Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1901-11-14

that she did, and so truly that she
never married any one else; and We
further believe, but only from certain
OF her poems and from her intrest in
Arctic expeditions, and from speeches
which fell from her when talking in.
timately. that he must have been an
othcer who sailed with Sir John
Franklin on that last expedition. from
where there was no return. and that
Tor love of him she lived single all
her days.
Those who love Jean Engelows
charming and imaginative poems.
never having heard those intimate
speeches to which the reviewer al
Iudes, will scarcely find confirmation
OF this superstition in her verses: since
divided" THE Long White Seam.
Inc Two Bridges" and that poem of
the youth lost in the mountains are
every whit as full of feeling as the
Song in Supper at the Mill" which
every one of her lovers remembers
and which those who do not know her
poems will like to read
When sparrows build and the feayes
break forth,
My old sorrow wakes aud cries:
For l know it is dawn in the far. far
North,
And scarlet sun doth rise:
Like scarlet fleece the snow field
spreads,
And the icy founts run free.
And the bergs begin to bow their
heads.
And plunge and sail in the sea.
Oh my lost love, and my own, owl
love-.
My love who loved me sol
Is there never a chink on the world
above
Where they listen for words from
below?
Nay, spoke once, and l grieyed thee
| remember all that l said;
And now l shall see thee no moreno
more,
Till the sea gives up her dead.
Thou didst set thy foot on the ship,
and sail
To the ice field and the snow.
Thou vert sad, for thy love did not
avail,
And the end l could not know.
How could | know should love thee
to-day,
When that day held not dear?
How could / know | should love thee
away,
When did not love thee anear?
We shall meet no more On the sodden
plain
With the faded bents o'erspread;
We shall stand no more on the seeth-
ing main,
While the dark wrack drives DER.
head:
We shall part no more in the wind and
the rain.
Where our last farewell was said;
But perhaps I shall see thee and know
thee again.
When the sea gives up her dead,
Miss Ingelow had "a circle of emf
nent and pleasant people about her. in
,ondon, but she was always homesick
for the country, and often stole away
to enjoy it. The reviewer quotes from
q letter which he confesses is dull
''she talked much better than she
wrote" An interesting "Reminiscences
is added in reference to Cafverley's
parody of her verse;
She had a great deal more to bear
on that occasion than most people are
aware of, for just before the Fly
Leaves went to press he was staying
house with her. He told her some
thing about it in the afternoon and
said he should like her to read the bit
about herself and see if there was any
in it that she objected to. 1t came 10
her Just as she was dressing for din
ner. 1t was longer and much more
severe than as it now stands, and she
so very much objected to it that she
could scarcely finish dressing or bear
to meet him. However, [ went down
stairs, she said, "and you may imagine
what an evening | spent" He, how
ever, partly saw and she partly toto
him how very much she disliked it.
anyhow, he took the worst verses oet.
HE preferred, his friend to his poem
was what she said; and in her ease,
who would not have done so?
The reviewer adds one more item OF
personal knowledge, saying: Her bi-
ographer is wrong in thinking that the
cODVViohf dinners ESQ called bec4 use
she spent what she received for her
copyrights in giving them) ended
when she left Holland street, her
London residence. Twelve Tor was
it six?) workhouse inmates dined once
a week in Holland Villas road"