Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-05-20
CHAT.

new confederation of queer fact in Eng
lish society, viz: the snubbing and sup
pressing of the wives of illustrious literary
men by the women grandees who battered
and feted the husbands.
There is the wife of another Thomas
whose experience is analogous to Jaas
Carlyle's and whose neglect was viciously
paraded to the world in the London
Quarterly Reuie,o, by John Wilson Croker,
in the most appallingly malicious criticism
of Thomas Moore's diary and letters.
The awful scrutiny be gave those gay
pages for every omission of darling
Bessie from the records sparkling with
the invitations, attentions and delights of
that exclusive circle of nobility, fashion
and all earthly distinction!
The Lansdownes were among Thomas
Moore's best friends, and it is certain
that Lady Lansdowne always treated Mrs.
Moore with hospitality and unaffected
kindness.
She was often an honored and welcome
guest at Bowood.
But Mrs. Moore was shrewd
enough to perceive that her wisest course
was to live in the voluntary retirement
of her cottage at Superior near Devices,
caring for her children, and saving the
margin which her gay mate needed for his
frequent flights to the distinguished Cir
cles of London, Paris and Dublin.
1t helped his literary career, said truant
VOm, and who could advertise his songs SO
well as the ''poet of all circles" himself?
No one ever heard Bessie Moore COM
plain of Sights.
Perhaps she expected them, and
prudently kept away from the scenes where
she could only appear by reason of her
marriage.
She had been on the stage in her youth
as ballet dancer,and that was enough. to
close the doors of the mobility and gen
try" as Mrs. farley would putt it. Size
could only be semi tolerated interlopsr,
and she didn't covet such recognition.
Whatever feeling she had about her two
light position she kept to herself. She
wrote neither journals nor letters, and she
pion as John Wilson Croker.
But, bless us, what an ecstatic fuss this
same august nobility and gentry did
make over little Tom, the small Dublin
grocer's son, who could sing with such
charming effect; tell such witty stories,
and make himself such an enthralling idol
in those ''bowers" he was forever rhyning
about.
They drew the line at Bessie Dyke, who
happened maladroitly to be Mrs. Thomas
Moore.
She couldn't force out so many lines a
day (see Poets Diary of Lalla Rsokh
with its astonishing Yelled Prophet, Neur-
mahal, and all that sort of 'inspirationar'
nonsense-Heither could she sing semi-pat-
riotic sentimental melodies" which are ss-
ssntially no true expression of Ireland, MOI
of its people. They never were; but they
were very popular with the aristOcracy ia
which they were a new sensation. "SaW
tears in the Duchess of Blueblood's eyes
while Twas singing notes the sweet sing
er of Ireland in his journal.
Fancy the Last Rose of Summer and the
Harp Of Tara as the sentiment of the thou
sands and thousands of uncovered head:
at the moment of Brady's strangling las
week in Dublin!
O, the mockery of it all with the wrsngs
and woes, and killing want of generations
making a score that is audible in tears
curses, and the death rattle of famine.
Moore heard, too, in the aftermath of '99
but he could only voice the disturbances il
some pretty allegro rirace movement suct
as $50 where glory waits thee" Vel
most of the Irish have perforee followed
his chirpy advice by quitting the terres
trial worry altogether.
l ana straying from Jane Carlyle, ant
her social grievance, which is quite unac
countable, for she was we'll born, we'll bred
intellectual, and fully the eqEal of Lady
Ashburton in all the attractions and graee'
of life. Yet she was separated from hel
husband in the hsspitabls and serbia
Manifestations which this fine lady de
lighted in showing the srUsty sage O.
Chelsea.
Nevertheless Nrs. Carlyle drew aSou
her with 1nnnlte fascination Inc pest cul
turs in England, ana its representative lit
erary nen and women regarded her will
exceeding admiration and affection.
For the rest what should she care for th
tuppeny pinchseck world of all the Lad.
Ashburton species you could gather at He
Majesty's drawing rsom'
Why just read such tribute as this from
the London Spectator, and infer where thi
gentlswonan leaves the lady graAdses wit
only their titles to recall them.
Of Mrs. Carlyle a writer for The Specta
tor exclaims: ''How she could queen it
Long after she was middle-aged woman
she could pick up chance acquaintance il
a coach and so fascinate them that whel
she left her parasol in that coach on
) would compete eagerly and secret
!; against the other for the chance of rscov
ering and restoring it to her. Ia her oil
age-indeed, year or two before he
death-when she had partially rscovere
from most dangerous illness, middle
aged mon of the world burst inte tears a
the sight of her whom they had neve
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