso's copy of the +Madonna del Grand Duca, a painting by Schlinglandt, +which is remarkable for its extraordinary attention to +detail, and others by Vander Menlen and Zucarilli. A +vacant space on the wall has lately been occupied by +one of Bonnington's best seascapes, which she has +kindly lent for exhibition.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Houstoun is the daughter of the late Edward +Jessé, the distinguished naturalist. The family is of +French extraction. He was the representative of a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[Pg 226]</a></span> +younger and Protestant branch of the <i>Barons of Jesse +Levas</i>, one of the oldest families in Languedoc, who +emigrated after the revocation of the Edict of Nantes +to England, and bought an estate in the county of +Wilts, but when they became English country gentlemen +they dropped, like sensible people, not only the +distinctive <i>de</i>, but the accent on the final <i>e</i>, which +marked their Gallic origin. Her grandfather was the +Rev. William Jesse, incumbent of the then only Episcopalian +church of West Bromwich, Staffordshire. "I +have no very distinct personal recollection of him," +she observes, "but I have reason to believe that his +value, both as a good man and a learned divine, was +duly recognized. Bishop Horne, author of 'Commentaries +on the Psalms,' was at one time his curate." +In 1802, Mr. Jesse (then twenty years of age) was +chosen by Lord Dartmouth to be his private secretary, +and four years later, through his influential chief, he +obtained an appointment in the Royal Household. +The duties which his post as "Gentleman of the +Ewry" entailed were of the slightest, consisting +merely of an attendance in full Court dress on great +State occasions, to present on bended knee a golden +ewer filled with rose-water to the Sovereign. The +royal fingers were dipped into it and dried on a fine +damask napkin, which the "gentleman" carried on his +arm. For this occasional service the yearly pay was +three hundred pounds, together with "perquisites"; +but though the absurd and useless office was long since +done away with, whilst it existed its influence over +Mr. Jesse's prospects in life was very considerable, as it +enabled him to marry the beautiful daughter of Sir<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[Pg 227]</a></span> +John Morris, a wealthy Welsh baronet. Mrs. Houstoun's +childish days were spent first at a house in the +prettiest quarter of Richmond Park, and later on at a +cottage close to Bushey Park. "Those were the days +before the then Duke of Clarence became king, and the +Sailor-Prince showed himself to be one of the most +good-natured of men," says Mrs. Houstoun. "He often +joined my father and me in our rides about the Park, +and on one occasion he inquired of my father concerning +the future of his only son."</p> + +<p>"What are you going to do with him?" asked +H.R.H.</p> + +<p>"Well, sir," was the reply, "he has been ten years at +Eton, a rather expensive education, so I entered him +yesterday at Brazenose——"</p> + +<p>"Going to make a parson of him, eh? Got any +interest in the Church?"</p> + +<p>"None whatever, sir, but——"</p> + +<p>"Might as well cut his throat," said the Duke. +"Why not put him into the Admiralty? I'll see he +gets a clerkship."</p> + +<p>The royal promise was faithfully kept. Young +John Heneage Jesse got his appointment almost +immediately, and worked his way up the different +grades, always standing high in the opinion of his +chiefs, until after a long period of service, he finally +retired on a pension, and is well known in the literary +world as the author of "The Court of England under +the Stuarts and Houses of Hanover," and sundry +historical memoirs.</p> + +<p>Reverting to these long bygone days, your hostess +says she can remember the famous philanthropist,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[Pg 228]</a></span> +William Wilberforce, in whose unflagging efforts to +effect the freedom of the West Indian negroes, her +aunt, Mrs. Townsend, was so zealous and able a +coadjutrix; she recollects to this day the childish +grudge she felt against them both, when after the +visit of the great emancipator all cakes and puddings +were strictly <i>tabooed</i>, as they contained West India +sugar, and therefore to eat them was a sin. Living +close to the home of her father's old friend, John +Wilson Croker, she became acquainted with many +world-famed and literary men; amongst them she +mentions Theodore Hook, Sir William Follett, the +poet Moore, Sir Francis Chantrey, and Sir Thomas +Lawrence, subsequently Samuel Rogers, Mr. Darwin, +Wordsworth, the gifted Mrs. Norton, and James +Smith, the most popular and brilliant of the authors +of "Rejected Addresses."</p> + +<p>At the early age of sixteen she became engaged, and +shortly after married Lionel Fraser, whose father died +when he was Minister Plenipotentiary at Dresden, +but in less than a year she became a widow. Mr. +Fraser, just before leaving Cambridge, had met with +an accident. In a trial of strength, an under-graduate +threw him over his shoulder: the lad fell on his head, +and was taken up for dead, but after a while recovered, +and was to all appearance the same as before; but the +hidden evil had been slowly though surely working, +and the rupture of a small vessel in the brain brought +to a sudden close the young life of so much promise. +Inconsolable, the young widow returned to her +father's house, where she lived in close seclusion for +nearly four years, and then became engaged to Captain<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[Pg 229]</a></span> +Houstoun, of the 10th Hussars, second son of General +Sir William Houstoun, Bart. His son George, who +succeeded him, added the name of Boswall on marrying +an heiress. <i>A propos</i> of that engagement, Mrs. +Houstoun has an amusing story to tell. "Another of +the friends," she says, "to whom we were indebted for +many pleasant hours, was that courtly Hanoverian +soldier Baron Knesbeck, equerry to the Duke of Cambridge. +We were riding on Wimbledon Common, +and I was mounted on the second charger of my +betrothed, when the old Duke, on his stout bay, +joined our party; my engagement had not at that +time been announced, and I therefore parried, as best +I could, the Duke's questions as to the horse and its +owner. At last, however, the climax came, for with +a wink of his eye, more suggestive than regal, His +Royal Highness put the following leading question +as we rode slowly on: 'Sweetheart, hey?' There +was no resisting this point-blank query, and the soft +impeachment had to be owned at last."</p> + +<p>After her second marriage Mrs. Houstoun and her +husband lived for a year in their yacht "Dolphin," +during which time they visited Texas and the Gulf of +Mexico. Later on they spent two winters at New +Orleans before slavery was abolished. Then came a +tour on the Continent, where they travelled from +Paris to Naples in their own britska, taking four horses +and two English postillions. When they stayed for +any length of time at any place, the horses were +saddled, and they would ride forty or fifty miles a day, +revolvers in saddle pockets, into the wildest parts of +the country. After a roving and adventurous time,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[Pg 230]</a></span> +escaping hairbreadth dangers, for Mrs. Houstoun says +her husband was "as bold as a buccaneer," they +returned home, where Captain Houstoun, after trying +various places, finally took on a long lease Dhulough +Lodge, about one hundred square miles of ground in +the west of Ireland, and there for twenty years she +found her lot cast. In sheer weariness of spirit she +took to her pen. As a girl she had always been +accustomed to correct her father's proofs, and had +written some short stories and poems, but she then +wrote her first novel, "Recommended to Mercy." It +was so well reviewed in the <i>Times</i> that, encouraged by +her success, Mrs. Houstoun followed it with "Sink or +Swim," "Taken upon Trust," "First in the Field," "A +Cruel Wrong," "Records of a Stormy Life," and "Zoe's +Brand," which last book M. Boisse, editor of the <i>Revue +Contemporaine</i>, asked permission to translate into +French, but by some omission his application was +never answered, and the project fell through. Some +time later she wrote "Twenty Years in the Wild West" +and several other novels, and she has lately finished a +new story in two volumes, entitled "How She Loved +Him," published by Mr. F. V. White, of whom she +remarks with warmth, "He stands high amongst the +publishers I have known for liberality and honour, and +is one of my best and kindest friends."</p> + +<p>"Amongst other books," says Mrs. Houstoun, "I look +back with thankfulness to my novelette, entitled +'Only a Woman's Life,' the writing of which was +successful in obtaining the release, after twelve years +of convict life, of an innocent woman, who had been +originally condemned to death on circumstantial evi<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[Pg 231]</a></span>dence +for the murder of her child. Of the death +sentence I was so happy, at the eleventh hour, as to +obtain a commutation."</p> + +<p>But it is difficult to get the lonely old lady to talk +much of her books, and though her memory is perfect +in everything else, both past and present, she declares +that she has forgotten even the names of some of her +own works. She infinitely prefers to speak about +those of her friends. She is devoted to Whittier's +poems, and to Pope, and can quote passages at great +length from this great favourite; whilst among modern +novelists she prefers Mrs. Riddell and the late George +Lawrence, though she says, laughing, she fears that +this last shows a somewhat Bohemian taste.</p> + +<p>"I am sure I was born to be a landscape gardener," +remarks Mrs. Houstoun. "That was my real vocation +in life. If you had but seen our home amongst the +Connaught Mountains when I first saw it! The 'wild +bog,' as the natives call the soil, reached to my very +doors and windows. A wilderness of moist earth-bog +myrtle and stunted heather alone met the eye, very +discouraging to such a lover of dainty well-kept +gardens and flowers as I am. Towering above and +beyond our roughly-built house was a mountain called +Glenumra, over 3,000 feet in height, whilst in front +was Muelhrae, or King of the Irish Mountains (as it +is the loftiest), and a part of it effectually concealed +from us all the glories of the setting sun. The humid +nature of the soil was favourable to the growth of +plants. I designed and laid out large gardens, and +had only to insert a few feet or inches, as the case +might be, of laurel, fuchsia, veronica, or hydrangia<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[Pg 232]</a></span> +into the ground, and the slips took root, grew and +flourished. Long before we left there were fuchsias +thirty feet high; the veronicas, over six feet, blossomed +in November. Then I built a stove-house and conservatory, +where my exotic fernery was my great +delight, and I spent much of my time there. All the +money I earned by my writings I spent on my ferns +and plants."</p> + +<p>But the damp of the climate, the constant sitting +up at night with their poor sick dependents, at whose +beck and call she was ever ready, and the impossibility +of procuring any medical attendance, laid the seeds +of a severe neuralgic affection of the joints, from +which she has never recovered, and a terrible fall +resulted in a hopeless injury to both knees. She +says that during her twenty years' residence in that +distressful country she never knew the blessing of +really good health.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Houstoun is extremely hospitable and sociable +in disposition. One of her chief regrets in being so +completely laid by is that she is no longer able to +give the pleasant little weekly dinners of eight in +which she used to delight. She enjoys nothing more +than visits from her friends, who are always glad to +come in and sit with her and listen to her amusing +and interesting conversation. She is a great politician +and an extreme Liberal, "though," she adds, +"not a Gladstonian." At the present moment she is +deeply absorbed in the Stanley controversy, and, as +she is a cousin of the late Major Barttelot, and was +much attached to him, she naturally remarks that +she "never knew anything but good of him."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[Pg 233]</a></span></p> + +<p>But though this venerable lady is unable to entertain +her friends in her former manner, she does not +forget the poor and suffering. She gives little teas +and suppers to aged men and women, whose sad cases +have from time to time been recommended to her, at +which charitable gatherings, with doors rigidly shut +to exclude the smell of the poor old men's tobacco +smoke, she allows them to indulge in the luxury of +a pipe.</p> + +<p>Though enduring constant pain and many long +sleepless nights, she avows that she is never dull or +miserable. No word of complaint or murmur passes +her lips at her crippled condition. On the contrary, +she expresses the deepest content and thankfulness +for her many comforts and blessings, amongst which, +she remarks, are her three maids, all sisters, who are +as devoted to her as if they had been born in her +service. They carry her up and down stairs, and +wait on her, hand and foot, with tender care. "And +only think," she concludes cheerfully and with a +smile, "what a mercy it is that I retain my memory +so well, and that my mind is so clear, whilst I lie +here useless!" "Nay, not useless," is your reply, +as you rise to leave, "they also serve who only +stand and wait."</p> + + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_3" id="Footnote_3_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_3"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> Since the serial publication of these sketches, the death of the +venerable writer has taken place.</p></div> + + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[Pg 234]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="MRS_ALEXANDER_FRASER" id="MRS_ALEXANDER_FRASER"></a>MRS. ALEXANDER FRASER.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 50%;"> +<img src="images/img234.jpg" width="100%" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + + +<p>A rapid run of about an hour and a half in duration +from Victoria, with just a change of carriages at +Three Bridges, but no delay, and you are set down one +bright, fresh morning at the pretty and picturesque +station of Faygate, Sussex, which presents a curiously +countrified and even primitive aspect, considering the +many large properties and cottages that lie in its close +vicinity. A well turned-out little carriage and pair of +handsome, high-stepping chestnuts has been sent to +convey you to Carylls, the lovely home of Mrs. +Alexander Fraser of Durris.</p> + +<p>The whole place is bathed in sunshine, and the air, +though somewhat frosty, is wonderfully exhilarating, +as you are carried swiftly along a good winding road, +with trees on either side, the branches meeting overhead. +Here and there, as the horses go more slowly +up a gentle acclivity, you turn round to reconnoitre a +little, and find that there is a charming view behind. +On the left, Leith Hill, with a tower crowning it, rises +up in purple tints against the horizon. On the right +lies a lovely view of undulating country, broad green +fields, trim hedges, brown brakes and hollows, with a +background of luxuriant wood. After a short drive, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[Pg 235]</a></span>the carriage turns into a gate flanked by two high +turreted walls, and a neat little lodge with diamond-paned +windows, peeping out of a mass of ivy, stands +just within. Leaving it on the left, you go up a wide +gravelled drive through an avenue of poplars; the +lawns, which are undulating, and cover about three +acres of ground, are laid out with low terraced walls, +over which in summer time the roses trail in rich profusion, +and edged with a row of weeping ash and elm +trees, they lie on both sides right up to the entrance of +a big red brick house, lavishly covered with ivy, +wisteria, and roses, with quaint gables and many-shaped +chimneys, which is altogether most picturesque. +A large conservatory unites the right and left wings, +and once within this conservatory it is difficult to +realize that it is still winter. Heated to a pleasant +temperature, full of bright and rare bloom, the gentle +breath of sweet-scented gardenias and tuberoses pervading +the atmosphere, cages of many-coloured foreign +birds, a gleam of Moorish lamps against the greenery +overhead, comfortable lounges, wickerwork tables, +Turkish rugs strewn on the tesselated floor—all combine +to make it a delightful place in which to while +away the time, with book or work, in friendly converse, +or perhaps in solitary day dreaming.</p> + +<p>At the present moment it is passed in friendly +converse. Mrs. Alexander Fraser has received you +with much cordiality, and whilst lingering amongst +the flowers and the ferns, the talk drifts away to +India, America, and the Continent of Europe, where +she tells you the earlier part of her life was spent, +and that for many years past her home has been at<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[Pg 236]</a></span> +Carylls. She is fair and rather pale, her eyes are +brown, and have a slight droop of the lids, which gives +them a soft expression. The profile is just a trifle +aquiline, is delicate in form, and the mouth and chin +are well cut. Her hair—a little lighter in colour than +the eyes, is worn in a loose, curly roll over her brow, +and a thick coil on the nape of her neck. She is +attired in a most becoming and well-fitting gown of +black velvet and grey fur, and her manner is frank +and informal.