MARGARET JUNKIN - Early 19th Century American Female Poet. (American Female Poets)

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Subjects Preston, Margaret Junkin, Women and literature -- United States -- History -- 19th century. Authors, American -- 19th century -- Biography. Women and literature -- Southern States. Summary "Margaret Junkin Preston was once deemed by the Washington Post to be "one of the really famous American authors of the day. In this comprehensive literary biography Stacey Jean Klein maps the progress by which this Pennsylvania native became a celebrated poet of the Confederacy and eventually an established author of national prominence.

George Junkin, served in turn as president of Lafayette College in Easton, Pennsylvania; Miami University in Oxford, Ohio; and Washington College in Lexington, Virginia - a career path that exposed Margaret and her sister Eleanor to a superior education by faculty tutors and to the cultural values of the East, Midwest, and South. Jackson - later Confederate general "Stonewall" Jackson - in and died tragically soon after, following childbirth. In Margaret married Major John T. But with the onset of war, Preston again took to wielding her pen, this time to espouse the Southern cause through a series of Confederate nationalist verses.

The deaths of Stonewall Jackson and her stepson, her husband's dangerous military service, and the invasion of her home by Union troops all solidified for Preston the high personal cost of war and compounded her belief in the justice of the Confederate cause. Bleecker never recovered from this blow; and though, after the capture of Burgoyne, she returned to her former home in the country, she could never regain her cheerfulness.

She lived in peace, however, until one day in August, ; when a party of the enemy seized Mr. Bleecker and two of his men, while they were busy in the harvest-field, and carried them off prisoners. Bleecker visited her native city after the peace was concluded; but the havoc war had made among the scenes, and especially among the friends, of her early days, weighed so heavily on her spirits that she soon sank under it. She returned to her cottage at Tomhanick, and died on the 23d of November, , aged thirty-one.

Her poems were published in They have no very marked characteristics; they are occasionally sweet, generally mournful. Her biographer truly says, "Mrs. Bleecker's poetry is not of that high order which would sustain itself under any very bold attempt; but the events of her life confer a degree of interest upon the few productions which she has left behind her. A female cultivating the elegant arts of refined society, at the ultima Thule of civilized life, in regions of savage wildness, and among scenes of alarm, desolation, and bloodshed, is a spectacle too striking not to fix our attention.

Her poems were published in the same volume with those of her mother; but far exceed them in force of expression, and originality of thought. MAY be regarded as a literary curiosity. She made so great a sensation in her time, that we must not omit a notice of her in our history of American female poetry; although the specimens we give of her talents may not be considered so wonderful as the sensation they caused.

Phillis was stolen from Africa, at seven or eight years of age, carried to America, and sold in , to John Wheatley, a rich merchant in Boston. She was so much loved by his family, for her amiable, modest manners, her exquisite sensibility, and "extraordinary talents," that she was not only released from the labours usually devolving on slaves, but entirely free also from the cares of the household.

The literary characters of the day paid her much attention, supplied her with books, and encouraged with warm approbation all her intellectual efforts; while the best society of Boston received her as an equal. She was not only devoted to reading, and diligent in the study of the scriptures, but she made rapid proficiency in all learning; understood Latin, and commenced a translation, which was said to be very creditably done, of one of Ovid's tales.

It was in England that they were first given to the world. Phillis was taken there on account of her health, which, always delicate, became at this time so feeble as to alarm her friends. In , she received her freedom, and two years afterwards she married a man of colour, who, in the superiority of his understanding, was also a kind of phenomenon. At first a grocer, in which business he failed, he ambitiously became a lawyer, and under the name of Dr. Peter, pleaded the cause of the negroes, before judiciary tribunals.

The reputation he enjoyed procured him a fortune. He was, however, proud and indolent, and brought a good deal of unhappiness upon poor Phillis. Unfortunately, she had been a spoiled and petted child, and could not bear to turn her thoughts to household duties. Her husband required of her more than she could perform. At first he reproached, afterwards rebuked, and at last so harshly and cruelly distressed her, that she could bear it no longer, but died in , literally of a broken heart. Peace be to her memory! Doubtless she has proved long ago the truth of her own spirited couplet, Remember Christians, negroes, black as Cain, May be refined, and join the angelic train!

She was a skilful and industrious writer both of prose and verse; attempting and achieving great subjects, with a boldness and ease that prove her mind to have been of no ordinary stamp. The station and character of her father and husband, procured her a wide acquaintance with the greatest men of her time; not only those distinguished for their practical patriotism in the revolutionary war, but those who were famous for their learning and talent. She well knew how to appreciate the honour, and improve the advantage, of such a noble acquaintance; a proof of which, is her History of the American Revolution.

Before this, however, her talents as an author were made extensively known by two political works from her bold pen,— The Adulator ,and The Group. She died in The extract we give is from the first of these poems, where David's remorse for his sin is awakened by sorrow for the death of his child. ABOUT fifty years ago, when authoresses were not so numerous as they now are, this lady was ranked among the first American female writers. She published her verses under the name of Philenia , and, during the early part of her life, wrote very industriously.

In , she sent forth her only volume, called My Mind and its Thoughts, a collection of articles in prose and verse. Morton was born in Boston. Her husband was the Hon. Percy Morton, Attorney General of Massachusetts. Was a native of Rhode Island, and a daughter of the Hon.

Ashur Robbins of Massachusetts. She wrote under the signature of' Rowena , some twenty or thirty years ago. The poem we give at length is one full of poetical excellence; although without any pretensions to depth of thought, or brilliancy of imagination. It is a sketch from nature, easily, truthfully, happily drawn. Yet not a sketch only may it be called; for there are many pictures , of domestic comfort, health, happiness, and contentment, most refreshing to contemplate, in these charming lines on New England's favourite festival day. The remarkable genius, which has won for her such a lofty reputation, showed itself at a very early age.

The finest passages in Milton and Shakespeare were treasured in her memory before she was eight years old; and she soon obtained a thorough acquaintance with all the best English authors. By the time she was twelve, she had acquired an exquisite skill in music and painting, and could converse easily in many of the modern languages. Besides these accomplishments, she had an unusually familiar knowledge of the literature of olden times, the ancient fathers, and Oriental writers, the classic poets, and histories and fables of Greece and Rome.

