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Six Poems by Margaret Hutchinson, Wordsworth’s Radical Niece

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Introduction

Midway through a 3 February 1846 letter to his American publisher, Henry Reed, Britain’s seventy-five-year-old poet laureate, William Wordsworth, abruptly changed topics to inquire, “Do you know any thing of a wretched set of Religionists in your Country, Superstitionists I ought to say, called Mormonites or Latter-day-saints[?]” His reason for asking, he explained, was that “a niece of Mrs W[ordsworth]’s has just embarked, we believe at Liverpool with a set of the deluded Followers” of this upstart American sect “in an attempt to join their society.” He then added, “Her name is Margaret Hutchinson, a young woman of good abilities & well educated, but early in life she took from her Mother and her connections, a Methodistical turn and has gone on in a course of what she supposes to be piety till she has come to this miserable close” (Wordsworth and Wordsworth 7: 756).

Nearly two centuries later, it is possible to piece together what became of this “deluded” niece of the poet thanks to a remarkable, if hitherto overlooked, set of documents in the archives of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Salt Lake City. Among these is the missionary journal of Elijah Funk Sheets (1821–1904), the Pennsylvania native who baptized Margaret Hutchinson into his faith on 12 October 1845, fell in love with her in the weeks that followed, and married her on 16 January 1846 aboard the ship carrying them and some forty other Latter-day Saints to America.Footnote 1 After reaching New Orleans on 25 March, their party took a riverboat up the Mississippi to Nauvoo, Illinois, the erstwhile Mormon capital that, following years of persecution, the Saints were then evacuating for a safer haven beyond the Rocky Mountains. Accordingly, after stopping long enough to acquire a wagon and provisions, the newlyweds set out on 1 May for Winter Quarters, the temporary Mormon encampment near present-day Omaha. By the time they arrived on 9 July, Margaret was about three months pregnant, and that autumn she fell severely ill, likely from the malnutrition or malaria endemic to the camp. While she managed to bear a seemingly healthy daughter on 26 December, she declined rapidly thereafter and passed away on 1 February 1847. Two and a half months later, Elijah buried their infant daughter next to her mother in the makeshift Mormon cemetery on the Nebraska plains.

Elijah himself would survive the trek to Salt Lake City and go on to become a sufficiently prominent civic and ecclesiastical leader in pioneer-era Utah for his papers to be preserved in the church’s archives after his passing in 1904. Among them are two notebooks that had belonged to his first wife: a spiritual diary that Margaret kept sporadically between 1840 and 1845 and a verse notebook containing thirty-eight poems that she composed between 1833 and 1837 (or between her thirteenth and eighteenth birthdays). These volumes offer a wealth of insights into journaling practices, female education, and nonconformist worship in the late Romantic and early Victorian ages; but for most literary scholars their principal appeal will lie in the unfailingly assured, consistently accomplished, and occasionally radical lyrics that this obscure niece of the era’s preeminent living poet wrote in her mid-teens. Although many of Margaret’s poems adhere to the popular sentimental and moralistic tropes of the day, others—including all six selections transcribed below—display a contrarian spirit and an ardor for radical causes rarely seen in British women’s verse of the 1830s. And, as detailed below, these were by no means private effusions, for half of her notebook poems ultimately found a broad readership during an eighteen-month stretch of 1835 and 1836 in which she functioned, in effect, as the house poetess of the Isle of Man’s principal newspaper, the Manx Sun.

Apart from her connections to Wordsworth, nothing in her pedigree or early upbringing foretold literary success, since Margaret came from a poor and dysfunctional family that was decidedly the black-sheep branch of the Hutchinson clan. Her father, George Hutchinson (1778–1864), was the second youngest of nine aspirationally middle-class siblings from Penrith, Cumberland. After losing his mother in 1783 and his father in 1785, he was raised primarily by his eldest sister, Mary (1770–1859), the future wife of William Wordsworth. Determined to become a gentleman farmer in the mold of his elder brothers Jack and Tom, he embarked in his twenties and thirties on a series of unprofitable agricultural ventures, the last of which—a five-year lease on a small, hilly, and remote farm in Radnorshire, Wales—proved so ruinous that he was at least twice committed to debtors’ prison between 1815 and 1820.Footnote 2 Far more embarrassing, however, to George’s conventionally moralistic siblings was the news he belatedly imparted in May 1819 concerning his recent marriage to Margaret Roberts (1796–1869), a Welsh servant at his farm who, besides being lowborn, illiterate, and roughly half his age, went to the altar seven months pregnant with his baby.Footnote 3