</p> + +<p>Carylls is a very old place; a part of it, indeed, was +built in 1640, but so well have all the additions and +improvements of later years been carried out that the +two form a truly artistic whole. Originally belonging +to the well-known Roman Catholic family of Caryll, it +is mentioned in Pope's poems, several of which he +wrote under the old oak trees, and it is considered +quite one of the show-places of this part of Sussex. +Mrs. Fraser says that it suits her in every way. The +air is splendid, the society is good, and she is not +far enough away from town to feel out of the +world. The conservatory glass door opens into a very +large and lofty drawing-room with oak ceilings and +great bay windows. It looks more like a foreign than +an English room. An immense Indian carpet is spread +over the floor, the sea-green walls are hung with many +mirrors in black and gold frames, several lovely old +cabinets, and plenty of Dresden, Sèvres, Chelsea, and +Capo de Monti, are to be seen everywhere. Two +superb silver <i>repoussé</i>-work Lucknow bowls are +especially attractive; one, containing a many-leafed +palm, stands on the grand piano, and in its fellow<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[Pg 237]</a></span> +is a large fern, the delicate fronds drooping over a +beautiful alabaster "Magdalen" close by.</p> + +<p>"I admire these more than anything else in the +room," says Mrs. Fraser, pointing to some photographs +on an inlaid iron table. "These two are my sons, +both of them very good-looking, as you see," she +continues, smiling with very pardonable pride as +she places the pictures in your hand. And truly +she has a good right to feel proud of these handsome, +noble-looking young men, one of whom is in +the uniform of the Gordon Highlanders. Here, too, +is a portrait of the Prince of Wales, with his autograph +below, presented by his Royal Highness to +General Fraser, which is a much-valued gift, and +the others are pictures of different Indian viceroys +and their wives, all given by themselves, Lord and +Lady Dufferin, Lord and Lady Lytton, the latter in a +frame designed by himself, which is quite a work +of art, with a coronet in blue-and-white enamel. +An hour is passed very pleasantly amongst the many +curiosities which Mrs. Fraser has brought chiefly +from foreign lands. The room is, in fact, quite a +small museum. Going back through the conservatory +into the other wing of the house, an open +door gives a peep of the dining-room in passing. +It is a good-sized room, with oak ceiling, crimson +walls, and a quantity of carved oak furniture.</p> + +<p>But Mrs. Fraser's own particular favourite is just +beyond—she calls it her tea-room, not her study. +"Not very large," she says, "but always bright +and cheerful, and the view is so lovely from this +window. That wood was gorgeous in its autumnal<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[Pg 238]</a></span> +tints, and on a very clear morning Leith Hill looks +as if it were close to us. My rose garden is just +to the right here. I wish it was summer, that +you might see it in all its glory." And the view +is lovely now, as the sun peeps in and out amongst +the great trees, which stand in clumps, with rustic +seats beneath them.</p> + +<p>After admiring it for a while, you turn round to +have a survey of the room, and certainly endorse +Mrs. Fraser's opinion. It has an oak ceiling, like +the other reception rooms, and pale-green walls, that +show off to advantage a number of oil paintings framed +in dark crimson velvet and gold. Two are especially +fine, "The Golden Horn," and "Morning on the Dutch +Rivers," by an artist of some note, Fryar; and you +fall in love with two exquisite little bits of Brittany, +by Gregory. A large mirror in an elaborately carved +frame surmounts the mantel-piece, which is laden with +Satsuma ware and other Japanese, Chinese, and Indian +curios. An old French marqueterie cabinet full of +books stand in a recess <i>vis-à-vis</i> to a handsomely +inlaid writing bureau with a silver basket of hothouse +flowers on it.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Fraser here calls attention to a number of +silver vases, loving cups, hunting flasks, gongs, etc., +all of which are prizes won by her sons' ponies and +fox-terriers. These lie so perilously near the window +as to suggest a remark to the effect that they might +be stolen, but Mrs. Fraser declares that the people +are wonderfully honest down in these parts of the +country, and that no burglary has been heard of for +thirty years or more.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[Pg 239]</a></span></p> + +<p>Later on, whilst being regaled with all sorts of +cakes and hothouse grapes, the conversation turns +on literary matters. "I have no particular writing-room," +says your hostess, "I generally write in the +evening after dinner, with my people chattering all +the time, but I am too much accustomed to that to +be disturbed by it. My first essays in fiction were +magazine stories. I suppose I have written over four-score +of these, and they always seemed to find a good +deal of favour with the leading provincial journals. +I sold a story called 'Man[oe]uvring' for a very nice +little sum to a French editor for translation into +<i>L'Etoile</i>, and I was very much pleased when I got +a requisition for a tale from the <i>Lady's Magazine</i> in +Philadelphia, but of later years I have written about +five-and-twenty three-volume novels. The first of these +was called 'Faithless.' The next two: 'Denison's +Wife,' and 'Not While She Lives.' After that 'Her +Plighted Troth,' 'A Maddening Blow,' 'A Thing of +Beauty,' and 'A Fatal Passion' came out. These +are names which recur to me at the moment out of +all that I have written. I like the last best, and +next to it 'A Leader of Society,' and 'The Match of +the Season,' perhaps because I took the heroes and +heroines from real life. More recently Mr. F. V. +White has brought out my books, and they have all +more or less been excellently noticed, especially +'Daughters of Belgravia,' 'The Last Drawing Room,' +and 'The New Duchess,' all of which have gone into +two or three editions. Occasionally I send a piece +of poetry to the magazines, and it generally gets a +little <i>kudos</i> from the Press, and some little time ago<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[Pg 240]</a></span> +I wrote a sacred song called 'Calvary's Cross,' which +gained much popularity; a copy of it was very +graciously accepted by the Queen." The latest of all +is "A Modern Bridegroom."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Fraser observes that she has often been asked +what is her "method" in writing, and that on one occasion +she received a letter from a clergyman in Nottingham, +begging her to "describe it exactly." "I laughed +when the letter came," she continues, "and I am +ashamed to say I never answered it, because I have +no method. I simply write straight on, and never +copy my MSS., and pity the poor printers who have +to decipher my hieroglyphics. I am very fond of +recitations, too, and some years ago I studied elocution +under Mrs. Stirling. Once, in her unavoidable +absence, I recited two of her pieces before a large +audience in St. George's Hall. I felt horribly nervous, +but I suppose I did the "pathos" pretty well, for I +noticed a good many people crying, and was much +pleased to see them do so! I have recited several +times in America also, but now I never exert myself +beyond writing a novel or a short story just when I +feel inclined for it."</p> + +<p>After tea Mrs. Fraser proposes a stroll through the +grounds. "It is very cold, but dry," she says, "so we +might venture; but first come into the billiard-room, +which is our usual postprandial resort." Passing +through the hall and another conservatory, with vines +thickly intersecting overhead, and full of splendid +specimens of maidenhair ferns, with the vivid scarlet +of geraniums between them, she takes you into a +large and lofty room, panelled in oak. At the further<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[Pg 241]</a></span> +end a flight of oaken steps leads up to a sort of daïs, +from which the game can be well surveyed. The +furniture is all of carved oak and crimson velvet, +with the exception of two great easy chairs, whose +backs and arms and legs are composed of buffalo +horns, beautifully polished and mounted. These were +sent to her from Russia, and are the admiration of +the neighbourhood.</p> + +<p>All round the walls hang pictures of the celebrated +American trotting horses, whose performances in +Central Park, New York, were a daily delight to +Mrs. Fraser. A tall bookcase, carved quaintly, stands +in a recess, but she tells you not to expect to see +any of her own novels in it, as she invariably gives +them all away, except one copy of each, which her +mother, who lives with her, always confiscates, and +values as her dearest possessions. This lady must +have been one of the loveliest of women in her youth, +and she is still wonderfully handsome and young-looking.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Alexander Fraser comes of a good old stock. +Her grandmother was a sister of Sir Wolstan Dixie, +descended from the Sir Wolstan Dixie who settled +at Bosworth, Leicestershire, in the time of Queen +Elizabeth. On her mother's side she is related to the +ancient house of Dunboyne, dating as far back as Sir +Thomas Butler, or Le Botelier, in the reign of Edward +II.; and she is a connection of William Makepeace +Thackeray. Of this she declares herself to be "most +proud," and adds:—"I consider his 'Becky Sharp' +is one of the most able studies of character that was +ever written. How much I should delight in his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[Pg 242]</a></span> +power of reading character, though perhaps he took +somewhat too caustic a view of it occasionally!"</p> + +<p>A stand close by contains the whole set of Mrs. +Lovett Cameron's novels—"I enjoy her writing so +much," says your hostess. "When I was younger I +was <i>fanatica</i> on Ouida; but though I still admire her +marvellous command of language, especially in description +of scenery, I have grown too sober and prosaic +and practical in my ideas and views of life to appreciate +her works as I used to do."</p> + +<p>Losing her father at a very early age, when only +fifteen, Mrs. Fraser went to India, after spending two +years at a school in Paris, and at the age of sixteen +she married Captain, now General Alexander Fraser, +C.B., sometime Member of Council, for many years +Secretary to the Government of India, and only +surviving brother of the late Bishop of Manchester. +She describes her life in India in glowing colours. +"I liked India immensely," she remarks. "Most +women do, I fancy. They are so hospitable out +there, and there is so much fun and 'go' in the +society. Besides," she adds, laughing, "one has so +much attention that one feels in a delightfully chronic +state of self-complacency!"</p> + +<p>A door at the further end leads through the fernery +to the western side of Carylls, which is perhaps the +prettiest part of the place. It is curiously decorated +with Sussex tiles, and has an ivy-clad gable and long +window in stained cathedral glass. Turning to the +right, your hostess takes you round a tastefully-laid-out +rosery, at the extremity of which is a glasshouse over +a hundred feet in length, which is full of peach, apricot,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[Pg 243]</a></span> +nectarine, and other big trees. Emerging at the other +door, you find yourself in a great double garden with +an archway between, and the whole is enclosed within +high walls covered with fruit-trees. Here are vineries +and hot-houses, all in most exquisite order, for this is +Mrs. Fraser's particular hobby. The day is so clear +that the view all around is seen to perfection, extending +to the Surrey Hills, and dotted here and there +with a few white houses shown up against the dark +green of the masses of firs which seem to abound +in these parts. Expressing a wish to see the stables, +Mrs. Fraser leads the way thither through the courtyard. +Four good-looking horses stand in the stalls, +and as she opens a small square window near, the +black velvety muzzle of the sweetest little pony rubs +against her shoulder, whilst he eagerly devours the +carrot she has brought for him. "I drive this little +fellow myself," she says. "I had a pair of them, +'Blink' and 'Wink,' but poor 'Wink' has gone over to +the majority, I grieve to say."</p> + +<p>A little further on are some picturesque kennels, and +the inmates greet their mistress vociferously. These +are the fox-terriers who won the prizes in the drawing-room. +They are animals of long pedigree and long +price, and are pretty well known at all the shows in +England. "They are not only ornamental but useful," +says your hostess. "Some are loose at night, and I +pity the individual who approaches them."</p> + +<p>Whilst leisurely rambling here and there, you stroll +up to some broad stone steps (overshadowed by oaks, +and with pillars on either side surmounted by large +vases of flowering berberis) that lead past an upper<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[Pg 244]</a></span> +lawn enclosed by a shrubbery, in which syringas and +<i>Gloire de Dijon</i> roses hold prominent places. "These +two tennis courts are in constant use in summer time," +observes Mrs. Fraser, "but I really am a bit of a recluse, +eschewing society as much as possible, though I +thoroughly enjoy a quiet tea with my favourite neighbours. +When I lived in town," she adds, "I had a +charming house in Clarges-street, and used to like my +Wednesday afternoons, when a number of diplomats +generally looked in, and there used to be a Babel of +languages going on, but long residence in the country +makes one grow daily more of a stay-at-home, and I +have so much to do that I never find the day too +long."</p> + +<p>Close by on the lawn lies a carefully-kept grassy +mound. This is the grave of three favourite dogs, and +a much deplored grey parrot. One of these dogs was a +Schipperke, the breed kept by the bargemen of Belgium +to guard their goods and chattels. "He was a real +beauty," says your hostess, sadly, "and he travelled +with me all over the Continent, then across the +Atlantic, and back again. I think one really grows +to care for a dog or a horse as much as for a human +creature, and this pet was almost human in his intelligence."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Alexander Fraser is warmly attached to her +beautiful home, and takes the keenest interest in the +improvements. She brought the design of the low +double walls from the Park at Brussels, and herself +superintended their building, as also the re-arrangement +of the lawns. She rarely goes to town, and then +only on a flying visit just to see her lawyers, or her<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[Pg 245]</a></span> +publishers, "all the while longing to get home again," +she says. She promises herself, however, to go up to +stay with some friends in the season, in order to do the +opera and theatres, confessing that she dearly loves +a good drama. "Something that makes me weep +copiously," she adds, laughing. "I dislike comic +pieces."</p> + +<p>After a stroll round the lawns to watch the glories +of the setting sun, you return towards the house, +passing by a piece of water enclosed by low walls, +fringed all round with large weeping willows, and +enter through a heated conservatory on the eastern +side, not yet visited. Here is a wealth of tea roses in +every shade of colour. Mrs. Fraser ungrudgingly cuts +a handful of the choicest buds, and gives them to you, +a welcome present indeed at this season. "Flowers," +she says, "are a passion with me. I like to have them +everywhere, and always have a big bunch on my table +when I write." The eastern side door leads into a +little room containing many Oriental treasures, notably +a carved screen of sweet-smelling sandal-wood, a +curious "neckbreaker" used by Indian dacoits, and +some rare ivory and enamels. Conspicuous among +them there stands a small inlaid table, and on it lies +an evidently cherished volume, "The Life of Bishop +Fraser," together with a photograph of him, in a costly +frame. "He was my best friend," says Mrs. Alexander +Fraser, in a low tone and with much pathos; "and my +<i>beau idéal</i> of a man both personally and mentally. I +felt his loss from my heart, and I am sure that +thousands have done the same."</p> + +<p>But the carriage is announced, and Mrs. Alexander<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[Pg 246]</a></span> +Fraser gives a whispered order to the butler, which +results in a basket of large, purple hothouse grapes +being brought, "to cheer you on your way back," she +says. During the drive to the station she hospitably +invites you to "come again when the strawberries are +ripe and the roses are in bloom."</p> + + + + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[Pg 247]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="THE_HON_MRS_HENRY_CHETWYND" id="THE_HON_MRS_HENRY_CHETWYND"></a>THE HON. MRS. HENRY CHETWYND.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 50%;"> +<img src="images/img247.jpg" width="100%" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + + +<p>There is an old house in a quiet old-world street +leading out of Hans Place, called Walton Place, where +the Emperor Napoleon III. used to live after he left +King Street, St. James's, and which was the scene +of some of his famous political dinner-parties. This +house, which is back to back with Jane Austen's +home in London, once stood in its own gardens, but +the ground was too valuable to spare for the picturesque, +and it has long since been turned into a row +of neat dwelling-places. Standing well back from +the noisy thoroughfare and the incessant roar of +traffic in the Brompton Road, there is a sense of +peace and quiet about it externally which prepares +you to find that within it is a home of talent, of +refinement, of domestic harmony and affection.