She was betrothed at fourteen, and married, as soon as her education was finished, to Mr. Brooks, a merchant of' Boston. Her first publication appeared in , called Judith, Esther, and other Poems, by a lover of the Fine Arts ; which was highly praised in some of the English, as well as American journals. Her husband died in ; and soon after his death Mrs. Brooks went to live in Cuba. This was her favourite place of residence; she visited Europe, and afterwards lived several years at West Point, in the vicinity of the military academy, where one of her sons was educated; but always returned with peculiar satisfaction to her southern home.

The warmth of the climate and luxuriance of its vegetation, suited well her poetical temperament; their influence may be seen in all her productions. The poem upon which the fame of Mrs. It is indeed a curious work of genius; containing passages full of vigour, warmth and brilliancy. Many of her descriptions glow before your eyes like the rich painting of a master's hand; where, the longer you look, the more beauty you discover; finding, even in the darkest shadows, forms instinct with life and expression.

The extracts we have selected, however, almost belie the censure, while they more than justify the praise. The Notes to this poem are full of curious information, and more interesting than the poem itself. She tells us that "some of them were written in Cuba, some in Canada, some at Hanover, U. Brooks wrote a prose romance, entitled Idomen, or the Vale of Yumuri , which was published in This was among the latest productions of her creative mind; for at the close of , she died on her estate on the island of Cuba.

She was the only child of pious parents, who early instilled into her mind principles of religion, and habits of industry. Her precocity was remarkable; at three she read with a distinct and perfect enunciation; and at eight wrote verses which were marked by rhythmical accuracy, more than by poetic impulse; at nine, she commenced a fictitious work, in the epistolary style; and at eleven, began a regular journal. Her diffidence was as great as her love for the pen; for, having no lock or key in her possession, she carefully hid all her effusions under huge piles of books, with a nervous fear, amounting to shame, lest they should be discovered.

One point in her childish character — so strong as to be worth recording — was an ardent love and reverence for the aged, and an extreme tenderness towards animals. At school she was distinguished for the ease with which she acquired knowledge, and for her unceasing devotion to study. She was particularly fond of spinning on the great wheel, and constructed in this way many fabrics of enduring benefit to the family; among others, a whole suit of broadcloth for her father, which he long wore with peculiar satisfaction.

To those who have read Mrs. Sigourney's most admirable and instructive Letters to Young Ladies , it will be pleasant to learn, that in her own case, precept and practice, as it regards diligence in domestic life, were not divided. Her prevailing desire from childhood was to be fitted for the task of a teacher. Beginning with two young ladies as day-scholars, in her own room, she afterward shared with a dear friend the charge of a large school, two miles from her home.

In summer time she was accustomed to walk this distance, morning and evening; the exercise giving her a perpetual elasticity of spirits, and rigour of health. Her chief object in teaching now was to assist her parents, whose income was small, and to add various comforts to their home and persons, which their own prudence denied. That this filial desire might be better accomplished, her kind friend, Daniel Wadsworth, Esq.

To this same benevolent friend she was indebted for the first encouragement her literary efforts received; and through his persuasions she published her first volume, called Moral Pieces in Prose and Verse , being then only eighteen. At twenty, she was married to Mr. Charles Sigourney, of Hartford; a merchant of distinction, and a gentleman of wealth and education. Sigourney published a poem called Traits of the Aborigines of America , the proceeds of which were wholly devoted to religious charities.

The Sketch of Connecticut Forty years since , a prose legend, in which the history of New England, and its romantic and varied scenery, are set forth in glowing colours, appeared in From that time, until the present, she has never wearied in her endeavours to entertain and benefit the public mind, by her numerous writings in prose and verse. Her pen is ever as ready as it is skilful, for charitable purposes; and the cause of missions, temperance, and every philanthropic society, have again and again been indebted to her genius. The one great aim of her soul, is — to do good. An interesting volume under this title, was published soon after her return from England.

She resides still at Hartford, Connecticut. Her Select Poems , from which some of the following have been taken, have passed through five or six editions, which tells plainly the wide admiration they have won, by their mild dignity and harmony, good sense, and pure religion. Memory , and Dew-drops , have been kindly sent us by the authoress, as an express contribution for this volume. Wells, was born about the year , in Gloucester, Massachusetts; but was educated in Boston, and has lived there ever since. She is a highly accomplished woman; possesses a well-furnished mind, and as admirable a talent for drawing and music as for poetry.

She was also, when young, no less distinguished for her exquisite beauty, than for her genius and accomplishments. Her poems were published in a volume in , but are not so generally known as they deserve to be. The specimens we subjoin are delightful for their touching simplicity, purity of thought, and fervour of feeling. Wells is a sister of Mrs.

Osgood; who, when a child, was her loved and loving pupil, as we gather from a verse in the following sweet strain of pleasant but half-mournful memory. WHO, that has ever read the Recollections of a Southern Matron, with its wise clear thought, its delicate wit, its unaffected pathos, its fresh descriptions, and its vividly-drawn characters, but loves the name of Mrs. We must therefore be permitted to pay a warm tribute of gratitude for that most charming book. Gilman, formerly Miss Howard, was born in Boston, in the year Samuel Gilman, a minister of a Unitarian church in Charleston, S.

For seven years Mrs. Gilman edited a literary gazette, called The Southern Rose. Her poems are unaffected and sprightly; inspired by warm domestic affection, and pure religious feeling. Her mother was a woman of remarkably clear and cultivated mind, and to her intelligent conversation, and happy talent of communicating knowledge, Mrs. Hale traces her own delight in learning, and desire for intellectual advancement.

She was married when very young to David Hale, Esq.

It was not until his death, in , that she first seriously thought of becoming an authoress; then, her straitened circumstances, and her affectionate anxiety to procure for her children the advantages of a good education, determined her to put her talents out at interest, and seek in literature the means of gratifying her warm maternal desires.

Her first published work was a small volume of Poems ; selected from articles written when a girl for her own amusement. The next, Northwood , a novel in two volumes, chiefly descriptive of New England life, which was favourably received, and at that time much admired. Hale has lived in Philadelphia a number of years past, and is respected there no less for her many virtues and social excellencies, than for her taste and skill as an author and an editor.

