The Pacific commercial advertiser., 1900-11-23
HER POEMS
IN A BOOK
Mrs. Frederick Hankey
To Publish One.
TO COME OUT IN NEW YORK
4 New Honolulu Resident Will Bid
For Fame as Writer
Of Verse.
by Mrs. Weston Coyney.)

MI AHlE w lNSl.ON, VINO IN prl-
N vate lite Is Mrs. Frederick w.
Hankey, has won distinction in
the land of her adoption and on the
continent as the Irish Poetess." Her
book of poems is shortly to be pub
iished by the Dodd's. Mrs. Hankey is
blessed with all the attributes which
could possibly fall to the lot of woman.
She has youth, beauty and brains;
rather an unusual combination even in
this day of athleticism and higher edu-
cation.
Imagine then woman scarcely past |
her teens, tall. finely proportioned and |
with the large, limpid clear eyes that |
long generations of healthy clear eyed, |
robust Norman and Irish progenitors |
have transmitted to her as an inherit !
ance. And withal, they show the artist |
soul beneath, for they are dreamy and |
soft. The skin is firm and fine and a |
flush mantles the cleek when she con-
verses on any favorite subject
Mrs. Hankey's hair is golden and is
arranged low at the nape of the neck
in Greek fashion.
Her manners are charming She has
none Of the mauvaise haute that ac-
companies i'll breeding. nor the for
wardness of the egotist. She has a
gentleness. a courtesy, and a cordiality
which will always win for her host
IF friends in any part of the globe she
may choose to sojourn in.
The punctilio of etiquette in the con-
vent where Marie winslow received
the finishing touches is well known by
scores of society women now in Euro
Dean courts and American social life.
There they were taught to preside over
pink teas violet luncheons," and
all sorts of fashionable functions.
And what is the result Of such an
education?
The education of a gentlewoman?
For these gentle Sisters do not pre-
| tend they are educating young ladies
| for the shop. the store. or the office.
They frankly admit their province is to
rear gentlewomen to adorn fashionable
| life and To preside over we'll appointed
homes.
English is taught thoroughly; music
art. the classics. mathematics, Ger
man. French (Parisian French. be it
| understood) and, above all things. re-
| fined and gentle manners. III breeding
| in that convent is regarded as being lit
tie short of a crime-and it really is
social crime. 1t was in such a convent
Mrs. Hankey received the finishing
| touches.
She was born in Ireland, but bred in
| America. She speaks fiuently German
French and English (permit me to in
clude our mother tongue) and she com
poses and plays and sings and paints
| and has been a poetess ever since wee
child
She is brilliant woman.
l Many bon mOts are current regarding
her wit. Her "sympathyque'-on a
French word can fully express that in
definable quality-combined with a sort
of child-like simplicity, which is the
ruling characteristic of the best type
OF her countrywomen. You feel In
stinctively she has stepped from the
convent to the altar and that no carp
ing sorrow. no biting poverty. no pet
ty cares have ever marred or dimme6
the lustre of her girlhood or woman
hood. Her honest serenity is one ot
her chief charms. Is IL not remarkable
that a woman with every material ad
vantage should be dreaming and writ
ing and striving for arts sake alone
cHt Mouid sun paint, sui CONlpOSs
music, still write poetry were there NJ
mortal eye other than her own, to gaz,
upon the one or read the other.
1t would be difficult to find a NOR.
happy home life than that enjoyed b,
Mr.. and Mrs. Hankey, which goes t.
prove that 1t is quite possible to be lit
erary and yet represent all that Is bes
in wlfehood
, The three following poems are her
presented for the first time in Homo
lulu. One is Marie winslow's lates
poem and makes it's first appearance
In the Advertiser now:
TO AN IDEAL PAINTING.
What pathos sweet in their deepness lies
THAT are dreamy turned to the restles
sea
Unknowing of life and its mystery.
How soft thy face with its glowing tone
That changes not though the sea dee
means.
Z And the shadowy smile on thy lips hal
grave
Seems ever to say to the voicing wave,
l''Doth nature end in truth with thee
And art alone begin with me?
The Hand that moves thy waters DER,
Their many leagues from shore to shore
Ill.
The same Hand guides the brush who's
u trace
Makes thought "A tender, dreamy face;
>, The changing light of thy opal sheen
i Was an artists fancy, The All Unseen;
,, He took for His colors the sun and air
= And made for His pallet the sky so fan
And His brush the wind that He used S
- free
And 10, thy beauty-oh, changing SEAL
He gave thought to child cf earth
And an artists soul In that child ha
birth;
Then thoughts came floating like ang
wings
And fancies clear as wild bird sings.
".
Sun. air and sky their colors gave
Ana in fairest dreams an artist lave
Now those tender dreams on canvas lie
And in beauty born-oh sea am t.
Those words 40 fpe- oh