</p> + +<p>Whilst ascending the stairs a fresh, sweet soprano +voice is heard, giving thrilling expression to Tosti's +lovely song, "Love Ties." On being shown into a +fair-sized double drawing-room, your first impression +leads to the belief that there are some good old +bits of carved oak furniture to be studied, but there +is more to learn about that presently. Mrs. Chetwynd +is busily engaged in finishing a large coverlet of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[Pg 248]</a></span> +art needlework, which she puts aside as she rises +to greet you with much grace and cordiality. She +is very fair in complexion, with large blue eyes and +softly shaded eyebrows. The hair, parted smoothly +on a broad forehead, is gathered up at the back, and +brought round the head in a plait, worn in coronet +shape in front. She is dressed in black with a scarf +of old black lace knotted becomingly round her +throat, and a bunch of violets nestles in the folds. +She has an air of high breeding, combined with +an irresistibly sweet and pleasant manner.</p> + +<p>The musician is Mrs. Chetwynd's youngest daughter, +and you cannot resist the temptation to beg her to +indulge you with yet another verse of the song. She +good-naturedly complies, rendering the melody with +much skill and pathos. On your thanking and complimenting +her, she tells you that she is a pupil of +Madame Bonner, and has never had any other teacher, +and truly she does credit to her instructress.</p> + +<p>There is an artistic simplicity about these bright, +cheerful rooms which is very fascinating. The walls +are hung with gold-coloured paper, copied from a +pattern at Hampton Court, and taken from an Italian +palace. Carpets of electric-blue colour cover the floors, +and tapestry curtains of the same shade, with inner +ones of cream-coloured guipure, shade the windows; +close to your hostess's chair there is an enormous +Moorish brass tray mounted on a Moorshebar stand. +This was sent home by a dear absent naval son for +his mother's afternoon tea-service, but as it is so +heavy that it would require two servants to carry +it, Mrs. Chetwynd has turned it into a most appro<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[Pg 249]</a></span>priate +work-table. Large plants of the "Sacred Lily +of Japan" are flowering beautifully yonder, a big +Japanese screen stands near the door, armchairs of +every shape and degree of comfort, together with a +broad couch, are placed apparently exactly where +they ought to be; nearly everything else in the +room has a story, and now the secret of the old oak +furniture is learned. You could have declared it +was a production of the seventeenth century. The +material is of cypress wood, and Miss Katherine +Chetwynd is now carving some oak, which was a +gift, and which is old, very old, inasmuch as it was +taken out of the Thames, at Blackwall, and formed +part of the planks and stakes driven in there to +keep out the Spanish Armada. It is black with +age, but still sound. It would appear to be a +curious present for three young girls, but Mrs. Chetwynd's +daughters have a genius for wood-carving; +collecting old designs, they actually made the fire-place +entirely by themselves, with its rich, broad +pattern on each side, the Rose and the Shamrock for +their father, and the Thistle entwined in compliment +to their Scottish mother, and with the help of their +brother they even fitted and placed it without the +aid of a carpenter. Several tables, too, carved in a +variety of designs, are the manufacture of their +clever fingers, and their talents do not end here, +for on one of these tables you recognize a life-size +portrait, in red crayons, of the fair young musician +herself, executed with masterly and skilful touch by +her elder sister. The painted panels of the outer +and inner doors as also of those which divide the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[Pg 250]</a></span> +rooms, are the work of these young artists, in +thoroughly correct Japanese style, the rising sun, the +storks, and the tall flowers in raised gilt, being all +perfectly orthodox. This talent is inherited from +their mother, for every picture on the walls is from +her own brush. On the right hangs her large +painting from Siegert's "Liebesdienst," in the Hamburg +Gallery, and she was very proud of obtaining +permission to copy it, as it was then only the second +copy allowed. On one side of the fireplace there is +her portrait in oils of the beautiful Miss Bosville, +afterwards Lady Macdonald of the Isles, Mrs. Chetwynd's +great-grandmother; on the other "The Holy +Margaret," copied in the Dresden Gallery, a Madonna +after Rotari, and a cherub after Rubens, in all of which +pictures it is easy to see that she excels in flesh tints, +and has a fine eye for colour.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Chetwynd is the daughter of the late Mr. +Davidson of Tulloch, by his first wife, the Hon. +Elizabeth Macdonald, one of the lovely daughters of +the late Lord Macdonald of the Isles. Mr. Davidson +inherited, besides the family place, Tulloch Castle, the +deer forest of Inchbae, and many thousands of acres on +the West Coast, which he sold to Sir John Fowler, Mr. +Banks, and others. He was first in the Grenadier +Guards, then member for the county, and, finally, +Lord-Lieutenant of Ross-shire. He was noted for his +handsome person and his great kindness to everyone +around him; a most popular landlord, he possessed a +great charm of manner, and was much in advance of +his day, especially in the matter of education. Though +he was the best and kindest of fathers, he was strict in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[Pg 251]</a></span> +discipline. His daughters were made to learn Latin +and mathematics, and, besides a resident English and +foreign governess, the village schoolmaster came to +teach them history and geography every evening.</p> + +<p>"It was impossible," says Mrs. Chetwynd, "to have +had a happier childhood than ours, particularly up +to the time of my mother's death. Though I think +that education was perhaps a little overdone, we had +a great deal of exercise on horseback and on foot +to counteract it. We were made to keep very early +hours, to be in the schoolroom at six o'clock every +morning in summer and seven in winter. The piper's +walking up and down playing in front of the old +place at eight o'clock was the signal for our breakfast, +of which we had great need, having previously studied +for two hours. We then worked hard at our books +till noon, when my mother always appeared at the +schoolroom door with peaches, grapes, or something +good in her hand; then we rode for two hours in +all weathers, dined at two o'clock, worked till four, +out again till six, then tea, preparation, and to +bed."</p> + +<p>It is probably just the regularity, order, and method +of the happy, healthy country life of her girlhood, and +the constant out-of-door exercise, which have preserved +Mrs. Chetwynd's constitution so excellently, +that until four years ago, when she met with a severe +accident at Rugby Station—from which she has never +quite recovered—she could walk long distances, and go +out at night afterwards without feeling any fatigue. +"The walks and rides," she continues, "that we were +accustomed to take in the elastic Highland air,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[Pg 252]</a></span> +sound wonderful to those who have not experienced +the ease with which one can walk there. We, as girls, +would tramp seven miles to a luncheon party, join +in any expedition, and return the whole way on foot +easily. We have often ridden twenty-five miles, +(sending other horses on early, and changing halfway), +gone out with the friends with whom we spent +the afternoon, and ridden home in time to dance at a +gillies' ball."</p> + +<p>Another great excitement in their youth was the +acting of French and Italian plays, which were adapted +for their own capacities from <i>Molière</i>, <i>Goldoni</i>, etc., +by the foreign governess, enjoying thoroughly the +applause, the dressing-up and the arranging of the +costumes, which were made in strict keeping. "But +what we did not enjoy," adds your hostess, smiling, +"was the trouble of our long and thick hair, which +as often as not was powdered for these juvenile performances, +and I can remember to this day how unmercifully +our cross French maid used to pull and tug +at it next morning."</p> + +<p>The autumn holidays were often spent up at the +West Coast place or on the Continent. The former +was, however, the favourite holiday resort of these +happy, hardy young people, where they boated, fished, +and bathed to their hearts' content, often going off to +one of the many islands on the coast, taking books, +work, and provisions; then, sending away the boat, +they would spend half the bright, warm days swimming +about in the sea. When these vacations were +spent abroad the opportunity was seized to give them +the best masters to be found; "and, though we enjoyed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[Pg 253]</a></span> +foreign life very much," says Mrs. Chetwynd, "we +always felt we were being cheated out of our holidays. +In later years my uncle, General Macdonald (known as +Jim Macdonald) lived at the Ranger's Lodge in Hyde +Park, and going there was always a great pleasure. +He was so clever and entertaining, never too busy to +enter into anything affecting his family, so overflowing +with wit of the best kind, that he made one see the +amusing side of the most commonplace things."</p> + +<p>The excellent education she received, the beautiful +scenery in which she was reared, the clever people +(George Eliot among them) with whom she was brought +in contact—all conspired to expand the young girl's +mind, and to pave the way for her subsequent career as +a novelist. She describes their charming supper-parties +at St. Andrews which were constantly joined +by such learned men as Principal Tulloch, Professors +Aytoun and Ferrier, and Sir David Brewster, who used +to talk to her in the most fascinating manner about +astronomy and other science, as "being an education in +itself." Thackeray, too, gave her the greatest encouragement, +and showed her much kindness. But the +girlish days were coming to a close. In February, +1858, she married Lieutenant, now Post-Captain, the +Hon. Henry Chetwynd, brother of Viscount Chetwynd, +by whom she has a family of four sons and three +daughters. Her first literary effort was a play, written +at the early age of twelve, in which she acted with her +brothers and sisters. It was really a wonderful production +for so young a child, and a few years later she +wrote several society verses, which were printed, and +read with much amusement by her father, to whom,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[Pg 254]</a></span> +however, she had not the courage to disclose the secret +of their authorship. For some years after her marriage +Captain Chetwynd held some appointments enabling +her to be constantly with him, but when the dreaded +moment for separation came, and he was ordered on +foreign service, first to the West Indies, and then to +Mexico, Mrs. Chetwynd felt the solitude of the long +evenings to be so oppressive after the little ones were +gone to bed, that for distraction she took to her pen +and wrote her first novel, called "Three Hundred A +Year." It had a good sale, though on looking back on +it now the author pronounces it to have been "excessively +silly." Encouraged by this success, she wrote +"Mademoiselle d'Estanville," which was translated into +French, and had a good run. Then came "Janie" +and "Life in a German Village," which passed into +several editions. "Bees and Butterflies" came out +first in the <i>Pictorial World</i> before being published in +three volumes. This book the author considers to +have been the most successful, financially, though +"Sara" is her own favourite, and was the result of a +long study. The story is founded on fact, and the +incidents relating to the discovery of South End +smugglers were drawn from the life, Mrs. Chetwynd +having been a witness to the scene when the great +cask, supposed to contain wine, was opened, and found +full of white satin shoes, valuable lace, and other contraband +articles. Scenes, too, in the Highlands are well +depicted in this book, whilst the sketch of Sara is carefully +worked out, from her first introduction as the +"dethroned princess" in all her ignorance and absorption +in her supposed "Gift of Poetry," to the final page when,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[Pg 255]</a></span> +after many vicissitudes of fortune, her soul is awakened +by the love of a good man, and her really fine and +noble character is fully developed. Other books +written by Mrs. Chetwynd are entitled "A March +Violet," "The Dutch Cousin," and "Lady Honoria's +Nieces," but though want of space prevents much +comment on them, they can confidently be recommended +as most pleasant reading, and all are characterized +by the kindly nature, the refinement, and the +noble spirit of this distinguished gentlewoman's mind. +She modestly says of her works, "When I think of the +great competition nowadays, I am surprised that they +have held their own at all, and directly a new book is +out, I always feel that I should like to recall it. I +have sold the copyright of most of my stories, but some +are still in my own hands, and I have long since +handed over all my literary business affairs to Mr. A. +P. Watt, which I have found a perfectly satisfactory +arrangement." The author was considerably amused +a few days ago on hearing that a former old servant +takes in <i>Bow Bells</i> regularly in order to read her late +mistress's novels, which have been reproduced and are +now coming out weekly in that periodical. Her two +last books are called "Criss-Cross Lovers" and "A +Brilliant Woman."</p> + +<p>On asking Mrs. Chetwynd about her plots and +taste in literature, she says: "I generally build up +characters from my own experiences, a bit here, and +a trait there, but I do not deliberately set to work +to take pictures of people. I think that most persons +have some particular characteristic that comes out in +everything they do, and to create is better than to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[Pg 256]</a></span> +copy. My favourite novels are written by the +Gerards, and by Mrs. L. B. Walford—I find all hers +charming. Besides these, I admire George Meredith's +books more than any others, the one drawback +being that when I have re-read one of his I cannot +interest myself in anything else for a long time. +I delight in history, too, history of all nations. +Things which really happened absorb me intensely. +I remember when a child I had curious punishments; +for being untidy I had twenty lines of <i>Henriade</i> to +learn by heart, or a French fable. As I could repeat +the <i>Henriade</i> from beginning to end, I must have +been untidy pretty often. The English governess +for punishment used to make me read twenty pages +of Alison's "History of Europe" aloud in the play-hours, +a fact which I once told the learned historian, +and it amused him greatly. The historical punishment, +however, has not deprived me of my love for history. +My favourite poets are Wordsworth, Tennyson, Shelley, +and Burns. I am a great needlewoman, too, and when +I am ruffled by anything I take refuge in sewing a +plain seam. This coverlet is from a Munich pattern, +and I have finished it for my sister, Mrs. Carnegy of +Lour, who began it; the tablecover is for my other +sister, Mrs. Craigie-Halkett of Cramond."</p> + +<p>It is through one of her daughters that you learn of +Mrs. Chetwynd's great musical gifts. She was a pupil +of Garcia, had a beautiful voice, and used to sing at +many amateur concerts. She still keeps up her pianoforte +playing, for which she won a gold medal, and +will improvise on the piano by the hour together. +Her husband and children are very proud of her<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[Pg 257]</a></span> +performances. She has lately invented a fire-escape, +which is approved of by experts and engineers, and +of which more will soon be heard.</p> + +<p>After tea, at which the party is joined by a beautiful +thoroughbred Dachshund called Freda, you are taken +down into the dining-room, and, in passing, just peep +into a little room on the stairs, which your hostess +calls her "girls' workshop," where all the wood-carving +is carried on. There is a little point of +interest in the dining-room which must be noticed as +betokening the versatile gifts of this accomplished +family. A friend had sent them a roll of paper from +Japan, but, as it was found insufficient to cover the +whole of the walls, Mrs. Chetwynd and her daughters +put their heads together to consult as to how the +balance required could be eked out. The result was, +that they first distempered the uncovered part of the +wall to the exact shade of the colour, and then painted +it in such close imitation of the Japanese pattern, even +to the native mark, that it is quite impossible to +discover which is the original and which the +imitation. Among the many books is a copy of +"Freytag's Reminiscences," translated by Mrs. Chetwynd's +second daughter, and considered by good judges +to be one of the best translations from the German +that has appeared for a long time. There is a picture +of that grand old Highlander, Mr. Davidson of Tulloch, +taken in the days when he, with your hostess's uncle, +Cluny Macpherson, Fox Maule, afterwards Earl of +Dalhousie, and the Duke of Abercorn, danced the first +reel that the Queen ever saw in Scotland at Taymouth. +By the way, Mrs. Chetwynd herself was a great per<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[Pg 258]</a></span>former +in that line in her youth, and at some juvenile +festivity she and another young Highland friend +danced the reel before the late Prince Consort.