The numerous readers of that popular magazine, The Lady's Book , are indebted to her for the discriminating judgment with which she gathers, and arranges for their mental refreshment, the fruits and flowers of genius. She also edits The Opal , a religious annual of much attraction. Three Hours, or the Vigil of Love; and other Poems , published in January, , is the largest and latest collection of her poetry. Many of these poems, besides the first, are entirely new, though some we recognize as old friends; Alice Ray , for instance, a simple story of every-day life, clad in graceful rhymes; which contains several exquisite touches of nature, and has been a a universal favourite since its first appearance, in Hale's writings; while Iron , and a few others, display much strength of expression, and originality of thought.

In all, there is some good lesson inculcated; showing a healthiness of sentiment, and a soundness of heart, more valuable than the most brilliant imagination. Harry Guy, a Story of the Sea , has recently appeared from her pen. It is a poem printed in pamphlet form, and was written with the kind intention which we trust will be fully realized of doing something in the cause of the much-neglected sailor, "making his condition better understood, his character more highly appreciated.

WAS born in Wales, about the year , and accompanied her parents to this country when she was seven years old. They were a poor but pious and industrious couple, and took pains to implant in Maria's mind that fear of God and love to man, which made her the conscientious, modest, and trustworthy person she really was. They settled near the state quarries of Clinton, New York, which were worked chiefly by Welsh people. After two years of schooling, Maria entered the family of Mrs.

Garretson, of Rhinebeck, widow of the late Rev. Freeborn Garretson, and sister to the Hon. Edward Livingston, to be trained as a domestic, where she had many opportunities of improving herself, and was treated with the utmost kindness and attention. Here she first attempted to give expression to the poetical thoughts that were awakened within; but shrank with instinctive modesty from the name of poet, which was bestowed on her by the family. She remained until her seventeenth year with Mrs.

Garretson, when she was sent to New York, to learn dress-making. This did not agree with her, however; so she sought and filled for some time the situation of nurse in the family of Clement C. After an absence of eight or nine years, she returned to Rhinebeck, and proved "the dignity of serving" by her faithfulness and quiet zeal in the family of her beloved mistress. Her taste for intellectual pleasures never interfered with or spoiled the performance of her humble domestic duties; but while occupied in her daily housework, she composed her best pieces, though weeks would sometimes elapse before she committed them to paper.

Nearly all have been collected into a volume, called Wales and other Poems , which was published in , with an able introduction by Dr. Potter; who says, "Some of these pieces will be found, I trust, to breathe the true spirit of poetry; none will question that they breathe a yet nobler spirit, the spirit of true piety. ALTHOUGH the subject of this notice is entirely unknown to the literary world, never having written a book, or contributed to the magazines of the day, or imprinted her poetry anywhere except in the hearts of her family, and now and then in the pages of a country newspaper; yet we are gratified by the permission so kindly granted us, to place her pure and pious lays among those of the acknowledged American poetesses.

M'Cartee is the wife of the Rev. M'Cartee, of Goshen, Orange county, N. He died in Her mother is a daughter of the celebrated Isabella Graham, whose name is too universally loved and honoured to need a word in passing, pleasant though it would be to render a tribute of grateful reverence to her memory, and is herself distinguished in the religious world, for her unwearying energy and unfailing zeal in the cause of suffering humanity.

Bethune of Philadelphia, the poet, orator, and divine, is the only brother of Mrs. She has written much, though not for publication, having felt all her life the joy and consolation of poetry, and that nothing was sweeter than to sit in her quiet parsonage, while her fingers were busy with her needle, and weave her peaceful thoughts into pleasant rhymes or holy hymns. Is a native of the north of Ireland, but came in early youth to this country. The modest and beautiful flower of her poetical genius, which might be called a sensitive plant, so shrinkingly fearful it is of being brought into notice, belongs therefore to America, though the seeds of it were sown in "the green isle" of her childhood.

Her father's name was William Lewers; he resided in Castle-blayney, where she was born about the year On her father's side, she claims relationship with several of the warrior-patriots of the American Revolution. John Gray, is, and has been for more than twenty-five years, pastor of the first Presbyterian church in Easton, Pennsylvania. Their residence is situated among the beautiful and romantic scenes that surround the "Forks of the Delaware;" scenes well calculated to inspire poetry, and foster devotianal feeling in those who look "through Nature up to Nature's God. Gray's effusions are all of a serious cast.

Her Sabbath Reminiscences is a vivid and truthful picture of persons and places embalmed in her affectionate memory. It has been published in an English periodical, as presenting a favourable specimen of American poetry. We will not trust ourselves to speak the fervent praises its heartmelting simplicity awakes; but to us it is far more useful than the most learned and eloquent sermon could be, upon the fourth commandment. Two hundred years ago kindles enthusiasm as one reads it, for it is full of holy fire, and has moreover a sound like a far-reaching trumpet, full of exultation and triumph.

Morn was published, without the writer's knowledge, in England, where it was so highly appreciated as to be translated into other languages. James Montgomery, of Sheffield, says, in a letter to Dr. Gray, "The critics who have mistaken the beautiful stanzas,' Morn,' for mine, have done me honour; but I willingly forego the claim, and am happy to recognise a sister-poet in the writer.

Gray is, in our estimation, almost unrivalled. She was married in September, , to Professor Charles Follen, who perished in the conflagration of the steamer Lexington, in the winter of Her chief work is the Memoir of her husband, published in five volumes; but several other interesting books in prose have appeared from her pen: In poetry, she has written Hymns, Songs, and Fables for children; and another little book called Nursery Songs.

A volume of Poems was published in Boston in ; from which we select the following pieces, as a fair specimen of her sweet and serious style. John Park, was a physician; but at that time he had given up the practice of his profession, and was editing the Repertory, a well-known federal paper.

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In , he opened a school for young ladies in Boston, to which city he had removed several years before, with a view of giving his daughter a more liberal education than was common at that period, and keeping her at the same time under his own immediate care. She improved her advantages to the utmost; the chaste and correct style of her writings shows that the study and discipline of her early years must have been thorough and unwavering. None of her poems appeared in print until after she was twenty; they were then published anonymously in the Literary Gazette, and other periodicals.