This child—the Margaret whose work is discussed here—would be born at her father’s Radnorshire farm on 3 July 1819 and christened the next day at the parish church in New Radnor. The Hutchinsons remained in Wales until 1822, when, having given up on farming and forsaken notions of starting anew in Canada or Van Diemen’s Land, George opened a small boys’ school in the hamlet of Ballingham in southeastern Herefordshire (Wordsworth and Wordsworth 4: 33, 64; S. Hutchinson 174, 180, 201, 218, 224). While he would operate this academy until 1836, his tutelage seems not to have extended to his own children, for Margaret’s brother John would later recall that “beyond the acquisition of the three R’s under paternal and therefore very indulgent direction,” his early schooling had been “almost entirely confined” to riding horses, hunting, and getting into scrapes with “rough rustic companions on the village green” (5). By the late 1820s, Margaret’s maiden aunts Sara and Joanna Hutchinson had apparently grown so alarmed by the desultory manner in which their niece was being raised that they rescued her from her paternal home and placed her in a school in their native Penrith.Footnote 4 This market town at the northeastern edge of the Lake District would remain her primary home until the summer of 1833, when she joined her Aunt Joanna on the Isle of Man. For years to come her abiding affection for the people and scenery of Penrith would be a recurring theme in the poetry notebook that Margaret began six months before moving away.Footnote 5

Just how fully her talents and intellect developed during her Penrith years is evident in the eight poems Margaret composed in this notebook before leaving for the Isle of Man, works that display extraordinary confidence, learning, and verbal dexterity for a writer still in her early teens. That she chose verse as her primary medium is unsurprising, for there arguably had never been a better moment for British girls with poetic aspirations than the early 1830s. Between the mass popularity of Felicia Hemans, L. E. L. (Letitia Elizabeth Landon), and their countless imitators and a flood of new giftbooks, annuals, and magazines catering to female audiences, publishers strained to meet the surging demand for women’s verse. The lone downside of this “poetess” boom, at least in conventional tellings of literary history, was that it coincided with the consolidation of separate-spheres ideologies in Britain, which meant that a generation of women writers enjoying unprecedented access to print felt increasingly compelled to limit themselves to sentimental, religious, and domestic subjects.Footnote 6

To a certain degree, though, these norms may have worked to Margaret’s advantage. In fact, the clear facility that several of her notebook poems display for the sentimental and didactic styles of the age does much to explain the publishing opportunities she had at the Manx Sun while still in her teens. Her earliest known contribution to this Douglas-based weekly (or, for that matter, to any other periodical) was “The Epiphany,” a forty-two-line poem in iambic hexameter couplets composed on 6 January 1835 for the Feast of Epiphany and submitted in time to be published three days later as the work of “A. B.” of Atholl Street (the fashionable Douglas road where Margaret’s Aunt Joanna resided). When or whether the paper’s proprietor and editor, James Grellier, ever became cognizant of his new contributor’s age or identity is unclear, but he was sufficiently impressed by her talents that he published a second submission, the L. E. L.–inspired lyric “To J. C.,” two weeks later. Thereafter verses by “Anne of Atholl Street” (as she was typically identified moving forward) became a staple of the Sun, and nineteen of Margaret’s poems (eighteen of which appear in draft form in her notebook) ultimately graced its pages between January 1835 and June 1836.

Then, however, after the publication of her lines “To a Lily Plucked in Castle Mona’s Ground” on 24 June 1836, the pseudonymous songstress disappeared as suddenly as she had arrived on the scene eighteen months earlier. Judging from Margaret’s verse notebook, this was not owing to waning interest on her part, given that she wrote nine additional poems between July 1836 and May 1837, two of them explicit sequels to lyrics she had published in the Sun. Consequently, it seems likely that the abrupt halt to her publishing career was connected to the four-year training course that she began in June 1836 at a girls’ academy in Douglas, where her new supervisor, Mrs. Margaret George, may well have had reservations about her trainee’s highly conspicuous, if technically anonymous, role of “Anne of Atholl Street.” Regardless, there is no record of Margaret’s ever again attempting to publish after the summer of 1836.

