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Helen Jackson (search for this): chapter 6
Helen Jackson. ( H. H. ) Mlle de Montpensier, grand-daughter of Henri Quatre, is said to have been so famous in history that her name never appears in it; she being known only as La Grande Mademoiselle. This anonymousness may help the faw, though pure and wholesome; she sounds no depths as this later poet sounds them. The highest type of this class of Helen Jackson's verses may be found in the noble poem entitled Spinning, which begins:-- Like a blind spinner in the sun I trea ever been framed: Henry Vaughan, had he been a woman, might have written it. If, in addition to her other laurels, Mrs. Jackson is the main author of the Saxe Holm tales, she must be credited not only with some of the very best stories yet writteirls and the apocryphal rural contributors were less easily abolished, though time has abated their demands. The more Mrs. Jackson denied the authorship, the more resolutely the public mind intrenched itself in the belief that she had something to d
Andrew Marvell (search for this): chapter 6
whose love thine own should be, Called thee with steadfast voice of prophecy To shores unknown! O Love, poor Love, avail Thee nothing now thy faiths, thy braveries; There is no sun, no bloom; a cold wind strips The bitter foam from off the wave where dips No more thy prow; the eyes are hostile eyes; The gold is hidden; vain thy tears and cries: O Love, poor Love, why didst thou burn thy ships? Verses, p. 71. H. H. writes another class of poems, that, with a grace and wealth like Andrew Marvell's, carry us into the very life of external nature, or link it with the heart of man. Emerson's Humblebee is not a creation more fresh and wholesome than is My strawberry. O marvel, fruit of fruits, I pause To reckon thee. I ask what cause Set free so much of red from heats At core of earth, and mixed such sweets With sour and spice ; what was that strength Which out of darkness, length by length, Spun all thy shining thread of vine Netting the fields in bond as thine; I see thy tendr
Henry Vaughan (search for this): chapter 6
tance, the influence is shallow, though pure and wholesome; she sounds no depths as this later poet sounds them. The highest type of this class of Helen Jackson's verses may be found in the noble poem entitled Spinning, which begins:-- Like a blind spinner in the sun I tread my days; I know that all the threads will run Appointed ways; I know each day will bring its task, And, being blind, no more I ask. Verses, p. 14. No finer symbolic picture of human life has ever been framed: Henry Vaughan, had he been a woman, might have written it. If, in addition to her other laurels, Mrs. Jackson is the main author of the Saxe Holm tales, she must be credited not only with some of the very best stories yet written in America,--Draxy Miller's Dowry, for instance,--but with one of the best-kept of all literary secrets. There has been something quite dramatic in the skill with which the puzzle has been kept alive by the appearance of imaginary claimants — if imaginary they be — to the
Draxy Miller (search for this): chapter 6
nry Vaughan, had he been a woman, might have written it. If, in addition to her other laurels, Mrs. Jackson is the main author of the Saxe Holm tales, she must be credited not only with some of the very best stories yet written in America,--Draxy Miller's Dowry, for instance,--but with one of the best-kept of all literary secrets. There has been something quite dramatic in the skill with which the puzzle has been kept alive by the appearance of imaginary claimants — if imaginary they be — to have dropped the Saxe Holm stories in the street, and demanded that they should be restored to him. He was suppressed by the simple expedient of inviting him to bring in some specimens of his own poetry, that it might be compared with that of Draxy Miller; but the modest young girls and the apocryphal rural contributors were less easily abolished, though time has abated their demands. The more Mrs. Jackson denied the authorship, the more resolutely the public mind intrenched itself in the beli
Celia Burleigh (search for this): chapter 6
of the Saxe Holm tales, she must be credited not only with some of the very best stories yet written in America,--Draxy Miller's Dowry, for instance,--but with one of the best-kept of all literary secrets. There has been something quite dramatic in the skill with which the puzzle has been kept alive by the appearance of imaginary claimants — if imaginary they be — to the honor of this authorship: now a maiden lady in the interior of New York; now a modest young girl whose only voucher, Celia Burleigh, died without revealing her name. I do not know whether any of these claimants took the pains to write out whole stories in manuscript,--as an Irish pretender copied out whole chapters of Miss Edgeworth's Castle Rackrent, with corrections and erasures, --but it is well known that the editors of Scribner's Monthly were approached by some one who professed to have dropped the Saxe Holm stories in the street, and demanded that they should be restored to him. He was suppressed by the simpl
Saxe Holm (search for this): chapter 6
ong as these initials only were given; to combine with this the still remoter individuality of Saxe Holm, was only to deepen the sense of vagueness; and if all the novels of the No name series, insteve written it. If, in addition to her other laurels, Mrs. Jackson is the main author of the Saxe Holm tales, she must be credited not only with some of the very best stories yet written in Americahe editors of Scribner's Monthly were approached by some one who professed to have dropped the Saxe Holm stories in the street, and demanded that they should be restored to him. He was suppressed by strange history only revived the same questions. The plots of these books showed the hand of Saxe Holm, the occasional verses that of H. H. Both novels brought a certain disappointment: they had o traced, the final punishment of Hetty's sin. One of the acutest critics in America said of Saxe Holm: She stands on the threshold of the greatest literary triumphs ever won by an American woman.