Park removed to Worcester, Mass. Hall, of Providence, R. Miriam, a Dramatic Sketch , the admirable production on which Mrs. Hall's fame as a poet chiefly rests, was begun in the summer of , and finished the following summer. Not believing that it possessed sufficient merit to claim attention from the literary world, she allowed ten years to pass before publishing it; then the commendations it received, which were neither faint nor few, surprised no one so much as its modest author.

The story is simple and interesting; the characters are drawn with much spirit and skill; and some passages display no ordinary amount of power and pathos. Her other principal work is in prose, Joanna of Naples, an Historical Tale ; published in Ill health, failure of eyesight, and great distrust of her own powers, have prevented her from being a very prolific writer; but her essays and reviews which have occasionally appeared, and her successful efforts in poetry, prove that the deficiency lies, not in the talent, but the will to use it.

Is a Philadelphian by birth; the daughter of Mr. John Lorrain, a merchant of that city. She now resides in Easton, Pennsylvania, where, for many years past, she has been confined to one house, almost to one room, by the illness of her husband. Her poems frequently appear in Neal's Saturday Gazette; but they are written less for the public than for a circle of warmly-attached friends. A vein of tenderness runs through them all. KINNEY, whose maiden name was Dodge, was born and educated in the city of New York, where her father was for many years engaged in mercantile pursuits.

The love of nature was always one of her strongest characteristics, and on removing to her father's country home near Plainfield, N. Her first productions appeared in the Knickerbocker, under the name of Stedman, but for a number of years she has been an occasional contributor to Graham's Magazine, and other periodicals. In , she was married to Mr.

Kinney, the talented editor of the Newark Daily Advertiser, and has resided at Newark ever since. There is much genuine feeling, a delicate perception of the beautiful, and an honest love for the simple and true, in her effusions, which cannot fail to please. LOUD, formerly Miss Barstow, was born in Bradford County, Pennsylvania; and passed the early part of her life in the beautiful retirement of her native home, enjoying unrestrained intercourse with the wildest scenes of wood and valley that are to be found among the windings of the Susquehannah.

Although when a child she committed whole volumes of poetry to memory, and studied with fond devotion the best poets, as well as nature, one of the best teachers a poet can have, it was not until the time of her marriage in , that her own talent began to develope itself. She is now quite an accomplished writer, and contributes to various magazines and daily journals; her poems often possess much melody of language, graceful thought, and tender feeling.

THE writings of this lady, both in prose and verse, have chiefly appeared in The Rose of Sharon, a religious annual, and The Flower Vase, a small volume of selected poetry; — both of which were edited by her friend, the late Mrs. The extracts we give, show an easy and earnest mode of expression, and a cheerful heart,. She is a daughter of the late Hon. Levi Bartlett, of Kingston, N. Since her marriage she has lived at Portland, Maine, and Cincinnati, Ohio; she now resides at the former place. Her father, the Rev. Bogart, was a graduate of Columbia College, where he took the first honours in his class, and a clergyman highly esteemed among his contemporaries, as a fine classical scholar, and an eloquent and effective preacher.

To his constant instructions, Miss Bogart was indebted for her education, and under his encouraging care, her love for literary pursuits was cherished and indulged. Her poems have never been collected into a volume; nor has she being a lady of independent fortune, ever been compelled to write by any other motive than her own pleasure, or better still, to soothe sorrows not her own.

Very often, we doubt not, the tribute of grateful love and praise dearer than fame to a pious heart has been gladly rendered to her, for the gentle sympathy of her friendly verses. One of her poems has been so frequently re-published, and so much admired, that Miss Bogart might be specified as the author of He came too late ; there is so much nature and simple dignity about this general favourite, that it shall be the first we select.

Sigourney, in her Biography of Pious Women, to set forth the brightest examples of religious excellence. They lived at Stockbridge, Massachusetts; and the subject of this brief notice, who was born in Penobscot County, Me. Afterwards she contributed to the New York Mirror, and wrote many tales and poems for the annuals, which were then in their palmiest days.

In May , she became a teacher in the Albany Female Academy; and in ten years from that time, removed to a similar institution newly established in Brooklyn, where she still pursues with mingled gentleness and energy, her useful and honourable, though often wearisome, vocation. There is much simplicity and religious hopefulness about her effusions, which are mostly inspired by the feelings of friendship and sympathy.

Her father was a respectable farmer, who had been educated liberally, and had studied medicine; but while he resided in the country devoted himself principally to agriculture. Her mother whose maiden name was Margaret Evans died when she was an infant; and soon after this event, the family removed to Philadelphia, where Elizabeth was placed under the care of her grandmother, attended a school established by the society of Friends, and quickly evinced her fondness for literary pursuits, and her genius for poetry.

Before she was sixteen, she had contributed many excellent articles in prose and verse, to some of the most popular magazines of the day; but her retiring habits, and determined resolution to keep back her name from the public, prevented her talents from obtaining the notice they deserved. She became a member of an Anti-Slavery Society in Philadelphia, and laboured with her pen very industriously in its behalf. In the summer of , she removed with an aunt and brother to Michigan.

The spot they chose for a dwelling was on the banks of the river Raisin, near the village of Tecumseh. Elizabeth gave it the name of Hazlebank, and enjoyed herself much amidst its wild forest scenes, searching after Indian traditions, and gathering food for poetry and romance from their legendary lore. Here she lived four years, loving and beloved; and here she died, most deeply regretted, and was buried under "her own transplanted forest-vine," in November, Her productions show much poetic fervour, and, at the same time, are by no means wanting in correctness, and elegance of expression.

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She was married when quite young to Mr. Embury, a gentleman of wealth and education, who himself possesses no small claim to distinction, for his superior talents, and high intellectual attainments. He is considered one of the first mathematicians in the country. Embury wrote for the various periodicals at an early age, under the name of Ianthe ; and in the year , these contributions, with many other pieces, were collected into a volume, called Guido and other Poems.

Her juvenile productions, however, although in their versification remarkably flowing and sweet, are not to be compared with her after works, which are written with great freshness and vigour, and display as much sound sense as tender sentiment. In the course of a few years Mrs. Embury became very popular as a prose-writer; published a work on Female Education ; after that, Constance Latimer, the Blind Girl ; and several tales of much beauty, and moral excellence. Erabury has recently written a prose work called Glimpses of Home Life , which well sustains the reputation which has so long been hers, as one of the most useful and attractive of American authoresses.