While, in ensuing years, the girl’s long-term prospects would become an increasingly common subject of concern in the correspondence of the Hutchinsons and Wordsworths, these letters betray no awareness of Margaret’s literary proclivities, let alone her recent stint as the Isle of Man’s answer to L. E. L. From all indications, the young writer seems never to have approached her Uncle William either for advice on her poems or introductions in the literary world. Despite the frequency with which her lyrics invoke contemporary authors and the beauties of Cumbria—a region that by the 1830s was fast becoming known as “Wordsworthshire”—her poems are devoid of allusions to her famous relation (a pattern that extends to the spiritual diary she kept from 1840 to 1845). Yet this does not necessarily indicate a fraught or strained relationship. As seen above, Wordsworth would in 1846 characterize his niece as something of a religious fanatic but, at heart, “a young woman of good abilities & well educated.” And the want of references to him in Margaret’s two surviving notebooks seems far less egregious when one considers that, excepting her guardian Aunt Joanna, none of her other relatives, immediate or extended, receives more than passing notice therein.

Margaret’s apparent disinclination to capitalize on her kinship with the renowned Poet of the Lakes is therefore perhaps best taken as yet another manifestation of the independent spirit she displayed throughout her short but eventful life. In her mid-twenties, this impulse toward self-determination would lead her to forsake her family, country, and childhood religion in a quest for spiritual rebirth in the American Zion; and a decade earlier it became manifest in her move to the Isle of Man, her short but successful literary career, and a body of works that alternately conform with and spurn prevailing models for the demurring, self-deprecating, and tenderhearted poetess. The six poems transcribed below represent the more oppositional strand of Margaret’s verse, showing her confidently inserting herself into some of the era’s most heated political debates and writing lyrical rejoinders to poets decades her senior. Three of these selections (“To J. C.,” “The Ocean,” and “Yes,—the Isles Are Awake”) were published in the Manx Sun over the course of 1835, and the other three (“On Reading a Song in the Cumberland Pacquet,” “In Imitation of Moore’s ‘Minstrel Boy,’” and “Address to Mona”) have never before appeared in print.

Despite being all of thirteen when she wrote the earliest of these pieces, “On Reading a Song in the Cumberland Pacquet,” Margaret positions herself therein as the advocate of underappreciated women everywhere in chiding the anonymous author of a “Song” recently printed in her local newspaper for effectively effacing his birth mother by self-identifying as a “child of the Sea” who in middle age still yearned for the ocean’s “female breast.” The other Penrith-era selection featured here, “To J. C.,” admonishes no less an authority than L. E. L. for having assured her readers of the immutability of true love in her 1824 poem “Constancy.” Evincing a world-weariness befitting a writer several times her age, Margaret retorts that it is, in fact, entirely natural for the “wild throbbings” of passion to be “conquer’d” and “shorn of [their] force” with time, and she forthrightly counsels that an inattentive lover is a surefire sign that “[t]he spell is now broken—and thou art forgot.” Two years later, she returned to the poetic rebuttal genre in “The Ocean,” a sixty-line experiment in Dark Romanticism that responds to the poem “The Ocean of Eternity,” by the Manx writer “R. E. C.” This earlier work had presented the ocean as a comforting symbol of eternity, since it both predated humans and is destined to outlast our species. Margaret countered with an eerily prescient vision of a planet desiccated by global warming, fusing traditional Christian eschatology with a gothic apocalypticism redolent of Byron’s “Darkness” to imagine a coming time when “[t]he blazing sun, the crackling sky, / Have lick’d [the ocean’s] boiling waters dry.”

Equally extraordinary are the three remaining poems included here, in which, without apologizing for either her age or her sex, the young writer agitates for religious freedom, political reform, and home rule in Ireland and the Isle of Man. Nothing of the known facts concerning Margaret’s early home life or education would seem predictive of these radical works from her teens, since her parents appear to have been largely apolitical and her paternal aunts and uncles (including her guardian Aunt Joanna) were by the 1830s staunch church-and-king Tories. Consequently, the progressive views that she first articulated in the autumn of 1833 may reflect the influence of the revivalist Methodist community she joined shortly after moving to the Isle of Man. Years later she would credit this congregation’s preacher with sparking her spiritual awakening, claiming that from his sermons she “obtained clearer views of experimental religion, and of a present Salvation” (Journal 62–63). And given the inherently nonconformist and frequently reformist bent of early-nineteenth-century Methodism, it is entirely possible that this minister and his congregants also played a crucial role in her political awakening.

