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Till o'er the wreck, emerging from the storm,
Immortal nature lifts her changeful form,
Mounts from her funeral pyre on wings of flame,
And soars and shines, another and the same!

(From the Economy of Vegetation, Canto iv.) A description of the cassia plant, 'cinctured with gold,' committing its 'infant loves,' or seeds, to be borne by Ontario's floods and sea-currents to the coasts of Norway, naturally suggests Moses in his Nile cradle, as that does African slavery.

Moses on the Nile and Slavery.

So the sad mother at the noon of night,
From bloody Memphis stole her silent flight;
Wrapped her dear babe beneath her folded vest,
And clasped the treasure to her throbbing breast;
With soothing whispers hushed its feeble cry,
Pressed the soft kiss, and breathed the secret sigh.
With dauntless step she seeks the winding shore,
Hears unappalled the glimmering torrents roar ;
With paper-flags a floating cradle weaves,
And hides the smiling boy in lotus leaves;
Gives her white bosom to his eager lips,

The salt tears mingling with the milk he sips;

Waits on the reed-crowned brink with pious guile,

And trusts the scaly monsters of the Nile.

Erewhile majestic from his lone abode,

Embassador of heaven, the Prophet trod;

Wrenched the red scourge from proud oppression's hands,
And broke, curst slavery, thy iron bands.
Hark! heard ye not that piercing cry,
Which shook the waves and rent the sky?
E'en now, e'en now, on yonder western shores
Weeps pale despair, and writhing anguish roars;
E'en now in Afric's groves, with hideous yell,
Fierce slavery stalks, and slips the dogs of hell;
From vale to vale the gathering cries rebound,
And sable nations tremble at the sound!

Ye band of senators! whose suffrage sways
Britannia's realms, whom either Ind obeys;
Who right the injured and reward the brave,
Stretch your strong arm, for ye have power to save!
Throned in the vaulted heart, his dread resort,
Inexorable conscience holds his court;
With still small voice the plots of guilt alarms,
Bares his masked brow, his lifted hand disarms;
But wrapped in night with terrors all his own,
He speaks in thunder when the deed is done.

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Hear him, ye senates! hear this truth sublime,

He who allows oppression, shares the crime!'

(From The Loves of the Plants, Canto iii.)

The two halves of the poem have no very close connection; Part II. only justifies the general and special title of the book, and in Part I. the section of Canto iv. addressed to the sylphs; the first three cantos of Part I. (addressed to fire-spirits, gnomes or earth-spirits, and water-nymphs respectively) deal with the forces of nature in general, and specially with the formation of the world. The plan of the book thus allows Darwin to bring in any subject he likes-Lock-lomond by Moonlight,' Montgolfier's balloon, the pictures of Wright of Derby, compliments to Wedgwood and Brindley the canal-maker, and a really eloquent tribute to

John Howard, the prisoners' friend. The following passage on the power of the steam-engine (written about 1780 in an invocation to the nymphs of fire, who are responsible for many chemical, electrical, and industrial inventions) goes beyond the achievements of M. Santos-Dumont and almost rivals in brief the visions of Mr H. G. Wells:

Nymphs! you erewhile on simmering cauldrons play'd,
And call'd delighted Savery to your aid;
Bade round the youth explosive Steam aspire,
In gathering clouds, and wing'd the wave with fire;
Bade with cold streams the quick expansion stop,
And sunk the immense of vapour to a drop.-
Press'd by the ponderous air the Piston falls
Resistless, sliding through its iron walls;
Quick moves the balanced beam, of giant birth,
Wields his large limbs, and nodding shakes the earth....

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Soon shall thy arm, Unconquered Steam! afar
Drag the slow barge, or drive the rapid car;
Or on wide-waving wings expanded bear
The flying-chariot through the fields of air.
-Fair crews triumphant, leaning from above,
Shall wave their fluttering kerchiefs as they move;
Or warrior-bands alarm the gaping crowd,
And armies shrink beneath the shadowy cloud.