</p> + +<p>But you had forgotten thoroughly to inspect the +picture of Tulloch Castle, so Mrs. Chetwynd sends for +it. "I am sure," she says, "that my old home is the +loveliest place in the world. Part of it is very old, +and it has been (through the female line) in our family +since 1300." It has an old keep, and what was once +the dungeon is now a wine cellar. The house stands +very high up, though almost at the foot of Ben Wyvis, +and over the park you see the far-famed Strathpeffer, +framed in the distance by the West Coast hills. On +the other side, also over the well-wooded park, are the +Cromarty Frith, and Dingwall nestling at its bend. +The gardens are very large, and a good many acres are +now not kept up. The approach to the front door is +under a very old archway; and though a great part of +the place was destroyed by fire some years ago, the +walls, some of which are six feet thick, are intact. +Facing the south, it catches all the sunshine, and as +the hills rise behind it everything is sheltered from +the colder winds, and flowers and shrubs grow most +luxuriantly. Some scarlet rhododendrons of great +height blossom in the winter out of doors. The place +is now in the possession of Mrs. Chetwynd's nephew.</p> + +<p>Your hostess recalls one little incident which she +says was "an event in our lives. My father and +Cluny Macpherson received the Queen on the occasion +of her visit to Badenoch. She went to Ardverikie, +then rented from Cluny by the Duke of Abercorn. +My father took forty gillies with him, Cluny had as<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[Pg 259]</a></span> +many more, and they met her majesty on the edge of +the property, and escorted her in true Highland +fashion. Ardverikie was afterwards sold by Cluny +to Sir John Ramsden. The Queen went to Cluny +Castle, and examined the many relics of 'Prince +Charlie' kept there with an interest which pleased +all the family much. Some of the sisters were there +with my father."</p> + +<p>You are rising regretfully to leave, when the door +opens, and Captain Chetwynd comes in. This fine old +sailor greets you in the same genial manner which +characterises the rest of the family. He is the chief +inspector of the Royal National Life-Boat Institution. +He is a great organiser, is deeply interested in his +work, and his wife delights to think that his talents +are now turned to saving, not to destroying life. She +had previously confided to you, that not only is he one +of the cleverest and best of men, but also one of the +most straightforward and appreciative. The good, +benevolent face carries its own testimony to the fact. +A more happy, united family it would be impossible +to find; mutual love and confidence reign supreme; +when cares and anxieties come, as to whom do they +not? they are shared by all, and thus is the burden +lightened.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[Pg 260]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="JEAN_MIDDLEMASS" id="JEAN_MIDDLEMASS"></a>JEAN MIDDLEMASS.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 50%;"> +<img src="images/img260.jpg" width="100%" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + + +<p>Among the many quiet, shady nooks and corners to be +found in the "busy, toiling, but ever pleasure-loving +Metropolis," where, if a student desire, she can be in +the world, and yet out of its distracting roar, Brompton +Square can claim to be one; not that it is really +a "square" at all, but merely two long rows of houses, +connected at the further end by a semi-circle composed +of three or four larger houses. The gardens which +separate the two lines of old-fashioned, solidly built +dwellings, are thickly planted with shrubs and grand +old trees, that in summer time quite shut out any +view of the opposite neighbours, and ensure a delightful +privacy, whilst the twittering of birds, and the +cawing of the rooks, who have built their nests therein, +undisturbed for many generations, would almost cheat +a stranger into the belief that it is a bit out of a +country village. Alas! for the poor little buds which +had struggled feebly into life before the devastating +blizzard! They were all untimely nipped. Spring +has lingered so long in the "lap of winter," that the +summer greenery is somewhat backward, yet, at last, +the green shoots which have slept "through the long +night" are beginning to burst out into strength, and +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[Pg 261]</a></span>the gummy, swelling buds of the great lilacs within the +railings are coming out, and are already casting a delicious +perfume around the peaceful and old-world enclosure.</p> + +<p>Nearly every house in Brompton Square is associated +with the names of men and women who have left their +mark in the history of London, chiefly of those who +belonged to the theatrical and musical professions. +On yonder side Mr. John Baldwin Buckstone, the +well-known author-actor, entertained merry parties +of wits. A few doors further on stands the house +which Mr. Edward Fitzwilliam—famous in his day +as a musical composer—inhabited. Spagnoletti, the +leader of the Italian Opera orchestra, lived on the +opposite side, and was succeeded in his tenancy by +a famous and accomplished actress of those days, +Mrs. Chatterly. Mr. James Vining, a much respected +actor, owned the house which was afterwards occupied +by the late Mr. Shirley Brooks. George Colman, the +younger, lived and died there. Mr. William Farren, +the elder, occupied one house, and owned another, +which was the residence of Mr. Payne Collier, who, +as Croker says in his interesting "Walk from London +to Fulham," gave to the public several editions of +Shakespeare, and who was long distinguished by his +profound knowledge of dramatic literature and history, +and his extensive acquaintance with the early poetry +of England. In contradistinction to these more amusing +personages, there lived in a house on the east side +a man of solid and profound learning, Sir John +Stoddard, who, within these walls, wrote at the age of +eighty-five, a Polyglot grammar, which was much in +use at schools of that period.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[Pg 262]</a></span></p> + +<p>In addition to these world-known and histrionic +names may be added those of the late Mr. Yates, Mr. +John Reeve, Mr. Robson, Mr. Liston, the comedian, +and Mr. Henry Luttrell, termed by Lord Byron "the +great London wit," once well known in the circles of +literature, the author of many epigrams, and of a +volume of poetry. These have all been residents in +Brompton Square, whilst, in later years, Mr. and Mrs. +Keeley inhabited a house on the south side, and Mr. +and Mrs. Chippendale lived a few doors further on.</p> + +<p>What could be more appropriate than that Miss Jean +Middlemass, author of "Dandy," "Patty's Partner," +"A Girl in a Thousand," and many other bright and +interesting stories, should take up her abode in this +time-honoured locality, so full of literary and dramatic +associations? She has settled herself in one of the +larger houses in the bend of the semi-circle at the top, +which was erstwhile the dwelling-place of Mr. Alfred +Wigan. A spacious hall opens into two good-sized +and lofty rooms, which are divided by massive doors, +folded back, and draped with heavy Moorish curtains +of subdued colouring.</p> + +<p>It is all so old-fashioned as to be in thorough +keeping with the exterior; but though old-fashioned, +the comfortable rooms are by no means dull or gloomy. +A flood of sunshine steals in through the long, high +windows, lighting up the crimson coverings of the +furniture, and casting a bright ray on the picture of +a head of Rembrandt, by himself, which is set in a +handsomely-carved oak frame of great antiquity over +the mantelshelf, on which stand three old and valuable +Spode jars. On one side hangs a painting by<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[Pg 263]</a></span> +Bowden of a lovely child, the son of Frederick Reynolds, +the dramatic writer, and near it is one of +Rivière's elaborately finished and exquisite miniatures +of the author's mother taken in her youth. There are +some choice bits of Dresden on a carved corner +bracket, and scattered about here and there are several +Japanese and Chinese curiosities, which have just +been sent to Miss Middlemass from the East, including +a magnificently carved junk, correct in every minute +detail. Surely the very smallest writing-table at +which author ever sat belongs to Jean Middlemass; +but that, too, was a present, and was originally made +tall enough for her to write at while standing, but as +that position was found to be quite too fatiguing it has +been cut down to suit her present requirements. +There is a beautiful old oak mounted carving on the +wall—so old that she "can remember nothing about it +or its subject," she says, "beyond the fact that we +always seem to have possessed it, and it has been +greatly admired." Above it some delightfully quaint +old china is arranged in a half circle; on either side +hang four antique engravings of great value, classical +subjects from Boucher, the French artist's paintings. +But the picture which she prizes more than all is a +life-size portrait in oils, the last work that was ever +finished by the artist Jackson. It represents the +author's grandfather. He held an appointment in the +Treasury, and was the one member of the family who +had any connection with literature, being intimately +acquainted in his youth with Sir Joseph Banks, Mdme. +de Stael, Lady Blessington, and other people of letters.</p> + +<p>There is a look in Miss Middlemass which proclaims<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[Pg 264]</a></span> +the relationship. She is above the middle height, very +upright, with a good figure, fair complexion, grey curly +hair, and keen, bright-blue, short-sighted eyes. She is +dressed in black, relieved by a little rose-coloured +ribbon round the wrists and throat, tied in a bow on +one side. She is sprightly and merry in nature, full of +pleasant conversation, and genial in manner.</p> + +<p>Jean Middlemass is Scottish by descent. She was +born in one of the pleasant terraces surrounding +Regent's Park. Naturally a clever, intelligent girl, +she began to write at a very early age, and, to +encourage her in this taste, when yet quite a small +child her father started a magazine for private circulation +only, to which she, her brothers, and several other +Harrow boys used to contribute scraps and stories, +aided by pieces from a few older persons to encourage +the juveniles. She describes herself as having been +quick at learning by heart, quick in everything, and +fond of study. Plays were her chief delight, and at +eight years old she had read and could repeat pages of +Shakespeare, often astonishing her parents by apt +quotations given with considerable dramatic power. +Her youthful enthusiasm in this direction soon, however, +received a check, for on one occasion, being +rebuked by her mother for some trifling fault, and +told how much better people would think of her if +she behaved well, she pathetically replied—coolly +substituting a word at the end of the first line which +she considered more suitable:—</p> + +<p class="poem"> +Amen; and make me die a good old age!<br /> +That is the butt-end of a mother's blessing;<br /> +I marvel that her Grace did leave it out.<br /> +</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[Pg 265]</a></span>For this piece of childish and precocious impertinence, +as it was deemed, she was punished by the +prompt confiscation of her beloved Shakespeare, +whereat she wept copiously.</p> + +<p>"I was kept hard at my lessons," says Miss +Middlemass; "no expense or pains were spared to +educate me well, and I enjoyed them. My father +was a great student, and himself instructed me in +Latin and the rudiments of Greek. I used to attend +M. Roche's French classes, and constant residence +abroad has enabled me to speak French and German +as fluently as English. Music I disliked from the first, +and when a tiny child, if my mother were singing, I +used to cry out, 'Speak it, speak it!' I do not care +for music to this day, and rejoice in the exceeding +thickness of the old walls of this house, which causes +even the sound of neighbouring pianos to be quite +undisturbing. History and biographies were always +favourite studies, and I prefer reading French to +English. For some years I wrote in a desultory sort +of fashion, and it was not until after my mother's +death, about fourteen years ago, that feeling lonely—for +my four brothers all died young—I adopted +writing as a profession."</p> + +<p>At the age of eighteen, being emancipated from +the school-room, Miss Jean Middlemass was brought +out, made her <i>début</i> at an early Drawing Room, and +enjoyed the gaieties of two London seasons, but after +the death of her father the family moved to Brighton, +where, later on, her inherent talent for acting asserted +itself; she studied recitation and elocution, and constantly +took part in amateur theatricals, sometimes<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[Pg 266]</a></span> +playing in as many as four parts in one evening +at the Royal Pavilion, coached by Mrs. Stirling. On +one occasion she recited "Lady Macbeth" before a +full audience at the Dome, and she was always in +great request at private parties, where she used to +arrange and take part in tableaux, charades, proverbs, +and such like entertainments.</p> + +<p>Miss Middlemass never acted in a theatre, though +she may have had a strong desire to do so, and she +smilingly confesses to being perhaps a little of the +Bohemian at heart, inasmuch as she dislikes formalities +and conventionalities, and loves freedom of action. +She has played Esther in <i>Caste</i>, Pauline in <i>Delicate +Ground</i>, Lady Aubrey Glenmorris in <i>School for +Coquettes</i>, Lady Constance in a scene from <i>King John</i>, +besides others too numerous to mention. Her most +successful recitations have been selections from the +works of Dante Rossetti, and Tennyson, Hamilton +Aidé's "Lost and Found," and Hood's "Dream of +Eugene Aram"; also scenes from plays—Beatrice in +<i>Much Ado About Nothing</i>, and Pauline in the <i>Lady of +Lyons</i>. Her memory being excellent, her <i>répertoire</i> +was very large, and, according to those who witnessed +her performances, her histrionic powers entitled her to +a prominent position in the Thespian temple of fame, +for in all that she undertook, whether in acting or +reciting, she worked with indomitable energy, exhibiting +the conceptions of a discriminating and educated +mind, marked by the influence of a rich and cultivated +taste.</p> + +<p>"After a few years," says Miss Middlemass, "I began +to publish some of my stories, and as the love of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[Pg 267]</a></span> +writing grew upon me more and more, I found I could +not write and act too, so as the histrionic amusements +were gradually abolished, I turned my attention more +exclusively to my pen, and wrote my first novel, 'Lil.' +My mother used to like my stories when they were +out, though she never enjoyed them whilst in process +of being written. I generally make out a vague plot +of half a page, then draw it out into chapters, and +arrange the characters. I prefer writing stories of +middle or low class life, I don't know why; it came +to me, and I often pick up ideas of the lower London +life from standing about here and there to listen. I +compose and write very quickly, going over it all +several times; and I have never had much help, but +have just struggled on through it alone. At night, +when I go to bed, I work out all the thoughts and +ideas which have suggested themselves during the day; +often going to sleep in the middle of it, but in the +morning it all comes back to me, and I write it out +readily and rapidly."</p> + +<p>"Lil," which is well calculated to keep alive the +interest of the reader, and has, moreover, the merit +of being animated in dialogue, was soon followed by +"Wild George," in which the beautiful but dangerous +French adventuress and her faithful old soldier servant +play so prominent a part. Next came "Baiting the +Trap," "Mr. Dorillon," "Touch and Go," succeeded by +"Sealed by a Kiss" and "Innocence at Play." In all +these works there is much insight into human nature, +and the French scenes are particularly bright and life-like, +betokening the author's intimate knowledge of +foreign cities. "Four-in-Hand" was the sporting title<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[Pg 268]</a></span> +of a volume of short stories. "Sackcloth and Broadcloth" +contains some capital sketches of clerical life +and its surroundings, about which Miss Middlemass +has had considerable experience. Perhaps up to that +date she scored her greatest success with "Dandy," +written in 1881; of this book the critics and the +public were unanimous in their applause. Penetrating +into the haunts of the poorest section of humanity +in order to depict naturally and truthfully the scenes +so touchingly described therein, she gained an unusual +insight into their words and ways, their occasionally +high, their too often low standard of morality.</p> + +<p>"Patty's Partner" is a delightful and interesting +tale of the porcelain manufacture works in the West of +England, where Miss Middlemass is as much at home +as she is in the scenes in "Dandy." It is full of +humour and clever writing. Among other of the +author's works may be mentioned "Poisoned Arrows," +"By Fair Means," "The Loadstone of Love," and +"Nelly Jocelyn, Widow." A three-volume story published +lately, entitled "Two False Moves," contains +some powerful pieces of writing, and the characters +of Derek Home, Ruth Churchill, and the Rev. John +Eagle are drawn to the life. Her last work in one +volume is entitled "How I Became Eminent."</p> + +<p>In poetry Miss Middlemass does not as much incline +to modern writers as to the ancient classics in which +she was so early instructed. In politics she is a strong +Conservative. Until the last year or two she was, as +may be supposed, a frequent visitor at the theatre, but +being, unfortunately, so short-sighted, the necessity +for using strong glasses temporarily strained her<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[Pg 269]</a></span> +eyes, so that pleasure is partially laid aside for the +present.