The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1867-08-20
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the Love Lie OF queen Victoria.
From ne ~ y Herald.
The Herald called immediate attention "a
the unique work in which Queen Victoria
lately made her first appearance as royal
author and surprised the world by an extra
ordinary revelation of her Glove life.n Six
thousand copies of the first volume of this
work have already been sold, and a second
edition is in press. No more remarkable pro :
duotion has appeared since Solomon's Songs,
the Iliad and the Odyssey, and the Metamor-
phoses of Ovid. The sovereign of mighty
ampire. on which the sun never sets and is
always rising, and the mother Of as many
children as John Rogers wife (withOut count
inc tbe mythical zone at the breast'O, has
prepared, during her comparative retirement
from her public duties, an photographed
narrative which surpasses in curious interest
ali the memorials of burning Sappho, who
loved and sang in the isles of Greece, and
finally leaped from the Leucadian rock: of
Zenobia, the naughty but not heartless Queen
of Palmyra; of Cesar's and AntOny's Cleo
patra; of Aspasia and her court of Athenian
philosophers, orators, and statesmen of Hy-
pata, Cyril's victim, and Charles Kingsley,s
heroine; of Leicester's Elizabeth; of Mary
Queen Of Scots and of all mems hearts; of
Abelard's Heloise; in short, of all other illus
triOus Rousseaus of the feminine gender that
have ever lived and loved.
OF all biographies and autobiographies
Queen Victoria's book will be most widely
read and admired, sneered at and ridiouled.
Even loyal English reviewer pauses in the
midst of his eulogies upon it to admit that eve
want the mellowing air of time and space in
which to read such story as that of Queen
Victoria and her cousin" "When." he saws.
"Queen Victoria shall have become to her
people what Elizabeth is, the chief light of her
age, the central point of human interest in
her reign-when all the tri1es of our gene
ration are dispersed into air, and enlv the
great realities are left in reoolection-the
tale of her love, her happiness, her loss, her
sorrow, will be the favorte theme of all poets
and story tellers.' And, he adds, 'the mil
lions who will fondly dwell upon this story of
human heart will treat with scorn those
cynics and seekers who, in our day, fail to see
the beauty of a life which exalts human
nature above fashionable society, and raises
the woman high above the Queen" Mean
while, as this enthusiastic reviewer admits,
"the mellowing air of time and space" is
wanting, and the cynics of aristocratic and
fashionable society in Great Britain will not
refrain from laughing, at least in their sleeve,
at this extraordinary story of a royal love life.
But millions of women, from fifteen to thirty
five years of age, in the middle and lower
classes, will pore and ponder and weep over it,
and adopt it as their textbook. As such, it
bids fair to have a larger circulation than any
other book, except King James version of the
Holy Bible. To most readers in this transat-
1antic republic, however, it seems like nothing
that has hold on the present time. with its
practical realities but rather like a resurrec-
tion of some old romance that has been lying
buried amid the forgotten rubbish of the Mid
die Ages.