Darwin's parallels are sometimes both extravagant and gross; there is a constant throng of startling metaphors; and the descriptions are worked out with tiresome minuteness. A third part of the Botanic Garden was added in 1792; for the copyright of the whole he received £900. Darwin next published Zoonomia, or the Laws of Organic Life (1794-96), partly written long before, a curious and original physiological prose treatise. Sympathising with his aim here to establish the

physiological basis of mental phenomena, G. H. Lewes credits him with 'a profounder insight into psychology than any of his contemporaries and the majority of his successors.' Johannes Müller quotes and corrects him; and the Zoonomia directly influenced medical science by insisting on the (only recently recognised) importance of stimulants in fever, and on the rational treatment of the insane. In 1801 Darwin issued another philosophical disquisition, Phytologia, or the Philosophy of Agriculture and Gardening. He also wrote a short treatise on Female Education, intended for the instruction and assistance of part of his own family. He praised, practised, and preached teetotalism, and died of gout in his seventy-first year. Shortly after his death was published a poem, The Temple of Nature, which is even more didactic than the Botanic Garden, and more inverted in style and diction.

The poetical reputation of Darwin was as bright and transient as the blooming of his plants and flowers. Cowper said his verse was as 'strong' as it was 'learned and sweet.' He really exercised an influence which may be traced in the Pleasures of Hope and other poems of the closing century. His command of poetic diction, elaborate metaphors, and sonorous versification was well seconded by his curious and multifarious knowledge; but the effect of the whole was artificial. The Rosicrucian machinery of Pope gave scope for wit and satire in the delineation of human passions and pursuits; but who can sympathise with the loves and metamorphoses of the plants? Multitudinous metaphors are less trying to faith and patience than long-drawn-out and fantastic allegory such as this. But it seems generally admitted that it was an external accident that mainly blasted Darwin's fair fame. The personification of the plants and their 'pledging their nuptial vows' (not uncomplicated by polygamy and polyandry) gave a fatal opportunity to a parodist, and in the 'Loves of the Triangles' in George Canning's Anti-Jacobin (1799– 1801) was too obviously and mercilessly burlesqued. Friends and critics, from Miss Seward to Charles Darwin, agree that the sudden collapse of Darwin's poetic credit was due to the ingenuity and prodigious popularity of the burlesque.

Horace Walpole in his letters repeatedly alludes with admiration to Dr Darwin's poetry, and writes thus in a letter of May 14, 1792:

The 'Triumph of Flora,' beginning at the fifty-ninth line, is most beautifully and enchantingly imagined; and the twelve verses that by miracle describe and compre hend the creation of the universe out of chaos, are in my opinion the most sublime passages in any author, or in any of the few languages with which I am acquainted. There are a thousand other verses most charming, or indeed all are so, crowded with most poetic imagery, gorgeous epithets and style: and yet these four cantos do not please me equally with the Loves of the Plants.

The 'Triumph of Flora' begins with the line 'She comes! the goddess!' in the passage quoted

below; the other twelve verses commended are last in the same extract, from 'Let there be light' on.

Invocation to the Goddess of Botany.
'Winds of the north! restrain your icy gales,
Nor chill the bosom of these happy vales!
Hence in dark heaps, ye gathering clouds, revolve!
Disperse, ye lightnings, and ye mists, dissolve!
Hither, emerging from yon orient skies,
Botanic goddess, bend thy radiant eyes;
O'er these soft scenes assume thy gentle reign,
Pomona, Ceres, Flora in thy train;

O'er the still dawn thy placid smile effuse,
And with thy silver sandals print the dews;
In noon's bright blaze thy vermeil vest unfold,
And wave thy emerald banner starred with gold.'
Thus spoke the genius as he stept along,
And bade these lawns to peace and truth belong;
Down the steep slopes he led with modest skill
The willing pathway and the truant rill,
Stretched o'er the marshy vale yon willowy mound,
Where shines the lake amid the tufted ground;
Raised the young woodland, smoothed the wavy green,
And gave to beauty all the quiet scene.

