of greater secular interest, Mrs. Bacon
resigned her editorship, although her occasional contributions to the magazine continued.
The Repository contains many examples of verse from the pen of Mrs. Bacon
, and a few examples of her prose.
We may perhaps best say that the Repository itself is the monument of her labors.
But through life her pen was busy.
As a child, she made experiments in composition.
When her husband died, Mrs. Bacon
published an extended ‘Memoir’ of him; also she contributed to The Rose of Sharon
, an annual, in the fashion of those days, with miscellaneous contents and steel engravings.
Her letters, written from abroad in 1867, are described as very entertaining.
A little book, called ‘Only a Keepsake,’ privately printed during her life, contains some of her poems.
Here are a few lines about April—–
life! 't is singing in the rills
And piping in the meadows,
Tis bursting from the gray old trees
That cast their ghostly shadows.
The rose's stem is flushed with red,
With green is streaked the willow,
And green the little grasses shoot
Where lay the snowy pillow.
And here are a few on a more intimate subject-her son, going to the war—
He stands before me tall and fair,
The sunlight dancing on his hair,
His stalwart arm to me he shows,
His broad breast heaves with manly throes.
Was it for this I gladdened so
To see him up from boyhood grow?
For this I read him many a tale
Of brave old warriors clad in mail?
This son, Henry
, was wounded in the second battle of Bull Run
, and, being discharged from the army, devoted himself to art abroad.