</p> + +<p>Miss Middlemass is, as usual, full of literary engagements. +A new novel is being meditated, though it +may not actually be begun; several short stories are in +requisition, and one appeared in an early number of +John Strange Winter's weekly paper. Among other +enjoyments, Jean Middlemass delights in travelling; +"Not in the sea part of it," she adds, smiling; "I am an +especially bad sailor, and do not like being on the +water. I always take the shortest sea-routes." She +has made many journeys on the Continent, and in +former days lived for a year in Paris. She knows her +Paris well, and loves it so dearly that she has often +felt that she would like to make her home in that gay +and festive capital. She is equally familiar with +Brussels, and has been a good deal in Germany, but +only on the Rhine, passing some time at Wiesbaden, +and paying what she describes as a "delightful visit to +the old city of Nuremberg."</p> + +<p>"I keep on my quarters in town," continues your +hostess, "principally as a <i>pied-à-terre</i>. The severity +of the long winter, then the sudden change of spring +for a few days in February, following those dreadful +fogs and frosts, and then the terrible gales and east +winds, were all most trying, and I am again contemplating +a trip abroad to more seasonable climates; first, +a short tour in Holland, then on to Paris for a few +weeks, and later, into North Italy, perhaps on to +Venice, if the weather then be not too hot."</p> + +<p>The brightness and vivacity of foreign life suit well +Miss Jean Middlemass's happy disposition and sunny<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[Pg 270]</a></span> +nature. Blessed with good spirits, full of clever +anecdote and harmless repartee, with great conversational +power, her prevailing characteristic is an utter +absence of selfishness and affectation. She has a soft, +merry laugh, and a kind, warm heart. With this good +gift, it is almost needless to say that she goes through +life making no enemies, and many friends. In her +ready wit there is no sting. Before all things scandal +and backbiting are an abomination to her; it has been +truly quoted of this talented and amiable woman, +as it has been said of many great and famous persons, +"Though knowledge is power, yet those who possess +it are indulgent to weaker intellects, and become as +one of them in sociability and friendship."</p> + + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[Pg 271]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="AUGUSTA_DE_GRASSE_STEVENS" id="AUGUSTA_DE_GRASSE_STEVENS"></a>AUGUSTA DE GRASSE STEVENS.</h2> + + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 50%;"> +<img src="images/img270.jpg" width="100%" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>Among the younger American authors who have made +their mark on the literature of the day, Augusta de +Grasse Stevens takes a high stand. Highly educated +and deeply read, as well versed in the political and +civil history of her own country as in that of the land +of her adoption, her mind expanded by much continental +travel, and inheriting the talents of her +brilliantly gifted parents, it is no wonder that she +should have attained the depth of thought, the originality +of idea, and the fluency of expression which +characterise her writings. The young author, who is +<i>petite</i> in stature, and slight in figure, with grey-blue +eyes and brown hair, was born in Albany, on the +Hudson River, the capital city of New York, a quaint +old Dutch town that bears to this day many marked +peculiarities of its rich founders, whose manor lands, +granted by royal patent, stretched far and wide along +the river banks. Her father was the Hon. Samuel +Stevens, one of the most brilliant lawyers the +American bar has ever produced; his opinions are +still quoted in legal matters on both sides of the +ocean. He was a man of the keenest intellect, and +most wonderful memory; a power wherever he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[Pg 272]</a></span> +appeared, and one who had the reputation of never +losing a case. The courtesy title was bestowed upon +him by the State Legislature in recognition of his +great services to that body. He was the life-long +friend of such men as Chancellor Walworth, Henry +Clay the statesman, and Daniel Webster, who declared +that "in his opinion Mr. Stevens as a lawyer +stood first in the United States, and that as a +colleague he welcomed him in every case, but as an +opponent he hoped each case would be the last." +From Mr. Stevens' conduct of so many cases, +involving important inventions, he has been called +unanimously "The Founder of American Patent Law."</p> + +<p>"Mr. Phelps, the late U.S. Minister, has often told +me," says Miss Stevens, "that he, as a young man, +used to travel miles to hear my father argue a case, +such a lesson was it in eloquence and profound legal +knowledge, and he retained as one of his happiest +memories the remembrance of certain interviews he +had had with him in which he learned more from +my father than in hours of study and private research. +My paternal grandmother was of French +birth and lineage. She was Mdlle. Marie de Grasse, +the daughter of Pierre de Grasse, who was a brother +of the famous Admiral Comte de Grasse, the intimate +friend of La Fayette, whose patriotism, like his own, +was devoted to the American cause. Her parents +left France in the seventeenth century, and established +themselves in a country home not far from Albany. +My grandmother was very beautiful, and retained +her beauty to an advanced age, and it is from her +we take the name of De Grasse. My great-grand<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[Pg 273]</a></span>father +was an ardent patriot, and I have often heard +my aunt say, that stored away in the attic of their +house were trunks full of 'national paper bonds,' +not worth the paper on which they were printed, +but which represented the sums that he had advanced +to the American Government during the War of +Independence, and which afterwards they were unable +to redeem. My father married rather late in life, +my mother being only a girl of eighteen at the time. +She was very charming in manner and appearance +and highly educated." On the maternal side, Miss +de Grasse Stevens can trace her descent back without +a break to that brave Simon de Warde who +fought with the Conqueror and who fell at Hastings, +and whose name is engraved on the Battle Abbey +Roll, among those for whom "prayer perpetual is +to be offered up" within the Abbey walls. The +Wards emigrated to America some time in the year +1600, and settled in New England. They were +staunch Puritans and patriots, and begrudged neither +life, nor money, nor substance to the cause. General +Artemas Ward, one of Washington's chief generals, +early distinguished himself in the service, and he +was but one in a long line of similar instances. It +was while walking through an old churchyard in +Connecticut that the late Samuel Brown, coming +upon General Artemas Ward's tomb-stone, first saw +the name that he afterwards adopted and made +world-famous in a far different fashion.</p> + +<p>Miss Stevens can remember well her great-grandfather +Ward, though she was only a child when he +died. He was a typical gentleman of the old school,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[Pg 274]</a></span> +and wore to the day of his death his hair tied in a +<i>queue</i>, the knee breeches, silk stockings, low shoes +with gold buckles, fine cambric frill, and neckerchief +of his time. Her childish recollections are full of +pictures of him, and she can shut her eyes and recall +without effort the long, sunny drawing-room, so still, +and full of a certain awe, the trees outside bending in +the summer wind, the warm crimson hangings at the +wide windows, the fire on the open hearth, burning +there all the year round, and the great arm-chair +drawn close within its rays, in which was seated +the dignified figure of her great-grandfather, Dr. Levi +Ward, his beautiful clean-shaven face, slightly stern +when in repose, breaking into a kindly smile at the +first sound of his daughter's voice. By his side on a +little table lay the great Bible, always open, which he +knew literally by heart, and from which, when the +blindness of old age came upon him, he could repeat +chapter after chapter with unfailing accuracy. "My +great-grandmother, his wife, I cannot remember," says +Miss Stevens, "but she, too, was a remarkably handsome +woman, and one who throughout her whole life +held a distinguished position in society as well as +being a leader in all philanthropic and charitable +undertakings. Their beautiful home, Grove Place, +Rochester, New York, was the perfection of a country +seat, and about it cluster many tender memories and +associations. Their daughter married my grandfather, +Mr. Silas Smith, whose daughter in turn became my +father's wife, and went with him to his home in +Albany, where she soon won for herself a position of +much responsibility, and became, puny as she was, a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[Pg 275]</a></span> +recognised power in all social matters. My father +died when I was very young, and my earliest recollections +do not date beyond his death. My mother, a +young widow, returned with her little family to her +father's home, Woodside, just out of Rochester, and +with that dear and beautiful home all my happiest, +fondest memories are knit up indissolubly. Woodside +was a typical home; a large and spacious mansion set +in the midst of acres of park land, gardens, and +meadows. I think there never was just such a home! +Everything that refinement, cultivation, and wealth +could procure surrounded us, yet all was distributed +and governed with so just and wise a hand that +luxurious ostentation and wastefulness were never +known amongst us. Here I grew from babyhood +to girlhood, and to the fond remembrance and recollection +of life there my thoughts turn always when +I speak or think of—<i>home</i>."</p> + +<p>The young American author describes her mother +and her system of education in touching and eloquent +words. Her mother, she says, was possessed of one of +those rare, unselfish natures to whom personal grief +was unknown. Even in her early widowhood her +first thought was for her children, and to their care +and education she devoted herself unsparingly. Possessing +a gifted mind and great personal attractions, a +voice of unusual sweetness and power, and a heart +that literally did not know the meaning of the word +self, she called forth in everyone with whom she came +in contact the greatest admiration and affection. "Her +children loved her passionately," says Miss Stevens. +"How well I can remember when I was but a tiny<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[Pg 276]</a></span> +mite of five, how she would gather us all around her +in the grey winter afternoons, and with me nestled +close at her knee, read to us by the hour together, but +not fairy tales or story books. She went straight to +the big heart of Shakespeare, of Longfellow, of Tennyson, +of Thackeray, of Dickens, and opening the treasure-houses +of their genius, read them to us with only such +explanations and changes as necessity required to +meet the status of her youthful audience. I cannot +remember the time when Shakespeare was unknown +to me, or when the Poet Laureate, and Campbell, and +Dickens, were not dear, familiar friends. Out of this +galaxy of riches, <i>The Tempest</i>, <i>Midsummer Night's +Dream</i>, <i>Hiawatha</i>, and <i>Dombey and Son</i>, stand out +clearest in my mind. Then she would sing to us, play +to us, and so we became familiar with Mendelssohn, +Mozart, Schubert, and with all the plaintive, old +English ballads and Scotch border songs; and in +the morning hours, while she was busy with a large +correspondence and literary work, my dear grandmother +taught us, my sister and me, to sew, cut out, and knit, +inculcating meantime many a goodly lesson in charity, +kindliness, and thoughtfulness for others. To my dear +mother, indeed, I owe all that I am. She is gone from +me now, but to her clear mind, wise criticism, and +sound judgment is due whatever literary reputation +I may have earned. I wrote for her, <i>she</i> was my +public!"</p> + +<p>This beloved home was ever one of open hospitality, +and to it came at all times guests of every kind. Here, +Miss Stevens tells you, her grandfather had welcomed +Talleyrand and Louis Napoleon, and here in later days<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[Pg 277]</a></span> +gathered many a company of literary giants whose +names are now household words. After six years of +widowhood her mother married the late Mr. John +Fowler Butterworth, a man who was universally beloved +and respected, of high position, wealth, and great +personal attractions. "We all went with them to the +new home in New York," adds Miss Stevens. "He +was the only father I have ever known, and I loved +him most tenderly."</p> + +<p>From this time the family spent much of their time +on the Continent of Europe. Miss Stevens and her +sister were educated in Paris, having for their instructress +a very charming and capable woman, who had +been <i>gouvernante</i> to the Orleans Princesses. It was +their habit to spend at least three months of every +year abroad, and in this way the young girl saw +much more of foreign countries than her own. Italy, +Switzerland, France, Germany, the Tyrol, each were +visited in turn, and such was the method of their +travelling that every country and town were indelibly +and individually impressed upon her memory. Rome, +Florence, Geneva, Verona, Turin, Munich, Innspruck, +each one and all are to her bright with particular +associations. After her stepfather's death Miss Stevens +and her mother settled permanently in London, where +they had many friends and many family ties, her sister +having married and made her home in England.</p> + +<p>The young author's first literary efforts were begun +at a very early age. "I can scarcely," she says, +"remember a time when I did not scribble. My first +attempt was a sermon on the text 'God is Love,' and I +distinctly recollect how and where I wrote it, crouched<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[Pg 278]</a></span> +behind a long swinging glass in my mother's bed-room, +printing it off in capital letters—writing being then +far beyond my attainments—and getting very hot +and flushed in the effort." Her next attempt was a +decided advance. Her sister and two cousins had +established a small home newspaper, called the <i>Dorcas +Gazette</i>, price one halfpenny, circulation strictly +private and confidential, its end and aim being the +helping of the "Dorcas Society," a body formed to +make clothes for the poor. The circulation amounted +to six copies a week, each of which had to be written +out in fair round hand on two sheets of foolscap paper. +To this ambitious venture she was invited to contribute, +and for two years was writer in chief, +furnishing serials, short stories, and anecdotes, her +sister doing the political and poetical parts. "I have +still," says Miss Stevens, smiling, "one or two of those +old 'gazettes,' time-stained and yellow; I look on +them with the utmost respect, and feel that for +harrowing plot and thrilling adventure, my 'serial' +in five chapters, called 'Blonde and Brunette,' beats +the record of any of my subsequent work!" Her +first book, written when she was seventeen, was a +small novelette called "Distance." It was published +by Appleton, of New York, and was well received and +reviewed. On coming to London, Miss de Grasse +Stevens was asked by the proprietor of the principal +American journal, the <i>New York Times</i>, to prepare +for them a series of articles upon English art and +artists, and for ten years she filled the position of +special art critic to that paper, her letters upon +London artists and their studios being the first of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[Pg 279]</a></span> +the kind ever written, while her account—a two-column +article—of the private view and pictures at +the Royal Academy, which appeared in the morning +edition in New York the next day, was the first +"art-cable" sent across the wires. Her first short +story, written long ago, appeared in <i>Harper's Magazine</i>. +She wrote it secretly, and sent it off furtively. It was +called "Auf Wiedersehn," and was subsequently translated +into German, and reprinted in many English +papers. "After sending it off," she relates, "I waited in +sickening suspense for ten long days, and when at last +a letter came bearing the well-known Franklin-square +stamp, I dared not open it. When I did I fell upon +the floor and cried bitterly from bewildering joy! +It contained a satisfactory cheque, and a request for +'more matter of the same sort.' From that moment +the spell of literature held me as in a vice. I have +never known a moment of purer, more unalloyed joy +than that, and to it I owe my perseverance in the +'thorny path.'"</p> + +<p>Miss De Grasse Stevens's first three-volume novel +was called "Old Boston." It was originally published +by Sampson Low & Co., and has since been brought +out in one volume edition. Its reception was more +than flattering, and the reviews upon it were such +as a much older and more experienced writer might +be pleased to win. The story is partly historical, and +is founded on the events just preceding the siege of +Boston and the declaration of American Independence. +Keenly attracted beyond aught else by history, especially +by the history of her own country, in which there +is stored away such treasures of romance, of reality,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[Pg 280]</a></span> +of poetry, and of pathetic prose—the young American +writer has, in this delightful romance of a hundred +years ago, given clear evidence of her thorough knowledge +of her subject; each character is strongly individualised; +true pathos and purity of style mark every +page; you are carried back a century, yet can feel with +unflagging interest that the persons described are living +fellow-creatures. The descriptive writing is artistically +fine, the love story is tenderly and pathetically told, +whilst the whole betokens careful study and research. +This book gained for Miss de Grasse Stevens countless +kind and flattering letters from old and, as yet, unknown +friends. "Some of my dearest and most +trusty friendships," she says, "I owe to it; first and +foremost in which was that of the late Mr. Kinglake. +I had known his family in Taunton for some time, +but to 'Old Boston' I owed the friendship of the +author, which ended not with his death, for I am +certain such friendships are eternal." She contemplates +some day writing a sequel to this book, +bringing the history part of it down to the famous +battle of Valley Forge and the bombardment and +surrender of New York.