She comes! the goddess! through the whispering air,
Bright as the morn descends her blushing car;
Each circling wheel a wreath of flowers entwines,
And, gemmed with flowers, the silken harness shines;
The golden bits with flowery studs are decked,
And knots of flowers the crimson reins connect.
And now on earth the silver axle rings,
And the shell sinks upon its slender springs ;
Light from her airy seat the goddess bounds,
And steps celestial press the pansied grounds.
Fair Spring advancing calls her feathered quire,
And tunes to softer notes her laughing lyre;
Bids her gay hours on purple pinions move,
And arms her zephyrs with the shafts of love.
Pleased gnomes, ascending from their earthly beds,
Play round her graceful footsteps as she treads;
Gay sylphs attendant beat the fragrant air
On winnowing wings, and waft her golden hair;
Blue nymphs emerging leave their sparkling streams,
And fiery forms alight from orient beams;
Musk'd in the rose's lap fresh dews they shed,
Or breathe celestial lustres round her head.
First the fine forms, her dulcet voice requires,
Which bathe or bask in elemental fires;
From each bright gem of day's refulgent car,
From the pale sphere of every twinkling star,
From each nice pore of ocean, earth, and air,
With eye of flame the sparkling hosts repair,
Mix their gay hues, in changeful circles play,
Like motes, that tenant the meridian May-
So the clear lens collects with magic power
The countless glories of the midnight hour;
Stars after stars with quivering lustre fall,
And twinkling glide along the whitened wall-
Pleased as they pass, she counts the glittering bands,
And stills their murmur with her waving hands;
Each listening tribe with fond expectance burns,
And now to these, and now to those, she turns.
'Nymphs of primeval fire! your vestal train
Hung with gold-tresses o'er the vast inane,
Pierced with your silver shafts the throne of night,
And charmed young Nature's opening eyes with light;

When love divine, with brooding wings unfurled,
Called from the rude abyss the living world.
'Let there be light!' proclaimed the Almighty Lord,
Astonished Chaos heard the potent word;
Through all his realms the kindling ether runs,
And the mass starts into a million suns;

Earths round each sun with quick explosions burst,
And second planets issue from the first;
Bend, as they journey with projectile force,
In bright ellipses their reluctant course;
Orbs wheel in orbs, round centres centres roll,
And form, self-balanced, one reluctant whole;
Onward they move amid their bright abode,
Space without bound, the bosom of their God.

(From exordium of the Economy of Vegetation.)

The thirty-eight lines that immediately precede this passage are almost verbatim Miss Seward's; and in this extract the eight lines from 'Thus spoke' are also hers. The rest is Darwin's.

Destruction of Senacherib's Army by a
Pestilential Wind.

From Ashur's vales when proud Senacherib trod,
Poured his swoln heart, defied the living God,
Urged with incessant shouts his glittering powers,
And Judah shook through all her massy towers;
Round her sad altars press the prostrate crowd,
Hosts beat their breasts, and suppliant chieftains bowed;
Loud shrieks of matrons thrilled the troubled air,
And trembling virgins rent their scattered hair;
High in the midst the kneeling king adored,
Spread the blaspheming scroll before the Lord,

Raised his pale hands, and breathed his pausing sighs,
And fixed on heaven his dim imploring eyes.
'O mighty God, amidst thy seraph throng
Who sit'st sublime, the judge of right and wrong;
Thine the wide earth, bright sun, and starry zone,
That twinkling journey round thy golden throne;
Thine is the crystal source of life and light,
And thine the realms of death's eternal night.
O bend thine ear, the gracious eye incline,
Lo! Ashur's king blasphemes thy holy shrine,
Insults our offerings, and derides our vows.
O strike the diadem from his impious brows,
Tear from his murderous hand the bloody rod,
And teach the trembling nations "Thou art God!"'
Sylphs! in what dread array with pennons broad,
Onward ye floated o'er the ethereal road;
Called each dank steam the reeking marsh exhales,
Contagious vapours and volcanic gales;

Gave the soft south with poisonous breath to blow,
And rolled the dreadful whirlwind on the foe!
Hark! o'er the camp the venomed tempest sings,
Man falls on man, on buckler buckler rings;
Groan answers groan, to anguish anguish yields,
And death's loud accents shake the tented fields!
High rears the fiend his grinning jaws, and wide
Spans the pale nations with colossal stride,
Waves his broad falchion with uplifted hand,
And his vast shadow darkens all the land.

(From the Economy of Vegetation, Canto iv.)
Eliza at the Battle of Minden.
So stood Eliza on the wood-crowned height,
O'er Minden's plain, spectatress of the fight;
Sought with bold eye amid the bloody strife
Her dearer self, the partner of her life;
From hill to hill the rushing host pursued,
And viewed his banner, or believed she viewed.

