Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1873-08-13
rs TENN: WEDNESDAY EVENING AUGUST 49, 1873 NO 42
COIeridge'a Daughter-Intere Ing
"Reminiscences.

hemintscences.
A work has Just been published ia
London entitled mission and Letters o.
Sara Coleridge," which will be generally
read. Sara Coleridge was the daughter
Of the great English poet and conyersa.
tionalist. She grew up TO womhnhood
under the immediate influences Of heI
father, her uncle, Southey, and heI
fathers friend Wordsworth,
We find in our latest Northern ex'
changes some very readable selections
from the work
LORD MAcAULAY.
met Mr.. Macaulay on Tuesday, at a
very pleasant party at Sir Robert In.
glis. He was in great force, and saw
the likeness (amid great unlikeness) To
my father, as | never had seen il before.
IL is not in the features, which in my
father were, as Laurence says more
vague, but besides very much in the look
and expression OF the material Of the
face, the mobility, soitness and sensi-
tiveness Of all the hesh-that sort OF
look which is so well expressed in Sir
Thomas Laurence's beautiful unfinished
portrait of Wilberforce. | mean that
the kind was common to Wilberforce,
but the species alike in Macaulay and S.
I. c. The eyes are quite unlike-even
opposite in expression-my fathers in
looking and visionary, Maeaulay's out
locking and objective. His talk, too,
though differentas to sentiment and mat
ter, was like, little, in manner, in its
labarynthine multiplicity and multitudi-
nousness; and the tones, so flexible and
sinuOus, as it were, reminded me Of the
departed eloquence.
MRS. BROWNING.
Mrs. Browning is in weak health,
and cannot remain in the foggy cline.
They are to reside in Paris. She is lit
tie, hard.featured, with long, dark ring
let's, pale face and plaintive voice
something very impressive in her dark
eyes and her brow. Her general aspect
puts one in mind Of Mignon-what Mig
non might be in maturity and maternity.
She has more poetic genius than any
woman living-perhaps more than any
woman ever showed before, except Sap.
pho.
JOANNA BAILLIE.
| saw Mrs. Joanna Baillie before din
ner. She wore delicate lavender satin
bonnet; and Mrs. = says she is
fond of dress, and knows what every one
has on. Her taste is certainly exquisite
in dress, though (strange to say not, in
my opinion, in poetry. | more than
ever admired the harmony OF express
sion and tint, the silver hair and silvery
gray eye, the pale skin, and the look
which speaks of mind that has had
much c6mmuning with high imagination,
though such intercourse is only percep-
tible by the absence Of everything which
that lofty spirit would not set his seal
upon.
WORDSWORTH IN l847.
Mrs. Wordsworth (says Miss Cole
ridge) is wonderfully active. She went
three times to church on the fast day,
and would have tasted almost wholly,
had not Mr.. W., in deep, determined
voice, said "Ohl don't be so foolish,
Mary" She wisely felt that obedience
was better than this sort of sacrifice, and
gave up what she had set her heart
upon, poor, dear thing She is very pale
in look and voice, and | think it very
possible that real fast might have pre-.
cipitated her downward progress in the
Journey Of life, l will not say how many
steps. Mr.. Wordsworth can walk seven
or eight miles very well, and he talks
good deal in the course of the day; but his
talk is, at the best but the faintest posi-:
BILE image of his pristine mind as shown
in conversation. He is dozy and dull
during a great part of the day. Now
and then the dim, waning lamp feebly
flares up, and displays temporary,
comparative brightness; but cheul guam
tum mutatus ab illol He seems rather
to recontinue his former self and repeat
by habit what he used to think and feel,
than to think anything new To me he
is deeply interesting even in his present
state, for the sake of the past. The
manner in which he enters into domes-
tic matters, the concerns and characters
of maids, wives and widows, whether
they are fresh and gay, or withering on
the stalk, is really touching in one so
robust and manly frame of mind as his
originally was, and in certain way,
still is.