The daily exchange. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1858-1861, 1859-08-09
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GOSSIP ABOUT TOM MOORF

Moore had higher affection for his own family
man IN his most tHft-hunting fancy, he ever cher
nsneu ior princes peers, and high-born ladies' He
was as good son, brother and father rs ever
preathed. While his mother lived and che
was hfty-three when she died, Moore wrote to her
twice week, no matter what were the other
claims upon his time. He was not ashamed amonr
ms arlstocratic friends of his loyIy origin There
Is Is an anecdote, not related by Lord John Russell
GIat When Moore first sat at table at the Carlton
house, the guest of the Prince of Wales. charming
an s'n oy ms compantonabe society, his Royal High
ness remarked, 81 suppose Mr. Moore Won are nf
The same family as the MARQUIS of Bogbeda 90 The
poe: answer was: "No; my father sells wine
sPrits, and groceries, in little store at the corner
otaIr 1eoIrS street Dublin" The Prince immedi-
guests smiling at the brusaue yeracitv of tbo EttIo
lrlshman, and called out in his most iponraseiye
manner, LET us drink a bumper t , tba beaItb ~
Mr.. Moore's father; | am sure he must ba n yary,
excellent gentleman" 1t may be that a scena nj
much unlike this occurred at the Princes table in
which Curran distinguished himself as Moore did
by his candor. A discussion had arisen as to the
comparative status OF each profession, and Curran
hapPlly concluded it by giving the preference to
the law, (Which" he added 'has enabled the
son OF an Irish peasant to sit at the table of his
prince ~
Nor in considering Moore's character, should it
De forgotten that as husband his conduct was not
only wholly unexceptional, but ALWAYS affectionate
conslderate, reliant and kind-hearted II is not
worth while to trace back the circumstances of the
eourtshlp, but the marriage one of passionate
love upon both sides. Neither seems ever tn have
given the other any cause to regret the formation
OF the life ties which bound them Mrs Moore
(Whose death occurred only few weeks ago) was
a a beautiful and charming woman, vino went very
little into society, but conciliated the rood will and
Kind regard of all who knew her. The only cause
for complaint she could have felt, was Moore's too
frequently leaving her, while he futtered about in
the gay and fashionable circles in which he so
much delighted. Nor indeed, should all the blame
otthls be cast upon Moore himself. His celebrity
as writer, his flashing wit and thorough geniali-
ty IN society; and above all, the singular fascna-
uon OF his singing, contributed to make him not
only acceptable, but most desirable guest in the
highest and most fashionable circles of London
Living as he did, in the country yet within twenty
minutes walk of Bowood, the Marquis of Lans-
downes splendid and hospitable country seat
Moore was as much involved in high life as
he would have been in London. For the Mar
gus OF Lansdowue is a nobeman of immense
wealth, and so much political power as to make
Ior place, used to gather around him in
the country, the elite ofal that exalted talented
and fashionable among his own class, and on his
SIDE OF politics, and also the whig opposition.
Among these Moore became completely at home
while sdearest Bessy would remain in their pretty
cottage at Sloperton, contented among her chill
dren, and practising the most rigid economy to
make both ends meet. BY the way, as we have
mentioned Mrs. Moore, let us here give an epigram
upon her, written in 1914 Moore's first two chill
1ren were females, Anastatia and Barbara An
nouncing the birth ofthe third in letter to Power,
MS musical publisher, August, 1914, Moore wrote,
. think you will not grudge ten pence (postage?)
Tor the intelligence of Bessy's safety: it would be
worth t'oenty pence if | had boy to announce to
you, but unluckily it is another girl At the time
1t this occurrence, at Maryland cottage, Derby
shire, Mr.. Joseph Atkinson one of Moore's oldest
md truest friends was in the neigbbOrhood at Mat
,ock, and he wrote the following, which was not
gwen by Lord John Russell, nor, indeed, do we
collect to have ever seen it in print
I'm sorry, dear Moore, there's damp to your joy,
Nor think my old strain of my theology stupid,
" hen say that your wife had a right to a boy
FOR Venus is nothing without young Cupid.
But since Fate the boon that you wished for refuses
And granted three girls to your happy embraces,
lie meant when you wandered abroad with the Muses.
That your wife should be circled home with the
Graces.n