</p> + +<p>The author's next work, "Weighed in the Balance," +was a short story written for Mr. W. Stevens's +<i>Magazine of Fiction</i>, and was of the sensational +school. Over a hundred thousand copies were sold, +and for this, too, she received so much praise and so +many letters that she declares herself to have been +"greatly surprised"; among them were two which +she prized highly, one from the late Earl Granville +and the other from the late Earl Spencer, who both<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[Pg 281]</a></span> +wrote that the scenes being laid at Deal, the book +was particularly interesting to them, especially the +parts relating to the Goodwin Sands, and the historic, +but decayed old town of Sandwich. This book was +followed by one that caused a good deal of stir—a +historical monograph called "The Lost Dauphin," in +which the writer took up the mysterious fate of +little Louis XVII., and advanced the theory that he +did not die in the Temple but was stolen from there +and carried to America, where he was deposited with +the Indian tribe of the Iroquois and was eventually +taken East, educated and trained as a missionary +under the name of Ealeazer Williams. The book is +illustrated by three portrait engravings. It called +forth a storm of controversy and a great number of +reviews amongst all the leading journals, the majority +of which frankly accepted her hypothesis. Innumerable +letters poured in from all sorts and conditions +of people, mostly scholars and men interested in +out-of-the-way questions. The late Mr. Kinglake +was particularly keen on it, and Miss Stevens has +a large packet of highly prized letters from him, +devoted to the discussion of the theory that she had +advanced and in which he thoroughly believed. This, +from so great a scholar as the author of "Eöthen" +and "The Crimea," was praise worth having. The +late Robert Browning was another <i>litterateur</i> who +wrote in commendation of the book, as did Mrs. +Gladstone, Henry James, Mr. Russell Lowell, Miss +Sewell, Mr. Phelps, and many others.</p> + +<p>"Miss Hildreth" is the name of Miss de Grasse +Stevens's next three-volume novel, which, following as<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[Pg 282]</a></span> +it did closely after the sensation made by "The Lost +Dauphin," attracted great attention both in France +and England. The scenes are laid in St. Petersburg +and New York, amidst the society with which she was +most familiar. The plot is original, the story is +conspicuous by the ability with which it is written, +and proves how thoroughly and conscientiously she +studies the subject that she has on hand. Very +powerfully drawn is the account of the fortress +prison of Petropavosk, the descriptions of scenery +show how entirely the author is in touch with +nature in her every aspect, while the scene of the +trial betrays the logical mind and power of argument +which she has inherited from her distinguished father. +"Miss Hildreth" is moreover from "start to finish" +deeply interesting and exciting, and displays the +same experienced pen and graceful language, free +from any exaggeration or straining after effect that +is so conspicuous in "Old Boston." Mr. Gladstone, +in his letter to her about "Miss Hildreth," after +expressing his deep interest in its <i>motif</i>, writes, "I +thank you very much for the work you have been +so good as to send me. Both your kindness and the +subjects to which it refers, make me very desirous +to lose no time in beginning it." The young author +has just finished a new novel in one volume, called +"The Sensation of a Season," which will shortly be +published, and is completing another to be called +"A Romantic Inheritance." The former work is +absolutely different in style, and deals chiefly with +American society in London. Besides fiction, Miss +Stevens writes several weekly articles for American<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[Pg 283]</a></span> +syndicates, and is a contributor to a South African +magazine on more abstruse subjects. She has written, +on and off, special articles, by request, for the <i>Saturday +Review</i> since 1885, notably among these, papers +on "Old American Customs," and on "The position of +needlewomen in London," bearing upon the work +depôt established in Cartwright Street, Westminster, +by the Hon. Mrs. William Lowther and Miss Burke; +also an amusing account of "Christmas in America +fifty years ago," in the Christmas number of a weekly +paper, and she has for a long time been a regular +writer on the <i>Argosy</i> staff. Mention must not be +omitted of a particular article called "The Beautiful +Madame Grand, Princesse de Talleyrand," for which +Mr. Cassell sent specially to Versailles to copy the +portrait in the Grand Gallery for the frontispiece +of the magazine. This was followed by a series +of illustrated biographical sketches in the <i>Lady's +Pictorial</i>—"American Ladies at Home in London."</p> + +<p>When engaged on a novel Miss Stevens puts no +pen to paper. "I think it all out in my head," she +says, "before writing a word, chiefly when travelling; +the movement of the train has a peculiar fascination +for me. I make no notes. When it is all complete in +my brain, I write straight away with no effort of +memory." But with all her increasing literary work, +Miss de Grasse Stevens finds time for a little +recreation in exercising her talents for modelling +and painting. In both of these arts she is no mean +proficient. The gift is inherited from her lamented +mother, who painted much for the Royal Family, +and who counted among her personal friends H.R.H.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[Pg 284]</a></span> +Princess Louise, Marchioness of Lorne. Sir Frederick +Leighton, another valued friend, used to say that +her power of colouring was especially wonderful. +The young author is a very early riser, and is up +and out of doors every morning before seven. She +writes from ten till three, and divides her time +between her sister's beautiful country home in Kent +and the pretty little house at West Kensington, where +she stays with a dear aunt and uncle, Dr. Hand Smith, +well known in the scientific world of London for his +discovery of the endolithic process, about which the +late Sir Edgar Boehm was so enthusiastic an admirer. +This little abode may be briefly described as distinctly +artistic. The rooms are olive-green in colour, and contain +several cherished reminiscences of her mother. +The great "Alexandre" American walnut-wood organ—both +reed and wind—reaching to the ceiling, is +quite unique. On a draped easel stands a large +mounted plaque of gorgeous Florida poinsettias, +painted by her mother in a method discovered by +herself, a <i>replica</i> of the design she furnished to the +Queen. Another, almost as beautiful, of different-coloured +pansies, by the same beloved hand, adorns +the mantelshelf. Many well-used volumes of Tennyson, +Browning, Whittier, Thackeray, and of Mrs. Lynn +Linton fill the bookshelves. "I delight in Mrs. Lynn +Linton's books and papers," says your hostess; "I call +her the Modern Crusader, and read everything that she +writes with much pleasure." Among these works you +notice an "In Memoriam" monograph by Miss Stevens +of William Kinglake, illustrated with his portrait, and +a picture of his home, Wilton House, Taunton, both of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[Pg 285]</a></span> +which he gave to her. There are a few good pictures +on the walls: two of Morland's are especially attractive, +<i>lunette</i> in shape, first proofs before letters +engraved by Nutter. Yonder hang a couple of +paintings of her sister's Kentish home, an old red-brick +Elizabethan building, with the peculiar white +facings and low white door belonging especially to the +Tudor days, surrounded by park lands, lawns, and +very old fruit orchards, which are at this season bright +with yellow daffodils. Tradition assigns to it a veritable +ghost, whose uneasy spirit walks every All +Saints' Eve! A packet of letters from great men +lies on a little table near. From them Miss Stevens +selects some from Gladstone, Kinglake, and Irving. +This last was written on the appearance of her papers +in the leading Boston and New York journals on the +subject of "Macbeth." She has new and pleasant work +now on hand as art editor of the <i>Novel Review</i>, in +which her late biographical monograph upon "John +Oliver Hobbes" elicited more than ordinary comment +from the general press; also a fresh and important +post in connection with a smart New York society +journal. "I particularly like the prospect opened out +in this new field of journalism," remarks Miss de +Grasse Stevens quietly, "as it gives me greater freedom +of subject as well as of treatment. I am delighted, +too," she adds, smiling, "with the mere thought of +grappling with any little difficulties that may arise on +the subject."</p> + +<p>And to these "little difficulties" you leave the +bright young American writer, feeling sure that her +clever brain will guide her able pen to solve them aright.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[Pg 286]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="MRS_LEITH_ADAMS" id="MRS_LEITH_ADAMS"></a>MRS. LEITH ADAMS</h2> + +<h2>(<span class="smcap">Mrs. Laffan</span>).</h2> + + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 50%;"> +<img src="images/img286.jpg" width="100%" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>It is a lovely day in early springtime. A gentle south-west +wind is just stirring the meadows, and the young +birds are chirping gaily in the hedgerows which are beginning +to put forth their tiny buds. All nature seems +awake and smiling; truly a fitting morn on which to +visit Stratford-on-Avon, the place so fraught with +memories of the immortal bard. You have been so +fortunate as to make the long journey from London in +the company of the well-known and popular Captain +Gerard, late of the 23rd Welsh Fusiliers, and as he has +been for some years a resident in these parts, he has +given you the <i>carte du pays</i> and much useful and +interesting information.</p> + + +<p>The town of Stratford-on-Avon is beautifully situated +on the south-west border of Warwickshire on a +gentle eminence rising from the bank of the Avon. +As the train glides into the station, Mrs. Leith Adams +is seen standing on the platform. She has come to +meet you, accompanied by many dogs, who insist on +jumping into the carriage as an escort home. On +leaving the station the road runs past the hospital, +down the wonderfully broad High-street of the town +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[Pg 287]</a></span>with its venerable houses on either side, and as the +beautiful old porch of the Guild Chapel (of which Mr. +Laffan is incumbent) comes into view, the pony turns +down Chapel-lane and draws up at the School House.</p> + +<p>Entering the porch into the hall you face the Head +Master's study on the left, a charming room and +evidently the haunt of a scholar. The next room on +the same floor has two French windows opening on to +the garden. In a nook by one of these windows Mrs. +Leith Adams does her writing with the shades of +George Eliot looking down on her, and a fine photograph +of her youngest son now in Australia. Wandering +about the grounds into which these windows +look are six beautiful peacocks, a comical cockatoo, a +seagull, so tame that it comes up when called, two +white broken-haired terriers, and a wise-looking pug. +On the left stands a tree with cocoanuts tied upon it, +where countless blue-eyed tits congregate all day long. +The wide winding staircase leads up to the drawing-room, +where you find yourself among shades of olive green, +and a roving glance is caught by two magnificent old +china jars, standing on either side of the fire-place, once +full of unguents belonging to the Knights of St. John +of Jerusalem, and found in the vaults under the palace +at Malta. The side window looks across the School +gardens to the Memorial Theatre, a fine domed building +on the banks of the river, and the three windows in the +front look over New Place Gardens where lie the +foundations of the house where Shakespeare died, and +where in 1643 Henrietta Maria, Queen of Charles I., +was hospitably received and entertained for three days +by Shakespeare's daughter.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[Pg 288]</a></span></p> + +<p>It was as the wife of the late Surgeon-General A. +Leith Adams, F.R.S., LL.D., M.D., that the author +of "Aunt Hepsy's Foundling" (by which story the +name of Mrs. Leith Adams is best known to the +public) entered on her career as a novelist. Having +been much struck during a visit to Scotland by the +character and personality of a venerable minister of +the Presbyterian Church, she resolved to attempt to +make him the centrepiece of a short story. Of this +resolve the result was "Keane Malcombe's Pupil," +since republished under the title of "Mabel Meredith's +Love Story." Her first essay in fiction met with +instant success. Without any previous acquaintance +with, or introduction to, the present Mr. Charles +Dickens, the author offered her MS. to <i>All the Year +Round</i>. It was at once accepted and published in +the year 1876, from which time up to the present +Mrs. Leith Adams has been continuously a member +of Mr. Dickens's staff.</p> + +<p>A more ambitious effort followed in the year 1877 +when "Winstowe," her first three-volume novel, was +brought out. It bore marks of great inexperience, but +had a certain limited sale in England and a wider +one in America. In the following year "Madelon +Lemoine" was issued, a book which has made its +way steadily among a section of the community, and +is looked upon by many critics as the foremost among +the author's earlier works; but it was not until the +publication of "Aunt Hepsy's Foundling" that her +name came prominently before the public. A remarkable +notice in a leading journal resulted in a second +edition being promptly called for. This has been<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[Pg 289]</a></span> +followed by two other editions, each in one volume, +also one in America and one in Germany. In writing +this book Mrs. Leith Adams was inspired by the +recollections of life in New Brunswick, in which +country she had spent nearly five years with her +husband's regiment—the 1st Battalion "Cheshire." +The novelty of the scene and the freshness of its +treatment secured for the work a prompt success, +and it was spoken of by a weekly review as "an +almost perfect novel of its kind."</p> + +<p>The author has enjoyed very exceptional advantages +as preparation for a literary career. Married at an +early age, when the impression of a girl's life are +peculiarly vivid, she was but six months in Ireland +with the "Cheshire" when that regiment was ordered +on foreign service. Her presentation at the Irish Vice-Regal +Court, over which the scholarly Lord Carlisle +then held sway, the brilliant festivities at the Castle, +<i>réunions</i> at the house of Sir Henry and Lady Marsh, +where she met all the men of letters in Dublin, the +happy <i>camaraderie</i> of regimental life; all these things, +so new to her, passed like a flash, and were exchanged +for the troopship, and ultimately for lands and societies +strangely differing the one from the other.</p> + +<p>The sunshine, orange groves, and military pomp and +glitter of life in Malta were succeeded by the sound of +the sleigh bells over the snow, the wonders of the +sudden springtime, and the gorgeous "fall" of New +Brunswick, and, after nine years' wandering, the +beautiful coast scenery of Guernsey; then once again +the delights of soldiering in Ireland, this time in the +South, where the lovely climate, devoted friends, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">[Pg 290]</a></span> +the charm of being near home once more, have, as +your hostess expresses it, "all made the memories of +those days most dear to me."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Leith Adams did not begin to write whilst still +a very young woman. She says of herself that +although the idea may have been in her mind, she +wished to wait until she had great stores of experience +and observation upon which to draw. Some of +these experiences have been of an intense and exceptional +character. During the great cholera epidemic +which visited the island of Malta in 1866—after sending +home to England her only little child for safety—she +devoted herself to the care of the sick and dying +in her husband's regiment, in company with a band +of soldiers' wives, who gladly and fearlessly gave +themselves to the good work. Many of her experiences +during this awful time are to be found in the +pages of "Madelon Lemoine," but in one instance +(not there alluded to) it may be said that Mrs. Leith +Adams ran extraordinary and perilous risk, such as +rendered her entire immunity from harm little short +of miraculous, whilst she also had the satisfaction +of seeing the woman whom she was attending +gradually recover from the fell disease that so +seldom spares the victim that it has once attacked.