Pleased with the distant roar, with quicker tread
Fast by his hand one lisping boy she led ;

And one fair girl amid the loud alarm
Slept on her kerchief, cradled by her arm;
While round her brows bright beams of Honour dart,
And Love's warm eddies circle round her heart.
Near and more near the intrepid beauty pressed,
Saw through the driving smoke his dancing crest;
Saw on his helm her virgin hands inwove
Bright stars of gold, and mystic knots of love;
Heard the exulting shout, 'They run! they run !'
'Great God!' she cried, 'he 's safe! the battle's won!'
A ball now hisses through the airy tides,
(Some fury winged it, and some demon guides!)
Parts the fine locks her graceful head that deck,
Wounds her fair ear, and sinks into her neck;
The red stream, issuing from her azure veins,
Dyes her white veil, her ivory bosom stains.
'Ah me!' she cried, and sinking on the ground,
Kissed her dear babes, regardless of the wound ;
'Oh cease not yet to beat, thou vital urn!
Wait, gushing life, oh wait my love's return!
Hoarse barks the wolf, the vulture screams from far!
The angel Pity shuns the walks of war!

Oh spare, ye war-hounds, spare their tender age;
On me, on me,' she cried, 'exhaust your rage!'
Then with weak arms her weeping babes caressed,
And, sighing, hid them in her blood-stained vest.
From tent to tent the impatient warrior flies,
Fear in his heart, and frenzy in his eyes;
Eliza's name along the camp he calls,
'Eliza' echoes through the canvas walls;

Quick through the murmuring gloom his footsteps tread,
O'er groaning heaps, the dying and the dead,
Vault o'er the plain, and in the tangled wood,
Lo! dead Eliza weltering in her blood!
Soon hears his listening son the welcome sounds,
With open arms and sparkling eye he bounds:
'Speak low,' he cries, and gives his little hand,
'Eliza sleeps upon the dew-cold sand;'
Poor weeping babe with bloody fingers pressed
And tried with pouting lips her milkless breast;
'Alas! we both with cold and hunger quake—
Why do you weep ?-Mama will soon awake.'
'She'll wake no more!' the hapless mourner cried,
Upturned his eyes, and clasped his hands and sighed ;
Stretched on the ground, a while entranced he lay,
And pressed warm kisses on the lifeless clay;
And then upsprung with wild convulsive start,
And all the father kindled in his heart;
'O heavens !' he cried, my first rash vow forgive;
These bind to earth, for these I pray to live!'
Round his chill babes he wrapped his crimson vest,
And clasped them sobbing to his aching breast.
(From The Loves of the Plants, Canto iii.)

Song to May.

Born in yon blaze of orient sky,
Sweet May, thy radiant form unfold;
Unclose thy blue voluptuous eye,
And wave thy shadowy locks of gold.

For thee the fragrant zephyrs blow,
For thee descends the sunny shower;
The rills in softer murmurs flow,

And brighter blossoms gem the bower.

Light graces dressed in flowery wreaths
And tiptoe joys their hands combine;
And Love his sweet contagion breathes,
And laughing dances round thy shrine.
Warm with new life the glittering throngs
On quivering fin and rustling wing
Delighted join their votive songs,

And hail thee Goddess of the spring!

(From The Loves of the Plants, Canto ii.)

Song to Echo.

Sweet Echo! sleeps thy vocal shell,
Where this high arch o'erhangs the dell ;
While Tweed, with sun-reflecting streams,
Checkers thy rocks with dancing beams?
Here may no clamours harsh intrude,
No brawling hound or clarion rude;
Here no fell beast of midnight prowl,
And teach thy tortured cliffs to howl.
Be thine to pour these vales along
Some artless shepherd's evening song ;
While night's sweet bird from yon high spray
Responsive listens to his lay.

And if, like me, some love-lorn maid
Should sing her sorrows to thy shade,
Oh, soothe her breast, ye rocks around,
With softest sympathy of sound.

(From The Loves of the Plants, Canto iv.) Naturally it is 'fair Avena' (i.e. oats) that brings the poet to the banks of Tweed.