One of the more curious aspects of Margaret’s early radicalism is that, despite her apparent lack of personal or familial connections to Ireland, the so-called Irish Question takes center stage in her first two overtly political poems.Footnote 7 The earlier of these is a lyric composed on 30 October 1833 in imitation of “The Minstrel-Boy,” a popular song from the 1813 edition of Thomas Moore’s Irish Melodies that mourns a brave Hibernian lad who died fighting for his nation’s freedom. Updating this poem for the Age of Reform, Margaret turns Moore’s valiant minstrel into a “saintly” Irish priest who, having previously enlisted heaven’s help in the passage of the Catholic Emancipation Act of 1829, now pleads for additional aid to ensure his “[s]weet land of Faith & Purity” shall “[n]ever again…be / Shackled by galling slavery.”

In February 1835 the young poet again took up the causes of political reform and Irish freedom in her blistering rejoinder to “The Isles Are Awake,” a triumphant Tory anthem lauding William IV’s replacement of the liberal ministry of Lord Melbourne with a conservative government headed by Robert Peel. That Margaret first encountered this poem in the Manx Sun, a paper that tended to support conservative causes, was hardly surprising. Far more remarkable, though, was the Sun’s willingness not only to print her fiery rebuttal but also, despite the era’s general aversion to politicking women, to do so under her nom de plume, “Anne of Atholl Street.” Margaret’s bluntly titled retort, “Yes,—the Isles Are Awake,” evinces a fury reminiscent of the invectives Byron and Shelley had penned a generation earlier against William IV’s father and brother (“Lines”). Her rejoinder skewers her conservative counterpart’s risible, and counterintuitive, notion that the masses of England, “Scotia,” and “Erin” would “burst out into song” in praise of a king who so blatantly disregarded their demands for reform (Story). Ireland, however, emerges as her particular focus in stanzas that counter the Tory polemicist’s fantasies of a united nation abounding in peace and plenty with vivid images of a starving, disenfranchised, and brutalized Irish populace pushed to the brink of revolution.

Two years later, in the final overtly political poem in her notebook, an “Address to Mona” composed in early 1837, Margaret resumed her anticolonialist campaign. Expanding on a trope from “Yes,—the Isles Are Awake,” she again wrote of Anglo-Saxons sucking the lifeblood from their Celtic neighbors. This time, however, as signaled by her title (“Mona” is the Roman name for the Isle of Man), her focus was squarely on Britain’s relationship with her adopted island. Specifically, her “Address to Mona” channels the surge in anti-British sentiment on the historically independent Isle of Man since 1829, when the Crown had assumed administrative control over the island and raised the prospect of bringing its traditionally low customs duties in line with those of the rest of the United Kingdom (Belchem 18–32). Revealing just how fully she had come to identify with the Manx in less than four years among them, Margaret adopts the tones of the Old Testament prophetess in imploring her neighbors to rouse from their “deadly” slumber lest they awake to find their culture and economy are in ruins and their cherished “Independence is gone.”

Six Poems by Margaret Hutchinson, Wordsworth’s Radical NieceFootnote 1

On Reading a Song in the Cumberland Pacquet Footnote 2

Thou say’st, “thou wast born on the open Sea”

“That the wild waves, were a Mother to thee.”

Ah think! think again, did the wild breast

Sooth thy first Cries into sweet balmy rest?

Say, hadst thou been laid on the gentlest wave,

How had it nurtur’d thee? E’en with a grave!

Then belie not nature—a female breast

Form’d thy first pillow—thy safe downy nest.

Had thy fond mother consigned her child

To the white foamy waves of Ocean wild,

Shorn of his “fifty gay summers,” I ween

Of his joyous glee, the “Rover” had been.

Then call not thyself “a child of the Sea.”

E’en tho’ her blue waves are a home to thee.

May 10th 1833

To J. C.Footnote 3

———

“Can the heart change,

When it has made unto itself a home?” —L. E. L.

YES

As by art and labour we oftentimes turn

A beautiful river from her native bourne,

And through paths unknown her soft meanderings guide,

Till she joyfully reaches her destined tide:

Thus the heart may be turn’d by discretion’s hand,

Thus Nature will follow Religion’s command,

And the blood that was wont rebellious to rise

To the colourless cheek,—to light up the eyes,

May be checked—be commanded back to its source,

Its wild throbbings conquer’d—shorn of its force.