</p> + +<p>After twenty-five years' service with the old regiment, +Dr. Leith Adams obtained a Staff appointment +connected with the recruiting department at the Horse +Guards, and this brought himself and his wife to +London, where they continued to reside for some +years.</p> + +<p>It was during this period that her literary career<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[Pg 291]</a></span> +began. At the time of her husband's death she was +under an agreement to supply a serial story to a +leading magazine, in fact she had one, and only one, +chapter written towards that weekly instalment of +"copy" necessary during such a process, "but," she +says, "I shall ever remember with the deepest +gratitude, the prompt generosity with which the +editor, on hearing of my bereavement and of my +subsequent illness, made arrangements to give me +time." As soon as she was able to resume her pen, +Mrs. Leith Adams completed and published "Geoffrey +Stirling," first in the pages of <i>All The Year Round</i>, +and then in three-volume form. This story has had +its share of popularity, and a "picture-board" edition +of it has been issued lately.</p> + +<p>"Amongst the many other advantages I enjoyed," +she remarks, "I rank by no means least the society of +the many eminent and scientific men that my husband's +tastes and attainments opened to me. I can look back +upon gatherings round the hospitable board of Sir +Joseph and Lady Hooker at the Royal Society +Gardens, which included such men as the late William +Spottiswoode, P.R.S., Professor Huxley, Professor +Flower, and of foreign <i>savans</i> not a few, occasions +on which I would gladly have found myself possessed +of not two ears alone, but twenty, and when to listen +to the conversation of the charmed circle was indeed a +liberal education. At the <i>soirées</i> of the Royal Society +I used to delight in meeting all the talent of this and +many another country, and I hold the very strongest +opinions as to the unspeakable advantage that it is to +a woman to listen to highly gifted and deeply learned<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">[Pg 292]</a></span> +men discussing questions and knowledge of the greatest +and most vital importance."</p> + +<p>In the autumn of 1883, Mrs. Leith Adams married, +<i>en secondes noces</i>, the Rev. R. S. de Courcy Laffan, +M.A., eldest son of the late Lieut.-General Sir Robert +Michael Laffan, K.C.M.G., R.E., Governor of the +Bermudas. Mr. Laffan is head-master of King Edward +VI. School at Stratford-on-Avon, the school at which +Shakespeare received his early education. He is a +refined scholar, a most able preacher, and on his staff +are men of high university degrees and much culture, +so that, as Mrs. Laffan, the author's lines are still cast +among intellectual surroundings.</p> + +<p>She has thrown herself into the interests of +school-life as earnestly as she did into that of a +regiment, and of social life in London, and amidst +all the claims of her literary work contrives to find +time to give the most minute care to the health, +comfort, and happiness of the boys under her husband's +roof. It is impossible to see her in their +midst, whether they be tall striplings preparing to +become defenders of their country or little fellows +in sailor suits just introduced to the surroundings +of school, with its pleasures and its trials, without +recognising, as they cluster about her in their own +sitting-rooms, or in her drawing-room, that she has +completely won their hearts and that her influence +among them is one of the factors in the rapidly +increasing success of the school. At the annual +speech day, Mrs. Laffan personally designs all the +costumes of the play, Shakesperean or otherwise, +and on the last occasion of this kind wrote the play<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">[Pg 293]</a></span> +for the junior boys and composed the music incidental +to it.</p> + +<p>One of the later novels by Mrs. Leith Adams (who +prefers to retain her former name in her literary +capacity) is "Louis Draycott," in which the reader +will find many traces of the influence of school life, +and the study of the characteristics of boys. "No +one but a woman could have filled in these tiny +canvases," remarked a critic; "nor are evidences +wanting of her being surrounded by the classic +traditions of Stratford-on-Avon. Thoroughly imbued +with Shakespeare, she has judiciously, to a certain +extent allowed him to influence her diction, but +never obtrusively."</p> + +<p>It is only natural that the author should miss in +her country home the literary, musical, and artistic +society of London, where she has so many friends, +but she has made acquaintances too in Warwickshire, +where she has the privilege of meeting men +and women eminent in the world of letters. Stratford-on-Avon +is of itself a shrine to which so many +distinguished pilgrims, especially Americans, are +drawn, that charming, unexpected meetings often +take place and friendships are cemented when she +takes her many visitors to see the interesting places +in the town.</p> + +<p>"Bonnie Kate, A Story from a Woman's Point of +View," was the writer's next work. It had a successful +career, and was followed by "A Garrison Romance," +wherein military reminiscences figure largely and +many characters are sketched from life. A story +in the same line, entitled "Colour-Sergeant No. 1<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">[Pg 294]</a></span> +Company," is shortly to appear, also a novel in three +volumes called "The Peyton Romance." A late small +volume, "The Cruise of the Tomahawk," was written +by Mrs. Leith Adams in collaboration with her husband +and a friend; the poems with which it is +interspersed and the small illustrations are from the +pen of Mr. Laffan. At the Church Congress held at +Cardiff in 1889 she read a paper upon "Fiction viewed +in relation to Christianity," and she says that she has +some intention of giving a lecture during the present +year on the subject of "Literature as a Profession for +Women."</p> + +<p>As regards her mode of work, she remarks: "The +plots which I find the easiest to work out are those +which have been thought over the longest: the word +'long' here stands for a great deal. The plot and +characters of 'Bonnie Kate' have been under consideration, +and the subject of the accumulation of +constant notes for the last eight years, dating from +a visit to a Yorkshire farmstead for the express +purpose of obtaining the colouring and atmosphere +necessary to the delineation of 'Low Cross Farm.'"</p> + +<p>Of Mrs. Leith Adams' minor works, it may be said +that "My Land of Beulah" has had a quite exceptional +popularity, and "Cosmo Gordon," with its +delightful self-made man, Mr. Japp, has had its full +share of admirers. "Mathilde's Love Story," published +two years ago in the spring number of <i>All The Year +Round</i>, is a memory of Guernsey, and "Georgie's +Wooer" is a reminiscence of life in the South of +Ireland.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Leith Adams is an ardent musician and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">[Pg 295]</a></span> +accomplished pianist, and as there are several good +violinists among the masters and boys of Shakespeare's +School, concerted music is often the order of the day, +more especially at her Thursday afternoon "at homes."</p> + +<p>There is a long gap between the publication of +"Geoffrey Stirling" and that of "Louis Draycott," +but various causes combined to make this so. Further +very heavy bereavements, variable health, anxiety +as to the health of her son (Mr. Francis Lauderdale +Adams, now well known as poet and journalist in +Australia), the necessity for his leaving England, the +same long anxiety with the same results in the case of +her younger son—a most promising boy, whose health +broke down just when his prospects seemed brightest: +all these causes militated for some years against +continuous mental effort. The pen is now, however, +once more resumed, and no doubt a group of what may +be called "later novels" will be the result. In addition +to the high value she places upon long consideration +of a projected novel, Mrs. Leith Adams holds that +to write well, you must read well. She is convinced +that the style and tone of what people read thoughtfully, +sensibly affects their own diction. "I am," she +observes, "a devoted admirer of Mrs. Carlyle, and +have read again and again those thrilling letters in +which all a woman's innermost life and sorrows, and +heart story are laid bare. I am of opinion that had +Jane Welsh Carlyle seen fit to make literature a +profession, that she would have taken rank second +only to that apostle of female culture and ambitions, +George Eliot. Shakespeare, Browning, Tennyson, and +all biographies of great men, are the reading that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">[Pg 296]</a></span> +I love best. Carlyle himself only comes second to his +wife in my estimation, and at the feet of Charles +Dickens I worshipped in my girlhood. (This influence +is distinctly traceable in much of her work.) Mrs. +Gaskell, Miss Austen, Charlotte Brontë's 'Jane Eyre,' +and many of Miss Broughton's works, George Meredith, +Baring Gould, and, above all, George Eliot—these +among English fiction are my favourites, whilst in +French, Dumas' <i>Chevalier de la Maison Rouge</i>, and +many of Octave Feuillet's are my companions. If I +like a book I read it again and again; if I like a play +I go to see it again and again. It is like learning +to know more and more of one whom you love."</p> + +<p>Like most writers, Mrs. Leith Adams has had some +strange and funny experiences in letters from people +unknown and never to be known, and in the calm +impertinences—probably not intended—of people absolutely +ignorant of literary knowledge, as for instance +when a peculiarly <i>banale</i> woman remarked to her, +"I'm sure I could write novels quite as well as you +<i>if I were not so weak in the wrist</i>," which was +assuredly locating the mental faculties rather low +down; and another, a perfect stranger, who called upon +her in London and said with startling candour, "I +want to make some money, I'm going to write a novel. +<i>How do you begin?</i>"</p> + +<p>Later on, a visit to the schools is suggested, and, +escorted by your hosts, you make a tour round these +interesting premises. The schools, the chapel, and the +vicarage house form three sides of a quaint old-world +quadrangle, in which it is easy to forget for a moment +the nineteenth century, and to dream oneself back into<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">[Pg 297]</a></span> +the middle ages. The Guild Chapel, one of the most +interesting buildings in Stratford, was founded by the +brethren of the Guild of the Holy Cross. The chancel +dates from the thirteenth century, but the nave is of +more recent construction. The next building bears an +inscription, "King Edward VI. School," though its real +founder was Thomas Jolyffe, one of the priests of the +Guild, who built the Old Latin Schoolroom in 1482. +The unpretending exterior scarcely prepares you for +the quaint beauty of the interior. On entering you +find yourself in a long panelled room, which is the Old +Guild Hall, where the Earl of Worcester's players gave +their representations in Shakespeare's day. On the +same floor is a class room called the Armoury with +Jacobean panelling, and a fresco of the arms of the +Kings of England. A narrow staircase leads to a little +room on the left, where a few years ago several +16th century MSS. were discovered. Then comes the +Council Chamber with its splendid oak roof and +Jacobean table, and on the wall there are two curious +frescoes of roses painted in 1485 to commemorate the +termination for ever of the terrible wars of the Roses. +Next to it is the Mathematical Room, but it is on +leaving that, and entering the Old Latin Room, that +you feel impressed with the great antiquity and beauty +of the building. The roof is one of the finest specimens +of the open roof in the country. It was in this and +the adjoining room that the poet received his education, +and from it the desk which tradition assigns to him +was taken. It now stands in the museum at the +birthplace, which place you are duly taken to visit +and also the Church of Holy Trinity, where at the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_298" id="Page_298">[Pg 298]</a></span> +entrance to the altar, on a slab covering the ashes of +the poet, is an inscription written by himself, together +with his bust painted into a strict likeness, even to the +complexion, the colour of the hair and eyes, and you +leave all these interesting relics with a strong conviction +that no better cicerone could be found than Mr. +and Mrs. Laffan to do the honours of the ancient and +historic buildings of Shakespeare's School and the +"sacred places of Stratford-on-Avon"—</p> + +<p class="poem"> +"Where sleep the illustrious dead, where lies the dust<br /> +Of him whose fame immortal liveth still<br /> +And will live evermore."<br /> +</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 100%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">[Pg 299]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="JEAN_INGELOW" id="JEAN_INGELOW"></a>JEAN INGELOW.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 50%;"> +<img src="images/img299.jpg" width="100%" alt="" title="" /> +</div> + + +<p>"Talent does what it may; Genius, what it must." +To no one could the definition apply more appropriately +than to the well-known and gifted poetess, +Jean Ingelow. She came into the world full-blown; +she was a poet in mind from infancy; she was +born just as she is now, without improvement, without +deterioration. From her babyhood, when she +could but just lisp her childish hymns, she was +always distressed if the rhyme were not perfect, and +as she was too young to substitute another word +with the same meaning, she used simply to make a +word which was an echo of the first, quite oblivious +of the meaning. Every trifling incident, a ray of +sunlight, a flower, a singing bird, a lovely view—all +inspired her with a theme for expression, and she +had a joy in so expressing herself.</p> + +<p>Jean Ingelow was born near Boston, Lincolnshire. +She was one of a large family of brothers and sisters; +she was never sent to school, and was brought up +entirely at home, partly by teachers of whom she +regrets to say she was too much inclined to make +game, but more by her mother, who, being a very +clever woman of a poetical turn of mind, mainly<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">[Pg 300]</a></span> +educated her numerous family herself. Her father +was a banker at Suffolk, a man of great culture and +ability. "It was a happy, bright, joyous childhood," +says Miss Ingelow; "there was an originality about +us, some of my brothers and sisters were remarkably +clever, but all were droll, full of mirth, and could +caricature well. We each had a most keen sense +of the ridiculous. Two of the boys used to go to a +clergyman near for instruction, where there was a +small printing machine. We got up a little periodical +of our own and used all to write in it, my brothers' +schoolfellows setting up the type. It was but the +other day one of these old schoolfellows dined with us, +and reminded me that he had put my first poems into +type."</p> + +<p>Many of these verses are still in existence, but the +girl-poet had yet another place, and an entirely +original one, where in secret she gave expression +to her muse. In a large upper room where she slept, +the windows were furnished with old-fashioned folding +shutters, the backs of which were neatly "flatted," +and formed an excellent substitute for slate or paper. +"They were so convenient," she remarks, smiling. "I +used to amuse myself much in this way. I opened +the shutters and wrote verses and songs on them, and +then folded them in. No one ever saw them until one +day when my mother came in and found them, to her +great surprise." Many of these songs, too, were transmitted +to paper and were preserved.</p> + +<p>Whilst on a visit to some friends in Essex, Jean +Ingelow and some young companions wrote a number +of short stories and sent them for fun to a periodical<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">[Pg 301]</a></span> +called <i>The Youth's Magazine</i>. She signed her contributions +"Orris," and was delighted when she received +an intimation that they were accepted and that the +editor "would be glad to get more of them." Meantime, +she went on accumulating a goodly store of +poems, songs, and verses; many were burnt and +others directly they were written were carefully +hidden away in old manuscript books, but the day +was fast approaching when they were to see the +light. In the affectionate give and take of a witty, +united, and cultured family, her brothers and sisters +used to laugh merrily at her efforts and often parodied +good-naturedly her poems, though secretly they were +proud of them. The method of bringing out this +book, which was her first great success and was +destined shortly to become so famous, was very +curious. A brother wishing to give her pleasure +offered to contribute to have her MSS. printed. This +was done, and the next move was to take them to +a publisher, Mr. Longman. "My mother and I went +together," says Miss Ingelow; "she consented to +allow my name to appear; we were all rather +flustered and excited over it, it seemed altogether +so ridiculous." Very far from "ridiculous," however, +was the result. Mr. Longman at first looked doubtful, +but soon recognising the merits of the work, took up +the matter warmly, with the excellent effect that +in the first year four editions of a thousand copies +each were sold and the young poet's fame was +secured. The book bore the simple and unpretending +title, "Poems, by Jean Ingelow."