Embury resides at Brooklyn, where she has lived ever since her marriage. Her many home-bred virtues and capabilities, her well-ordered household, and the happiness, harmony, and content which reign there, prove a delightful contradiction to the vulgar idea, that women of genius cannot be women of domestic worth. But it is certainly true, as a noble writer of great penetration Hannah More affirms, that "those women who are so puffed up with the conceit of talents, as to neglect the plain duties of life, will not often be found to be women of the best abilities.

On la mari a l'age de vingt deux ans avec Louis XII. Her father, a merchant of that city, was descended from Nicholas Power, who, with a few other bold spirits, consorted with Roger Williams after his exile from Salem, "to establish in the wilderness, a community maintaining the entire emancipation of the individual mind from all spiritual jurisdiction and thraldom. Kilborn Whitman, of Pembroke, Mass. Whitman passed his childhood at the residence of his grandfather, Careswell farm, Marshfield.

We mention this, because it was a spot that possessed many charms for the poetical mind of his gifted wife, who has published an interesting account of a visit made to the old mansion; when it was still graced with many of the antique oaken chairs and massive tables brought to this country in the May-Flower, its walls still decorated with the curious old family pictures, which have since been deposited in the Antiquarian and Historical Societies of Massachusetts.

Whitman commenced the practice of law in Boston, and was distinguished for his learning and wit; but, while all things promised him a brilliant and successful career, he was cut off in the midst of his days. After the death of her husband, Mrs. Whitman returned to her native city, and has resided there with her mother ever since.

She has, for some years past, contributed to the best of our magazines and reviews; and her skilful pen has won —not a wide popularity, but —an honourable reputation among the most able judges in matters of literary taste. Her prose writings exhibit much clearness of perception, and vigour of thought. Her translations from the German poets have been highly praised for the ability with which the spirit of the original is retained; none of the freshness or bloom being lost in passing through her delicate hands. Her love for nature has made her a keen observer, and many of her descriptions are most exquisitely painted landscapes.

Her ear is fine for the melody of language, and her taste correct in the use of it. THE history of this sorely afflicted and deeply interesting person, excites in us the most solemn sympathy, admiration and wonder. It has been narrated with touching and beautiful simplicity by the Rev. Richmond, in a little book called "The Rhode-Island Cottage, or A Gift for the Children of Sorrow;" and from this, and a short autobiography prefixed to Miss Taggart's poems, we have obtained all our information concerning her.

She is a native of Rhode-Island. Her father, William Taggart, was a revolutionary soldier, and took a very active part in the defence of his country. The property of his family was entirely destroyed while the British troops were on the Island, but after the war he purchased a farm about six miles from Newport, built a cottage on the side of a hill near the sea-shore, and there lived in quiet seclusion until his death.

He was an intelligent and pious man, and cheerfully bore the heavy domestic afflictions which were allotted him. In the autobiography alluded to, she says: My employments were chiefly of a domestic kind, and my inclinations and habits those of activity and industry. I had never the most remote and vague apprehension that my mental capacities, even if cultivated, were competent for productive efforts; with few exceptions, it was not till several years after the commencement of excruciating illness, that my thoughts and feelings were committed to paper in the form of poetry.

Her case has baffled all medical skill; sleep has been withheld to an almost unparalleled degree, never appearing, unless forced by the most powerful anodynes. But although in such a hopeless state, although she never loses the sense of pain, she yet sometimes forgets her misery, and finds relief and even consolation in the gift of God within her soul, —the power of expressing thought, feeling, and imagination, in words that glow with true poetic fire.

During the restless hours of midnight nearly all her fervent and pathetic strains have been composed, and were written down afterwards, by her father or her friends, at their leisure. She has, however, a more refreshing source of relief than genius. Religion is her comforter and never-failing support, strengthening her to be calm and patient, and clearing her vision to see by faith the land that is afar off —" where the inhabitant shall no more say, I am sick.

Her father and mother are dead; but she still lives in The Rhode Island Cottage, nursed by a widowed sister, and companioned by another sister, who, a kindred sufferer in resignation and intelligent piety, has been many years a helpless invalid.

Her poems, which were first edited in , are about to be re-published in New York. The editor of the Providence Literary Journal says, "They are the emanations of a mind rich in endowment, embodied in a style of language, the correctness and purity of which, under all these adverse circumstances, is scarcely less remarkable than the thoughts which it contains. Earnes, and removed to New Hartford, where she now resides. She was a regular contributor to the New-Yorker for some years before her marriage under the signature of Stella ; and since that period her writings have frequently appeared in Graham's Magazine, The Southern Literary Messenger, and more recently still in The Columbian.

Eames is a student, and has suffered much from ill-health. Her mind is of a serious, generally of a pensive mood; yet not desponding or downcast —" gazing upon the ground with thoughts that dare not glow. A volume of her poetry, which has never yet been collected, will shortly appear, and meet, we doubt not, the kind welcome it deserves. Her family name was Prince. Precocity indeed is not always a sign of genius,— for sometimes those minds which are ripe the soonest, the soonest decay, — yet the little Elizabeth like many of her sister-poetesses was a most precocious child.

She used to improvise as soon as she could talk, but finding that people stared at her, and that some checked her, she grew nervous at three or four, and repeated her rhymes only in secret. She began to write from the time she could imitate printed letters, and continued for a long time to write in this way. Possessing acute sensibilities, a quiet thoughtfulness, a loving disposition, and a marked dislike of pretension, the attributes of a true poet might have been discerned in her at a very early age; and perhaps were, by that father and grandfather at whose feet she loved to sit, hearing and asking them questions, when other children were out at play.

As she grew up she devoted herself to study; choosing philosophy both natural and moral, and abstruse subjects which required much close and steady thought, on which to feed her love for knowledge. But liberal nature gave her a very strong mind, capable of bearing intense application, and as capacious as it was strong, fit apartment for the wealthy stores that native thought and foreign learning brought in.

She was married at sixteen to Seba Smith, Esq. Since her marriage Mrs. Smith has been a constant contributor to the magazines of the day. When she first wrote, she did so merely from the impulse within; afterwards, necessity lorded it over her genius; and often, when her social and womanly nature would have been content with the pleasures of friendly intercourse, this stern master, she dared not disobey, has driven her to her pen, to coin her thoughts of purest gold, for gold "of a baser sort.