The full truth of this power was owned by me

Last evening, when chance brought me nigh unto thee;

On earth I had hoped we might ne’er meet again,

Thy presence brought unto me pain—only pain;

I’d loved thee with friendship pure—sacred—and true,

For thy happiness prayed, as sister might do;

Thou know’st what I found thee—but that matters not,

The spell is now broken—and thou art forgot.

Then said I not rightly—the heart may forget

The idol on which it was once weakly set?

The warm blood through a smoother channel may guide,

Till it also reaches its destined tide—

Its bourne of peace, where nor suffering nor sorrow

A pulse shall disturb with fears for tomorrow.

Atholl-street, Jan. 21, 1835. Anne B.

In Imitation of Moore’s “Minstrel Boy”Footnote 4

The Catholic Priest to the war is gone

In the foremost ranks behold him,

His holy Missal is girded on—

And his Church’s robes enfold him.

“Suffering land” said the saintly youth.

“Though our Saxon foes oppress thee,

One faithfull tongue shall proclaim thy truth

And his Lord will yet redress Thee.”—

The warrior prayed, & his Angel sped

From heaven on crack’ling thunder

Vengeance is hurled at the foeman’s head,

And Erin’s bonds burst asunder.—

And Mercy soft smiling, said, “be free—

Sweet land of Faith & Purity

Never again shall thy green limbs be

Shackled by galling slavery.”

October 30th 1833

Lines, on Reading “The Isles Are Awake,” by Lord Francis Egerton in the Sun, of Last Week. Yes,—the Isles Are AwakeFootnote 5

“Hark”! heard you that cry, that cry shrilly astounding?

From Erin’s green shore it is wildly resounding;

The widow’s deep curse on the winter wind rushes,

As the blood of her son on her hearth-stone gushes,

And the wail of the orphan’d ones join with the cry,

And the Isles have awoke,—and ah! deeply they sigh.

Shall the altar polluted with gore ever stand?Footnote 6

Shall intolerance with blood ever fatten the land?

Shall religion forever blush deeply with shame?

And shall lucre and pride still usurp her fair name?

O! no—Erin, no—the Isles have heard thy sad cry,

And they bravely determine to redress thee or die.

Long Albion’s white cliffs echo’d to her deep groaning,

And long Albion’s daughters have wept at her moaning,

They have wept at the havoc by Godless priests wrought,

And have wept o’er the ruin on helpless babes brought;

For the blus’tring winds ring with Rathcormac’s dire tale,Footnote 7

And the Isles are awoke by the widow’s wild wail.

And Scotia with Albion will join hand in hand

To rid of those vampires their sister’s fair land,—

Those vampires that long on her sufferings have gloated,

And with her pure heart’s blood their foul bodies bloated,

And green Erin the lovely no longer shall sigh,

For the Isles have awoke at her deep piercing cry.

And stern justice, sedately, shall stand by the side

Of our Sovereign beloved,Footnote 8 all his councils to guide,

And if tory or whig we hereafter should name,

The cheeks of true Britons will tingle with shame;

But let that be forgot,—freedom’s banner floats high,

And the Isles are awake,—and Reform is the cry!

Atholl-street, Feb. 9, 1835. Anne.

The Ocean. To R. E. C., on Reading His Address to That Element in the “Sun” a Few Weeks AgoFootnote 9

Boisterous, tyrannic, awful sea!

The time will come when thou shalt be

Like baby hush’d to rest.

E’er Time began thou sluggish slept,

No ripple o’er thy dark cheek crept,

Thy bourne was Chaos’ breast.

For Chaos ruled, & thou o’erspread

Our globe with chillness drear and dread,—

Fair light was yet unknown,

But brooding on the bosom lay

God’s Holy Spirit and young day—

Smiled lovely—bright—yet lone.

But soon Omnipotence was heard,

And sun and moon and stars appeared,

And thou, rejoicing, smil’d,

Proud of the dancing beams that stray’d

From the bright orb, and sweetly play’d

O’er thee, his sparkling bride.