If Darwin's poetic glories have been allowed to rest in oblivion, full justice has of late been done to his singular scientific and speculative insight. Dr Ernst Krause in his work on the subject compares him thus with his famous grandson ;

Almost every single work of the younger Darwin may be paralleled by at least a chapter in the works of his ancestor; the mystery of heredity, adaptation, the protective arrangements of animals and plants, sexual selection, insectivorous plants, and the analysis of the emotions and sociological impulses; nay, even the studies on infants are to be found already discussed in the writings of the elder Darwin. But at the same time we remark a material difference in their interpretation of nature. The elder Darwin was a Lamarckian, or, more properly, Jean Lamarck was a Darwinian of the older school, for he has only carried out further the ideas of Erasmus Darwin, although with great acumen; and it is to Darwin, therefore, that the credit is due of having first established a complete system of the theory of evolution. The evidence of this I shall adduce hereafter.

The unusual circumstance that a grandfather should be the intellectual precursor of his grandson in questions which nowadays more than any others move the minds of men, must of itself suffice to excite the liveliest interest. But at the same time it must be pointed out that in this fact we have not the smallest ground for depreciating the labours of the man who has shed a new lustre upon the name of his grandfather. It is one thing to establish hypotheses and theories out of the fullness of one's fancy, even when supported by a very considerable knowledge of nature, and another to demonstrate them

by an enormous number of facts, and carry them to such a degree of probability as to satisfy those most capable of judging. Dr Erasmus Darwin could not satisfy his contemporaries with his physio-philosophical ideas; he was a century ahead of them, and was in consequence obliged to put up with seeing people shrug their shoulders when they spoke of his wild and eccentric fancies, and the expression 'Darwinising' (as employed, for example, by the poet Coleridge when writing on Stillingfleet) was accepted in England nearly as the antithesis of sober biological investigation.

Darwin had the misfortune to be one of the many victims of the 'practical' and mischievous jokes of George Steevens the Shakespearean commentator. In the fourth canto of the Loves of the Plants Darwin gives rather an extravagant version of the upas-tree superstition, and prints as pièce justificative a long article in the London Magazine for 1783, said to be from the Dutch of a physician resident in Java, but subsequently discovered to be a pure fabrication by Steevens.

See Krause's essay on Darwin's scientific works, translated by Dallas, and the prefatory Life by Charles Darwin (1879; 2nd ed. 1887). The earliest Life was that by Miss Seward.

Anna Seward (1747-1809), born at Eyam rectory, Derbyshire, was the daughter of the Rev. Thomas Seward, from 1754 canon-residentiary of Lichfield, who, himself a poet, was one of the editors of Beaumont and Fletcher. She was early trained to a taste for poetry, and before she was nine could repeat the first three books of Paradise Lost. Her own earliest verses were elegiac poems -on Captain Cook, Garrick, Major André, and others-which, spite of their artificial and inflated style, attained some measure of celebrity. Darwin complimented her as 'the inventress of epic elegy ;' Johnson highly praised some of her things; and she was known by the name of the Swan of Lichfield. Miss Mitford, less complimentary, called her 'a sort of Dr Darwin in petticoats;' but she had more in common with Hayley and Gifford's other victims in the Baviad. A poetical novel, Louisa (1782), passed through several editions. Her Memoir of Dr Darwin appeared in 1804 After bandying compliments with the poets of one generation, Miss Seward in the next engaged Sir Walter Scott in a literary correspondence, and bequeathed to him for publication three volumes of her poetry, which he issued, with a memoir, in 1810-not without misgivings. At the same time she left her correspondence to Constable, who published the letters from 1784 and 1807 (6 vols. 1811). Both collections were unsuccessful. The applauses of Miss Seward's early admirers were only calculated to excite ridicule, and the vanity and affectation which were her besetting sins destroyed alike her poetry and her prose. Some of her letters, however, are written with spirit and discrimination; and Macaulay, writing to his sister Hannah, reported, 'The books which I had sent to the binder are come, and Miss Seward's letters are in a condition to bear twenty more reperusals.'