The Acorn , one of her most imaginative and faultless productions, is contained in this book. We give the whole of it: Within a short time, she has completed a tragedy, called The Roman Tribute , which is to be acted in the coming autumn; and a prose romance, now in the press. Many of her smaller poems indicate genius of a high order; they vary in their style of thought and expression, however, very considerably.

Sometimes, as in The April Rain , there is a fresh simplicity in them, as if a little child were singing out her pure and happy feelings in musical rhyme; and then again, as in the two sonnets we have quoted, there is a sublimity, a deep, solemn calmness of thought, as if breathed from the heart of one made patient by experience, and wise by inward suffering. Smith's best poems and essays have been published under the name of Ernest Helfenstein.

We have often wondered who this quaint, but deep-souled, mellow-voiced writer was; our delight and surprise were equal, on finding, not long ago, that the original and instructive articles we had read from the pen of the poet-philosopher, Ernest Helfenstein , sprang from the fertile mind of the philosophical poetess, Elizabeth Oakes Smith. When quite young, she wrote for the New York periodicals, under the signature of Norna. In , her longest poem — The Rivals of D'Este —was published, with several others, in a volume containing the poetical effusions of her husband, the late James G.

She possesses many elegant accomplishments, and a thorough acquaintance with the modern languages. Her poetical talent is seldom called into exercise now; but the verses she has written display a lively fancy and refined taste. The "Hebrew melodies" in the volume above named, are sweet and expressive, and gracefully executed. IT would be wrong, merely for the sake of chronological order, to separate these sweet sisters, who, though not twins by birth, were twins in thought, feeling, loveliness, and purity.

We will sketch them together, therefore, while their devoted mother and excellent father shall stand at their head. Davidson was a daughter of Dr. Burnet Miller, a respectable physician in the city of New York, where she was born on the 27th of June, Her mother was early left a widow, and removed to Dutchess County, where, at the age of sixteen, this daughter was married to Dr.

The greater part of her married life was spent at Plattsburg, on Lake Champlain, where all her children were born, ten in number — eight of whom passed before her into heaven. She resided in Plattsburg at the time of the battle, August, The fearful events of that season, and her own escapes and adventures, have been narrated by both Mrs. Davidson and Margaret, in a fictitious garb. She never could speak of them without great excitement; and invariably wept at the sound of martial music.

Davidson's appearance and manner when talking enthusiastically, as she always did on a favourite subject, could never be forgotten. The traces of early beauty were still evident in her large dark eyes and her exquisite complexion; but the great charm of her countenance was in its mingled expression of intelligence and sensibility, varying not unfrequently from deep sadness to a playful vivacity of which you would not at first suppose her capable. During the last few years of her life, she resided alternately at New York, Ballston, and Saratoga Springs. At the latter place she died, on the 27th of June, She had long been thought a victim to consumption, but the fearful and agonizing disease which terminated her life was a cancer in the face.

A year before her death, a volume, entitled Selections from the Writings of Mrs. Davidson , was published, with a short preface from her distinguished friend, Miss Sedgwick. Her poems, however, although they display that tenderness of feeling and romantic disposition which characterized her so strongly, are too inferior to her daughter's to be quoted with any advantage.

Davidson was a man of extensive reading, and possessed a taste for natural science. His moral character, however, more than his intellectual, renders him worthy of notice. His piety was simple, confiding, and unobtrusive; and his conduct in every situation unreproachable. Lucretia Maria was born on the 27th of September, , and was distinguished almost from her birth by an extraordinary development of the imaginative and sensitive faculties. When she was four years old she went to the Plattsburg Academy, and was taught to read, and form letters in sand, after the Lancasterian method.

She began to turn her infant thoughts into measured strains before she had learned to write; and devoting herself with tireless attention to her studies both at home and at school, she soon attained a wonderful amount of knowledge. Her conscientiousness and dutifulness were remarkably prominent; as they were also with Margaret.

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Her health, always very feeble, began to decline in , when she was taken from school, and accompanied her mother on a visit to some relatives in Canada. While there she finished Amir Khan , her longest poem, and began a prose tale, called The Recluse of the Saranac. It was about this time that the Hon. Moss Kent, an early friend of her mother, became acquainted with Lucretia, and so deeply interested in her genius, that he resolved, if he could persuade her parents to resign her to his care, to afford her every advantage for improvement that the country could afford.

At his suggestion, in November, , she was placed under the care of Mrs. Willard; in whose seminary at Troy she remained during the winter. The following spring, she was transferred to a boarding school at Albany; but while there her health gave way, and she was obliged to return home to Plattsburg. The strength of affection, and the skill of physicians, failed, however, to restore her. The hand of Death alone gave her ease; and she gently fell asleep one morning in August ; exactly one month before her seventeenth birthday.

President Morse, of the American Society of Arts, first published her biography; and soon after, a delightful memoir from the able pen of Miss Sedgwick spread the name of Lucretia Davidson far and wide. Margaret Miller was born on the 26th of March, She was therefore but two years and a half old when Lucretia died; an event which made a deep impression on her. Although so young, she seemed not only to feel her loss, but to understand and appreciate her sister's character and talents; and from the first dawning of intellect gave evidence that she possessed the same.

Devotional feelings seemed interwoven with her very existence. A longing after heaven, that her spirit might be free from the thraldom of earth, was as natural to her, as a longing for a holiday to be let loose from school is to other children. Yet she enjoyed most fully the quiet pleasures that surrounded her, and her heart was always swelling with love and gratitude. Like all true poets, she had a keen relish for the beauties of nature, and fed upon them from her infancy. Her earliest home was upon the banks of the Saranac, commanding a fine view of Lake Champlain, and surrounded by the most romantic and picturesque scenery; but wherever she resided, she found something to admire and love, upon the earth or in the sky.

