The daily morning journal and courier., 1894-08-25
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 The name seems to have a decided literary flavor about it, naturally enough, from its connection with Eng fish poets and poetry.
 There was Dorothy, sister of the pa- triot Algernon sidney, and grandniece of the flower of English chivalry, Sir Philip Sidney. Her mother, too, was n Dorothy, daughter of the Eifrl of Northumberland, and though we know little of her characteristics we may safely judge of them from those of her children, as history reveals them.
 Dorothy Sidney was very young, beautiful, and of charming manners when the poet Edmund Waller met and loved her. Tho verses she inspired are acknowledged to be the finest and truest of all his poems. He addressed them to "Sacharissa, "an inspired name, and to tell the truth, much of his poetry is.of the insipid order, but that charge is not to be brought against that ''Song to the Rose" which has been pro nounced lone of the most graceful poems of an age from which a taste for the highest poetry was fast vanishing
 There Is no reason for believing that the lovely Dorothy returned the affec- ton of the poet; she may have read his fickle, pliant character too well. She married the Earl of Sunderland, and Edmund Waller sought forgetful- ness in the political excitement of as stormy period as England ever knew. She upright, courageous, de- voted. endured her many sorrows with fortitude. She was but twenty-six when her cavalier husband fell in the battle with Cromwell's forces at New bury; and she outlived by few months the brother who, after years of service to his country, was falsely accused of treason, convicted without reliable evidence, and beheaded. To die in battle or upon the scaffold seemed the natural fate of her family and friends, and every disaster that the years could bring were showered upon her, yet she endured all things patiently and nobly unto the end.
 Another Dorothy who was, at somewhat earlier period the subject of a poets verse was Dorothy Parsons. It Is to her that that dainty quartrain of Robert Herrick's was addressed: If thou aske me Deare) wherefore do not write of thee no more: l must answer (Sweet) thy part
 Lesse is here, than in my heart"
 lnspirer of many poems, good angel of the poet, was that Dorothy whom Coleridge called Wordworth's exquisite sister," She suggested the subjects for some of his finest lyrics; she tran scribed much of his work from dicta- tion, thus saving him from uncongenial labor; she counteracted his morbid tendencies, and, herself genious, worked in her brothers home as a ser want, or charmed the most famous lit erary men of her time with her buoyan- cy of spirit and versatility of gifts. It was of her the brother wrote: ''She hath smiles to earth unknown; Smiles that with motion of their own Do spread and sink and rise;
 That come and go with endless play, And ever as they pass away,
 Are hidden in her eyes,"
 Most lovers of poetry could recite the poem beginning, "I wandered lone- ly as a cloud," but how many know that "Daffodils' was written at Doro- thy Wordsworth's suggestion, and that to her we are indebted for those two perfect lines that are it's Spiritual center" the third and fourth of the last verse?
 For oft when on my couch lie, In vacant or in pensive mood,
 They flash upon that inward eye Which Is the bliss of solitude And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffOdils' Dorothy Wordworths Journal" pub lished some years ago, is one of the most interesting of those books which reveal to us the lives and works of those writers known as the Lake school" Not only did she, as her brother said, maintain for him a saving intercourse with his own self, but she kept an in- | fluence, cheerful, strong, and perman- ent over all with whom she came in contact.
 Addison had but one sister,-Dorothy. Steele was greatly indebted for mother ly care and loving interest to his aunt, Dorothy Gascoigne. The mother of Gray was Dorothy Antrobus. She sup ported him by her own exertions through his school and college career, his ill-tempered, perhaps insane, father having refused to do anything for him. Her memory Is embalmed in the beauti- full inscription he wrote for her tomb. -- 'the careful, tender mother of many children, of whom one alone had the misfortune to survive her." "It Is thir- teen years ago." he wrote of her loss and seems but yesterday, and every day live 1t. sinks deeper into my heart" After a few more lonely years he was buried by her side in that Country churchyard" at Stoke Pogis.
 Sir Thomas Browne, the learned, orig. inal. but pedantic author of "Religic Medici," Vulgar Errors" "Urn Burial, and other remarkable works, took tc wife one Dorothy Wilhelm. Sir William Temple, statesman, diplonatist, writer and patron of writers, married Dorothy Osborne after a long and difficult court ship, her friends preferring for her one of the sons of Oliver Cromwell. Hel sweet and wonanly love-letters, witt their quaint and charming expression o1 truest affection, were published g few years ago, to the delight of their read CTS. In the days of this Dorothy wal published remarkable book which at tained to great popularity. It wa. called 'The Whole Duty of Man. ant it's authorship was then, and Is yet, g
 mystery. Strong evidence, however l nninta tn Dame norothx Pakinrfnr1 {