Hannah More (1745-1833), adopting fiction as a means of conveying religious instruction, can scarcely be said to have been ever 'free of the corporation' of novelists; nor would she perhaps have cared to owe her distinction solely to her connection with so motley and various a band. She withdrew from the fascinations of London society, the theatres and opera, in obedience to what she conceived to be the call of duty, and, latterly at any rate, much of contemporary literature became taboo to her. This lovable woman was the fourth of the five daughters of Jacob More, who taught a school in the Gloucestershire village of Stapleton (now absorbed in Bristol), where Hannah was born. At twelve she was sent to a boardingschool just started by her eldest sister in Bristol. In 1773 she published a pastoral drama, The Search after Happiness, which by 1796 had reached an eleventh edition; in 1774 she brought out a tragedy, The Inflexible Captive. In 1773 or 1774 she made her entrance into the society of London, and was domesticated with Garrick, who proved one of her kindest and steadiest friends. She was received with favour by Johnson, Reynolds, Burke, and their set. In 1777 Garrick brought out her tragedy of Percy at Drury Lane, where it had a run of twenty-one nights; the theatrical profits amounted to £600, and for the copyright of the play she got £150 more. She had already published two legendary poems, Sir Eldred of the Bower and The Bleeding Rock; and in 1779 her third and last tragedy, The Fatal Falsehood, was acted, but only for three nights. At this time she lost her friend Garrick by death. In 1782 appeared a volume of Sacred Dramas, with a poem, Sensibility. All her works were successful, and Johnson, with a friend's partiality, declared she was 'the most powerful versificatrix in the English language.' Her poetry is now forgotten; but Percy has so many good points that one cannot help thinking the venerable Mrs Hannah More might have been remembered as a playwright had she settled down seriously to dramatic work. In 1786 she issued another volume of verse, Florio, a Tale for Fine Gentlemen and Fine Ladies; and The Bas Bleu, or Conversation. The latter which Johnson complimented as 'a great performance' - was an elaborate eulogy on the Bas Bleu Club, a literary assembly that met at Mrs Montagu's (see page 418). About this time Hannah resolved to devote her abundant good sense and keen observation exclusively to high objects. The gay life of the fashionable world had lost its charms, and, having published her Bas Bleu, she retired to the small cottage of Cowslip Green in Blaydon parish in Somerset. Her first prose publication was Thoughts on the Importance of the Manners of the Great to General Society (1788), and, published anonymously, was by Cowper assumed to be the production of one of the most scholarly and well-born men of the

time, presumably Wilberforce. This was followed in 1791 by an Estimate of the Religion of the Fashionable World. As a means of counteracting the political tracts and exertions of Jacobins and levellers, 'Mrs' More (for so she came, in the fashion of the day, to be styled) in 1795-98 wrote a number of tales, published monthly under the title of The Cheap Repository, which attained to a sale of about a million each number; of these the best-known was The Shepherd of Salisbury Plain. With the same object, she published a volume on Village Politics. Her other principal works were Strictures on the Modern System of Female Education (1799); Hints towards forming the Character of a Young Princess (1805; written at the queen's request for behoof of the Princess Charlotte); Calebs in Search of a Wife (1809); Practical Piety (1811); Christian Morals (1812); Essay on the Character and Writings of St Paul (1815); and Moral Sketches of Prevailing Opinions and Manners, Foreign and Domestic, with Reflections on Prayer (1819). Her collected works (1830) fill eleven volumes octavo. Of Calebs ten editions were sold in one year. The tale has a fine vein of delicate irony and sarcasm, and some of the characters are admirably drawn, but the didactic aim and tone repel ordinary novel-readers; the story was not unfairly called 'a dramatic sermon.'

The popularity of her books enabled her to live in ease, and to dispense charities generously. Her sisters also secured a competency, and they all lived together at Barley Wood, a house in the neighbouring parish of Wrington, Locke's birthplace, whither Hannah moved in 1802. From the day that the school was given up, the existence of the whole sisterhood appears to have flowed on in one uniform current of peace and contentment, diversified only by new appearances of Hannah as an authoress, and the ups and downs which she and the others met with in the prosecution of a most brave and human experiment—namely, their zealous effort to extend the blessings of education and religion among the inhabitants of certain villages situated in the wild Cheddar district some ten miles from their abode, who, from a concurrence of unhappy local and temporary circumstances, had been left in a state of ignorance hardly conceivable at the present day.' And their labours so prospered that ere long the sisterhood had the pleasure of witnessing a yearly festival celebrated on the hills of Cheddar, where above a thousand children, with the members of women's industrial clubs-also established by them-after attending church service, were regaled at the expense of their benefactors. In Hannah's latter days there was perhaps a tincture of supererogatory severity in her religious views. But her unfeigned sincerity, her exertions to instruct miners and cottagers, and the untiring zeal with which she laboured, even amidst severe bodily infirmities, to spread sound principles and intellectual culture from palace to cottage, entitle her to rank amidst

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