Margaret was always instructed by her mother, whose poetical tastes and affectionate disposition made her capable of appreciating and sympathizing with the warm impulses and aspiring thoughts of her sweet pupil. The love between this mother and daughter is a poem of itself. No one can read the memoir of Margaret, by Washington Irving, without feeling the heart, if not the eyes, overflow. But the links that bound them to each other on earth were soon severed; —for when she was but fifteen years and eight months old, this gentle girl died at Ballston, Saratoga County, in November, We could not wish that she should have staid longer on earth, an exile from her native heaven; yet, as we listen to the soaring strains of her young genius, and are borne upward by their energy, we cannot help wondering what would have been its thrilling tones and lofty flights, had life unfolded its mysteries year after year to her poet's eye.

But we thank God she was spared the sight of them; for though we have lost the songs, she has missed the sorrow! Robert Southey, interested in Lucretia's story, wrote eloquently upon it in the London Quarterly Review. His high estimate of her genius may with equal truth be applied to both sisters.

THIS lovely and amiable lady, whose life was of such short duration, calls forth as much tenderness and admiration as those bright children of genius we have just been contemplating. She was born at Detroit in June, , and died before she had attained her twenty-first year, in February, Her family name was Hickman. She began to compose when a very little child; and by the time she was fifteen, her uncommon talents had made her an object of attention to a large circle. At sixteen she was married to Mr. Smith, of Providence, R. There is a delicacy and purity of thought, a cheerful buoyancy of feeling about her productions, which make them both pleasing and useful; and as Mrs.

Smith was remarkably sensible of her own deficiencies, and earnest in self-discipline, there is every reason to suppose that she would have attained great excellence, had she not been so early called away. The genius of this young poetess, however, was not her greatest charm. The qualities of her heart were superior to those of her head; and bright as the shining intellect was, the lustre of her love and truth and purity far outshone it. It has been said by one who knew her well, "Any literary distinction she might have gained could never have been thought of in her presence; it was the confiding sincerity of her manners, the playfulness of her conversation, her enthusiastic and devoted assiduity to those she loved, which made her presence a perpetual delight.

Her parents, whose surname was Wheeler, were both persons of great intelligence and piety, and afforded their daughter every facility for obtaining a good education. Her poetical tastes were quickly developed, and fondly encouraged by her father, who was himself a passionate lover of poetry, flowers, music, and of whatever makes life beautiful. Some of her earliest recollections are of singing her own rhymes to little wild airs of her own composition, as she sat at twilight among the flowers her father had planted, and taught her to cultivate. In her happy childhood's home she remained until her sixteenth year, when her father removed to Canandaigua, N.

Here, at the age of seventeen, she married, and two years after, went with her husband and his family to Liberty, Tioga County, where she breasted the hardships of pioneer life in one of the wildest northern counties of Pennsylvania. For a long while her dwelling-place was a log-cabin in the woods, five miles from any house, and twenty from any village where there was a store, or a house for public worship. Her privations and inconveniences were many, and her sorrows too; but she poured out her soul in song, and found —to use her own words —that her "converse with poetry, wild-flowers, and singing birds, was nearly all that made life endurable.

Not long ago we received from the Hon. Ellis Lewis, of Lancaster, a short account of the way in which this pleasant change was brought about; and have since seen the interesting story in print, from which we feel no hesitancy in transcribing. Judge Ellis Lewis, who is also distinguished for his learning and ability as a jurist, was at the time President of several literary institutions, and zealously engaged in promoting the cause of education by delivering literary and scientific lectures.

About this time, a powerful production in poetry, in favour of education, made its appearance, and gave a new impetus to the cause. Judge Lewis made immediate inquiry concerning the writer of it; and ascertained that, owing to a long and sad train of misfortunes, the fair authoress, with a large family, was without a home, and in a state of great pecuniary embarrassment. Stevens, then a rich bachelor, in the Chamber of the House of Representatives, and suggested the propriety of raising something for the relief of so much talent and worth.

With that true benevolence for which Mr. Stevens is distinguished, he authorized the Judge to purchase a suitable farm, such as the lady herself might select, and without any limit with respect to the price, to draw upon him for the amount. The lady was overwhelmed with astonishment when she received a letter from Judge Lewis, who was only known to her by reputation, apprising her of his commission.

She, however, made the selection, and the Judge made the purchase, and forwarded to Mrs. Peirson the deed drawn to Thaddeus Stevens, in trust for the separate use of Lydia Jane Peirson, and her heirs and assigns for ever. It is but justice to add, that Mrs. Peirson was an entire stranger to Judge Lewis and Mr. Neither had ever seen her. In , a volume of Mrs. Peirson's poetry was published in Philadelphia, called Forest Leaves , and in the following year, another called The Forest Minstrel. Her poems have appeared also in Graham's Magazine, and other periodicals, to which she still contributes.

She writes from the heart, with an intensity of feeling, and a strength of expression, that show she has thought and suffered much. Her muse has, indeed, been disciplined in the school of sorrow; she has had little leisure for study, and her poems have been generally "written by the flickering lamp of midnight, with a weary hand, and yet more weary heart.

THIS lady, whose maiden name was Kinney, resided in Towanda, Bradford County, Pennsylvania, a place whose wild romantic beauty has been celebrated by many of her sister-poets. She died in , and, soon after this event, A Volume of Poems was collected from her writings, and published in Boston. Her style was simple and melodious; the following exquisite lines to My Child are full of natural imagery, poetic thought, and unaffected feeling.

Stephens belong particularly to the prose-writers of America, yet so beautiful in their simplicity and earnestness are some of her poetical strains, that we cannot refrain from giving them a welcome to our pages, while we express our admiration of their unpretending merit. David Humphreys, in the woollen manufactory at Humphrey's Ville, Conn. In , she was married to Edward Stephens, Esq. In , she undertook the editorship of The Portland Magazine , which Mr. Stephens had established, and conducted it with much success for two years, when ill-health compelled her to give it up.

She also edited The Portland Sketch Book , composed of contributions from the various authors of that city. Stephens came to New York in , in which city she has resided ever since. For four years she conducted The Ladies' Companion ; in , she became editorially connected with Graham's Magazine ; in the following year she established The Ladies' World ; and has been constant and energetic in her literary labours until the present time. She is now the editor of The Ladies' National Magazine. Her own contributions, numerous and skilful as they are, to the various periodicals of the day, prove her to be as industrious a composer as she is a laborious editor.

Her stories always contain many excellent moral lessons, and much original thought; whatever she writes is written with a bold pen, and with that unmixed sincerity of purpose, that never fails to attract attention and secure respect. Her husband was settled as a pastor over a Presbyterian church in the city of New York for a number of years, but is now the president of a literary institution in Clinton, N.