Jean Paul (search for this): chapter 6
were too painful to be heartily enjoyed. After all, the public mind is rather repelled by a tragedy, since people wish to be made happy. Great injustice has been done by many critics, I think, to Hetty's strange history. While its extraordinary power is conceded, it has been called morbid and immoral; yet it is as stern a tale of retribution as Madame Bovary or The scarlet letter. We rarely find in fiction any severity of injustice meted out to a wrong act done from noble motives. In Jean Paul's Siebenkas the husband feigns death in order that his wife may find happiness without him: he succeeds in his effort, and is at last made happy himself. In Hetty's strange history the wife effaces herself with precisely the same object,--for her husband's sake: but the effort fails; the husband is not made happy by her absence, and when they are re-united the memory of her deception cannot be banished, so that after the first bliss of re-union they find that complete healing can never co
Mlle Montpensier (search for this): chapter 6
Helen Jackson. ( H. H. ) Mlle de Montpensier, grand-daughter of Henri Quatre, is said to have been so famous in history that her name never appears in it; she being known only as La Grande Mademoiselle. This anonymousness may help the fame of a princess, but it must hurt that of an author. The initials L. E. L., so familiar to some of us in childhood, stood for a fame soon forgotten; and this not so much because her poetry was weak, but because her name was in a manner nameless. However popular might be the poems of H. H., they were still attached to a rather vague and formless personality so long as these initials only were given; to combine with this the still remoter individuality of Saxe Holm, was only to deepen the sense of vagueness; and if all the novels of the No name series, instead of two of them, had been attributed to the same shadowy being, every one would have pronounced the suggestion quite credible. To take these various threads of mystery, and weave th
Alice Cary (search for this): chapter 6
or the grandeur of her half-glance over the shoulder as she named first among the hero's funeral attendants Majestic death, his freedman, following. H. H. reaches the popular heart best in a class of poems easy to comprehend, thoroughly human in sympathy; poems of love, of motherhood, of bereavement; poems such as are repeated and preserved in many a Western cabin, cheering and strengthening many a heart. Other women have exerted a similar power; but in the hands of a writer like Alice Cary, for instance, the influence is shallow, though pure and wholesome; she sounds no depths as this later poet sounds them. The highest type of this class of Helen Jackson's verses may be found in the noble poem entitled Spinning, which begins:-- Like a blind spinner in the sun I tread my days; I know that all the threads will run Appointed ways; I know each day will bring its task, And, being blind, no more I ask. Verses, p. 14. No finer symbolic picture of human life has ever been f
Jean Ingelow (search for this): chapter 6
weave them into a substantial fame, this passed the power of public admiration. At any rate, an applause so bewildered could heartily be heard across the Atlantic; and it is almost exasperating to find that in England, for instance, where so many feeble American reputations have been revived only to die, there are few critics who know even the name of the woman who has come nearest in our day and tongue to the genius of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, and who has made Christina Rossetti and Jean Ingelow appear but second-rate celebrities. When some one asked Emerson a few years since whether he did not think H. H. the best woman-poet on this continent, he answered in his meditative ay, Perhaps we might as well omit the woman, thus placing her, at least in that moment's impulse, at the head of all. He used to cut her poems from the newspapers as they appeared, to carry them about with him, and to read them aloud. His especial favorites were the most condensed and the deepest, those h
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