</p> + +<p>"It was a long time before I could make up my<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_302" id="Page_302">[Pg 302]</a></span> +mind if I liked it or not," says the author. "I could +not help writing, it is true, but it seemed to make +me unlike other people; being one of so many and +being supposed to be sensible, and to behave on the +whole like other people, and trying to do so, and +delighting in the companionship of my own family +more than in any other, I am not at all sure that I was +pleased when I was suddenly called a poet, because +that is a circumstance more than most others which +sets one apart, but they were all so joyous and made +much fun over it."</p> + +<p>This first volume of poems has been re-published +and yet again and again, until up to the present time +it has reached its twenty-sixth edition, in different +forms and sizes. One of these was brought out as an +<i>édition de luxe</i>, and is profusely illustrated. Jean +Ingelow's poetry is too well known and widely read to +need much comment. In this remarkable volume, +probably the most quoted and best recollected verses +are to be found under the title of "Divided," "Song of +Seven," "Supper at the Mill," "Looking over a Gate +at a Mill," "The Wedding Song," "Honours," "The +High Tide on the Coast of Lincolnshire," "Brothers +and a Sermon," "Requiescat in Pace," "The Star's +Monument," yet when this is said, you turn to another +and yet another, and would fain name the last read +the best. Where all are sweet, sound, and healthy; +where all are full of feeling, bright with suggestions, +and thoroughly understandable, how hard it is to +choose! And who has not read and heard over and +over again that exquisite song which has been set to +music no less than thirteen times, "When sparrows<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303">[Pg 303]</a></span> +build"? Also, "Sailing Beyond Seas," with the +beauteous refrain:—</p> + +<p class="poem"> +O fair dove! O fond dove!<br /> +And dove with the white breast,<br /> +Let me alone, the dream is my own,<br /> +And my heart is full of rest.<br /> +</p> + +<p>To the most superficial reader the tender and real +humanity of these entirely original poems is evident, +while to the student who goes further into the +fascinating work, deeper treasures are discovered; you +realise more and more her own personality, her own +distinctive style, and get many a glimpse of the pure +heart and lofty aspiration of the gifted singer.</p> + +<p>But to return to the original issue of this first +published book. In consequence of its success, Mr. +Strahan made an immediate application for any other +work by the same pen; accordingly Jean Ingelow's +early short tales, signed "Orris," were collected and +published under the title of "Stories told to a Child." +This, too, went through many editions, one of which +was illustrated by Millais and other eminent artists. +A further request for longer stories resulted in the +production of a volume called, "Studies for Stories."</p> + +<p>These delightful sketches, professedly written for +young girls, soon attracted children of much older +growth. While simple in construction and devoid of +plot, they are full of wit and humour, of gentle satire +and fidelity to nature. They are prose poems, written +in faultless style and are truthful word-paintings of +real everyday life.</p> + +<p>Jean Ingelow has ever been a voluminous writer, +but only an odd volume or so of her own works is<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_304" id="Page_304">[Pg 304]</a></span> +to be found in her house. She "gives them away, +indeed, scarcely knows what becomes of them," she +says. Among many other of her books is one called +"A Story of Doom, and other Poems," which has +likewise passed into many editions. Here stand +out pre-eminently "The Dreams that come true," +"Songs on the Voices of Birds," "Songs of the Night +Watches," "Gladys and her Island," ("An Imperfect +Fable with a Doubtful Moral,") "Lawrance," and +"Contrasted Songs." "A Story of Doom" may be +called an epic. It deals with the closing days of the +antediluvian world, while its chief figures are Noah, +Japhet, Amarant the slave, the impious giants, and +the arch-fiend. Her portraiture of these persons, +natural and supernatural, is very powerful and impressive. +"Lawrance" is unquestionably an idyll +worthy to be ranked with "Enoch Arden." Told, +at once, with much dramatic power and touching +simplicity, there is a fresh, pure atmosphere about it +which makes it intensely natural and sympathetic. +One of the poems in a third volume, republished +four or five years ago, is called "Echo and the Ferry," +which is a great favourite and is constantly chosen +for recitation. In the "Song for the Night of Christ's +Resurrection," breathes the deeply devotional and +sincerely religious spirit of the author who was +brought up by strictly evangelical parents, yet is +there no trace of narrowness or bigotry in Jean +Ingelow or her writings. She is large-hearted, +single-minded, and tolerant in all matters.</p> + +<p>"It may seem strange to say so," observes your +gentle hostess, whilst a smile illuminates the speak<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">[Pg 305]</a></span>ing +countenance; "but I have never been inside a +theatre in my life. I always say on such occasions, +that although our parents never took us, and I never +go myself out of habit and affectionate respect for +their memory, I do not wish to give an opinion +or to say that others are wrong to go. We must +each act according to our own convictions, and must +ever use all tolerance towards those who differ from +us. We had many pleasures and advantages. There +was no dulness or gloom about our home, and everything +seemed to give occasion for mirth. We had +many trips abroad too, indeed, we spent most winters +on the Continent. I made an excursion with a brother +who was an ecclesiastical architect, and in this way +I visited every cathedral in France. Heidelberg is +very picturesque, and suggested many poetical ideas, +but all travelling enlarges one's mind and is an +education."</p> + +<p>One event which caused the keenest amusement to +these happy young people, all blessed with excellent +spirits, sparkling wit, and general enjoyment of +everything, occurred when a pretty, kindly, appreciative +notice appeared in some paper of a person +called by her name. There was hardly a single +item in it that was really true, even to the +description of her birthplace, which was described +vaguely as being stationed on the sea-beach and +flanked by two lighthouses, "between which the +lonely child might have been seen to wander for +hours together nursing her poetic dreams, dragging +the long trails of seaweed after her, and listening to +the voice of the waves." This supposititious little<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_306" id="Page_306">[Pg 306]</a></span> +biography was productive of the greatest merriment +to her brothers and sisters. The first impulse was +to answer it, to disclaim the solitary wanderings and +poetic dreams, and to describe the place correctly; +but although urged by friends to do this, Jean +Ingelow on reflection decided to let it pass, and in +the end the laughter died out. "To a poetic nature," +she remarks, "expression is a necessity, but once +expressed, the thought and feeling that inspired it +may often be forgotten. I am sure that I could not +repeat one of my own poems from beginning to end +just as I wrote it. I have a distinct theory too, that +one is not taught, one is born to it. I was never +able to make a great effort in my life, but what I +can do at all, I can do at once, and having thought +a good deal on any subject I know very little more +than I did at first. Things come to me without +striving, besides I am quite unromantic. I never +wrote in a hurry. We might all be laughing and +talking together, yet if I went up to my room and +sat alone, I could at once write in a most sad and +melancholy strain. I was not studious as a child, +though I remember a great epoch in my life was +reading 'The Pilgrim's Progress,' when I was seven +years old, and I was perfectly well able to perceive +the deep imaginative powers of it, but I always +wanted to study what was not in books."</p> + +<p>But if Jean Ingelow's books are sold by thousands +in England, they are sold by tens of thousands in +America. Her publishers there for many years used +to send her a handsome royalty on their sales; some +years ago, however, five other American publishers<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_307" id="Page_307">[Pg 307]</a></span> +brought out her poetical works simultaneously, since +which time she has received nothing! She is probably +the first woman-poet who has met with not only +world-wide popularity, but who might if it had been +needful, have lived very well by the proceeds of her +verse alone. A few years ago Messrs. Longman brought +out, by request, a new edition of her books. Altogether, +she declares herself to "have been a very fortunate +woman, and almost always happy in her publishers, +too."</p> + +<p>In later years Jean Ingelow has written many prose +works of fiction, notably "Off the Skelligs," "Fated to +be Free," "Don John," "Sarah de Berenger," "Mopsa, +the Fairy," "John Jerome," etc. "Off the Skelligs" +was the first novel by the author whose name had +hitherto been almost exclusively associated with verse, +and it was received with more than ordinary interest. +The book teems with incident; the poetic vein may be +traced in the realistic pictures of child life, in the +description of the lovely scenery depicted in the +yachting trip, and in the graphic and stirring account +of the burning ship and rescue of its passengers. +"Fated to be Free" is a sequel to the previous work. +The book opens with a powerful description of an old +manor house and family over whose head hangs the +mysterious blight of some unknown misfortune, which +is cleverly indicated rather than described, and though +tragical in the main, the sorrow is not allowed to +overshadow the story too heavily, for here and there +humour and wit sparkle out, while the whole betrays +the writer's deep intuitive knowledge of human hearts +and human lives. "Mopsa, the Fairy" has been called<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_308" id="Page_308">[Pg 308]</a></span> +"A poem in prose, for the use of children," and a better +name for it could not be found. It is, as the title +implies, a tale of fairyland in its brightest aspect, and +is told with the purity of conception and the excellence +of execution which characterise the gifted author's +writings.</p> + +<p>A few words must be said in description of the +pretty house in Kensington where Miss Ingelow lives +with her brother, and into which, some thirteen years +ago, they removed from Upper Kensington to be +further out and away from so much building. Since +this removal she says, "three cities have sprung up +around them!" The handsome square detached house +stands back in a fine, broad road, with carriage drive +and garden in front filled with shrubs, and half a +dozen chestnut and almond trees, which in this bright +spring weather are bursting out into leaf and flower. +Broad stone steps lead up to the hall door, which +is in the middle of the house. The entrance hall—where +hangs a portrait of the author's maternal great-grandfather, +the Primus of Scotland, <i>i.e.</i>, Bishop of +Aberdeen—opens into a spacious, old-fashioned drawing-room +of Italian style on the right. Large and +lofty is this bright, cheerful room. A harp, on which +Miss Ingelow and her mother before her played +right well, stands in one corner. There is a grand +pianoforte opposite, for she was a good musician, and +had a remarkably fine voice in earlier years. On +the round table in the deep bay windows in front +are many books, various specimens of Tangiers pottery, +and some tall plants of arum lilies in flower. The +great glass doors draped with curtains at the further<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_309" id="Page_309">[Pg 309]</a></span> +end, open into a large conservatory where Miss Ingelow +often sits in summer. It is laid down with matting +and rugs, and standing here and there are flowering +plants and two fine araucarias. The verandah steps +on the left lead into a large and well-kept garden +with bright green lawn, at the end of which through +the trees may be discerned a large stretch of green-houses, +and a view beyond of the great trees in the +grounds of Holland Park. On the corresponding side +of the house at the back is the billiard-room, which +is Mr. Ingelow's study, leading into an ante-room, +and in the front is the dining-room, where the author's +literary labours are carried on. "I write in a commonplace, +prosaic manner," she says; "I am afraid I am +rather idle, for I only work during two or three of the +morning hours, with my papers spread all about +the table." Over the fireplace hangs a painting on +ivory of her father, and above it a portrait of her mother, +taken in her early married life. This portrait, together +with one of the poet herself when an infant, is in +pastels, and they were originally done as door panels +for her father's room; the colouring is yet unfaded.</p> + +<p>The conversation turning upon memory—for Jean +Ingelow holds pronounced theories on this subject—she +leads the way back to the conservatory and points out +the picture of her grandfather's house, called Ingelow +House after her, with which her very earliest recollections +are associated, and her memory dates back to +when she was but seventeen months old! She says +that "friends smile at this and think that she is +romancing, but if people made attempts to recollect +their very early days, certain visions which have passed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_310" id="Page_310">[Pg 310]</a></span> +into the background for many years would rise again +with a distinctness which would make it impossible to +mistake them for inventions, and also make it certain +that the records of this life are not annihilated, but +only covered." She took some trouble to collect facts +as to "first recollections" of many people, and found +that two at least could remember events which were +proved to have happened at the age of eighteen and +twenty-two months respectively. In further support +of this theory she relates an amusing and curious +incident of dormant memory in early childhood which +actually happened in her own family. Miss Ingelow's +mother went on a visit to her own father, who +lived in London, accompanied by her infant son aged +eleven months and his nurse. One day the nurse +brought the baby into his mother's room and put him +on the floor, which was carpeted all over, where he +crept about and amused himself whilst she dressed her +mistress. When the toilet was completed, a certain +ring which Mrs. Ingelow generally wore was missing. +Search was made but it was never found and shortly +after the visit ended, and the matter was almost forgotten. +Mother and child again went on the same visit exactly +a year later, accompanied by the same nurse, who took +the boy into the same room. His mother saw him look +around him, and deliberately walk up to one corner, +turn back a bit of the carpet and produce the ring. +He never gave any account of it nor did he seem to +remember it later; he had probably found it on the +floor and hidden it for safety—it could hardly have +been for mischief—and had forgotten all about it until +he saw the place again, as he was too young when the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_311" id="Page_311">[Pg 311]</a></span> +ring was missed to understand what the talk and search +about it meant. "He was by no means a precocious +child," adds Miss Ingelow, "nor did he show later any +remarkable qualities in his powers of learning or +remembering lessons."</p> + +<p>She lost her mother thirteen years ago, and her +father passed away before the publication of her first +book of poetry—the book of which he would have +been so proud. "It was a joy to me," says the +poetess, "when I found that people began to read +my verses, and I can never forget too my pleasure +when first introduced to Mr. Ruskin and he asked my +mother and me to luncheon at his house. Of course, I +was far too modest to be willing to talk to him, +especially in my mother's presence; but after luncheon +I got away from them, leaving them in high discourse, +and surreptitiously stole down to look at a bush of +roses which were very much to my mind. Mr. Ruskin +presently came up to me, and entered into a charming +conversation. He gathered some of the flowers and +gave them to me—I kept them for a long time—then +we walked round a meadow close at hand which was +just fit for the scythe, and afterwards he took me to +see a number of the curiosities that he had collected. +We soon became loving friends and his friendship has +been one of the great pleasures of my life. Sir +Arthur Helps, too, was for many years a dear friend."</p> + +<p>Miss Ingelow is, as may be supposed, a great reader, +though she observes, "that few people take as long +a time in reading a book as she does." Her preference +is for works of a religious tone, chiefly those of eminent +divines. "I do not want to use the word 'fastidious,'"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_312" id="Page_312">[Pg 312]</a></span> +she adds, "but perhaps I am more <i>bornée</i> than most +people in my taste in literature. Even some of Sir +Walter Scott's and many of Thackeray's novels I +cannot read, but I am fond of 'Vanity Fair,' and +Dickens, and delight in several of Shakespeare's +masterpieces, reading them over and over again."</p> + +<p>She is "resting" for a while now. The poetic vein, +she says, is not strongly upon her for the moment, but +it invariably returns. Meantime it is to be hoped that +the day may not be far distant when the public will +rejoice to welcome yet more sweet strains from the +pen of the great and gifted poet.</p> + +<hr style='width: 15%;' /> + +<p>The pleasant task of writing these simple biographical +sketches of writers of the day is at an end. With +those who were previously friends the friendship has +been deepened, the few who were as yet strangers have +become friends. 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