Sawyer is a lady of refined taste and cultivated mind, familiar with many of the modern languages, and accustomed to write translations from the German. She takes a warm interest in the education of the young; and has published a number of useful little books, both in prose and verse, for children.

Her poems are scattered through various magazines; the following are among her best. Waterman, has long been an able contributor to the periodical literature of the country. A selection from her writings, entitled "The Broken Bracelet and other Poems," has recently been published in Philadelphia. Here poems are smoothly and gracefully written; always pleasing, from the deep and pure affection they display. Tender and heart-stirring, indeed, is the pathos of that exquisite strain — Brother, come home!

Miss Waterman was born in Philadelphia, in , married there, in , to Captain Esling, and has remained there all her life; never having left her home for a greater distance than forty miles, or for a longer period than forty-eight hours. Well may such a nestling bird sing sweetly of home's quiet joys! Hawley, was born at Norfolk, Connecticut, in December, She was educated at the Hartford Female Seminary, and after leaving it was engaged for some years as a teacher in various places, until, through the recommendation of Mr.

Brace, principal of the Hartford Seminary, she was invited to take charge of a school at New-Albany, Indiana. In September, , she became the wife of Franklin Thurston, a merchant of that place, where she resided until her death, in July, Her poems appeared from time to time in the periodicals under the signature of Viola , and she sang forth her feelings with a melodious voice, which never failed to find an echo in the hearts of those who heard it. Her father, Jeremiah Day, D. He placed her first under the care of the Rev. Claudius Herrick, who kept a school for young ladies in New Haven; then at a boarding-school in Greenfield, Massachusetts, as an assistant-teacher as well as pupil, under the charge of the Rev.

Henry Jones; and afterwards for one year at the Young Ladies' Institute, in her native town. After leaving school, she diligently continued her studies; became a proficient in Mathematics and Mental Philosophy, understood the Latin, Greek, French, and German languages, and was well-grounded in solid English literature. Her high attainments and rich native talents gave promise of her being a useful member of society, and a bright ornament to her sex; but in , at the early age of twenty, she was suddenly snatched away by that strong hand whose power none can resist.

A small volume of her Literary Remains was published in New Haven, the year after her death. It contained, besides other writings, all her poems which had been preserved; but she wrote hastily, and was never satisfied with her poetical efforts, consequently not careful to keep them. The following beautiful and eloquent hymn displays a sublimity of thought and strength of expression most remarkable in so young a person.

No one can read it without feeling a sincere respect for the author, and a deep regret at the early removal of talent so worthily directed. American Female Poets [an electronic edition] Caroline May. Then on a stately oak I cast mine eye,. Then higher on the glistering sun I gazed,. Thou as a bridegroom from thy chamber rushest,.

Art thou so full of glory, that no eye. Who thinks not oft upon the fathers' ages,. Our life compare we with their length of dayes,. When I behold the heavens as in their prime,. By birth more noble than those creatures all,. Under the cooling shadow of a stately elm,. While on the stealing stream I fixt mine eye,. Nor is 't enough that thou alone mayst slide,. Ye Fish which in this liquid region 'bide,. Look how the wantons frisk to taste the air,. While musing thus with contemplation fed,. O merry Bird said I that fears no snares,.

The dawning morn with songs thou dost prevent,. Man's at the best a creature frail and vain,. And yet this sinfull creature, frail and vain,. The mariner that on smooth waves doth glide,. So he that saileth in this world of pleasure,. As on the margin of Euphrates' flood. And dash the tender babes against the stones. FROM the soft shades, and from the balmy sweets. Now while the earth's with beauteous verdure dyed,. Though my small income never can afford,. But though rich dainties never spread my board,.

These I can give, and if you'll here repair,. No stately beds my humble roofs adorn,. But now advancing to the opening sea,. But on the other side the cliffs arise,. I hear the melting flute's melodious sound,. There is no land where heaven her blessings pours. COME, my Susan, quit your chamber,. See the sun is now descending,. Mark the lizard just before us,. From yon grove the woodcock rises,. Now the whip-poor-will beginning,. Pensive Echo from the mountain. There the honey-suckle blooming,. Cast your eyes beyond this meadow,. Here a trickling rill depending,.

While I speak, the sun is vanish'd,. Rural toil is now suspended,. Queen of rest and meditation! He now fills thy urn with glory,. COME Grief, and sing a solemn dirge. This is the cheerless hour of night,. Though such the darkness of my soul,. Fallacious Pleasure's tinsel train. For bliss superior she was made;. Tho' Reason points at good supreme,. Surely I wish the blackest night. Now thy clemency discover,. By thy passion I conjure thee,. NILE's beauteous waves, and Tiber's swelling tide.

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Where rough Ontario's restless waters roar,. Through many a "blooming wild" and woodland green,. Low sunk between the Alleganian hills,. As sighs the labourer for the cooling shade,. I love not life, it is a burden grown;. I'm forlorn, in bitterness of soul. Phillis Wheatley MAY be regarded as a literary curiosity. Doubtless she has proved long ago the truth of her own spirited couplet, Remember Christians, negroes, black as Cain,. WHO taught thee conflict with the powers of night,. LET Grecian bards, and Roman poets tell,.

Not Caesar's name, nor Philip's bolder son,. I look with rapture at the distant dawn,. Then bless'd Religion in her purest forms,. LET deep dejection hide her pallid face,. The generous purpose of his zealous heart,. Complain no more of Death's extensive power,.

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Happy, thrice happy, that exalted mind,. Then weep no more, my friend, but all resigned,. Accursed for ever be the hated day,. See how the black ship cleaves the main,. Did all the gods of Afric sleep. A chief of Gambia's golden shore,. Does not the voice of reason cry,. Has not his suffering offspring clung,. His wife by nameless wrongs subdued,. Strong in despair, he sought the plain,. First of his race, he led the band,.

When erst Messenia's sons oppress'd,. Did not the soul to heaven allied,. Do later deeds quick rapture raise,. If these exalt thy sacred zeal,. While the hard race of pallid hue,. Let sorrow bathe each blushing cheek,. Little Was a native of Rhode Island, and a daughter of the Hon.

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