And thou wast gather’d, and a band

Cast o’er thee by th’ Eternal’s hand,

“Thus far thy bounds may go”—Footnote 10

And thy proud waves obedient bow’d

Obsequious to the Almighty Lord,

Thou bow’d all meek and low.

And thou from thy own self had been

Divorced, and sadly, oft, I ween,

Would deeply, deeply sigh

To see to bright ethereal sky,

To beauteous firmament on high,

Thy purest water fly.

But the fair earth, of late so pure,

A stain has got no balm can cure,

And thou art now set free,

Thy bands are broke, and thou must now

Thy Sovereign’s lovely work undo,

Fair earth sinks under thee.

And yet again in bands thou’rt bound

And time begins a longer round,—

E’en to eternity;

And when once more his days are run,

And he owns feebly, he is done

Where, Ocean, wilt thou be?

“Thy coral caves may buried be,”

For we to brighter worlds will flee,

But thou the trump must hear;

“Yield, yield thy dead,” all mortal flesh

Is now resum’d, bright, fair, and fresh

All to their Judge draw near.

And thou and time alike are dead,

Thou to thy native bourne art sped,

And death no more shall be;

Alike in dread your course have run

Alike your dreadful course is done,

We’ve now Eternity.

The blazing sun, the crackling sky,

Have lick’d thy boiling waters dry—

Thou hadst nowhere to flee;

And a new heaven and earth appears,

Unstain’d by sorrow, sin, or tears,

“And there no more is sea.”Footnote 11

George-street, Nov. 2 [1835]. Anne.

Address to MonaFootnote 12

Rouse!—rouse thee, fair Mona—thou sleepeth too long,

Thy slumber’s a deadly one—thou art among

Dark serpents—that gladly would suck from thy heart

Thy life’s purest blood—then throw thee apart

Like a forgotten thing—a thing useless & vile

A thing form’d but for folly, an hour to beguile.

O! rouse thee sweet Mona—E’er yet tis too late,

E’er thy children may curse while they mourn their sad fate.

Patriarchal simplicity from thee has flown,

O! rouse thee, or life itself will be gone.

No longer thy own lovely mountains can give

No longer from them, thy children receive

The comforts that nature, perverted requires

With the times they have travell’d they’ve basked in his fires.

For clothing no more to their flocks do they fly,

To their meadows no more they cast a fond eye—

Independence is gone—but thy joys may remain

For beauteous thou sits as a Queen on the Main

And sweet lovely Mona! O! sweet is the smile

That strangers can lure to thy sea-begirt-Isle.

But rouse thee—O! rouse thee or soon will be torn

From thy cheek its bright smile & thou left forlorn

As a widow may sit—in thy weeds sadly weeping,

Thy vigil, with ravens—& owls—darkly keeping

Then rouse thee—O! rouse thee e’er yet ’tis too late

E’er thy children may curse while they mourn their hard fate.

Footnotes

1 Given the preponderance of Hutchinsons in this narrative, Margaret is typically identified by her first name throughout. The only previous publication to touch on her life is a two-part article on “the (Wordsworth) Hutchinsons” that the local historian R. C. B. Oliver published in 1979 and 1980. Most of the specifics provided here concerning Margaret’s westward journey come from the unpublished journal of Elijah Funk Sheets.

2 George Hutchinson’s financial woes during this period are chronicled in numerous unpublished letters in the Hutchinson family papers at the Wordsworth Trust (see especially WLMS H/1/14/40–46).

3 The 1851 census gives Margaret Roberts Hutchinson’s birthplace as Abbeycwnhir, Radnorshire. That she was illiterate at the time of her marriage is suggested by her signing the register with an X rather than her name.

4 These aunts’ earliest interventions may have coincided with the first mention of Margaret in a surviving family letter, which appears in a note from November 1828 in which Joanna Hutchinson informed another of her nieces that she was “very glad to hear you like your Uncle George[’]s little Margaret, & that she is a good little Girl.”

5 For Margaret’s earliest reveries on Cumbria, see her 1833 notebook poems “By the Silvery Eamont a Cottage stands,” “To the River Eamont,” and “The Thunder Storm.” Her subsequent lyrics “To Miss Rimington” and “To Miss Todd” suggest that while in Penrith she was taught by Jane Rimington (1805–73), the eldest daughter of a prominent Quaker banker, and lodged with Miss Ann Todd (1777–1838) of Eamont Cottage.

6 See the comparisons of the largely apolitical “poetesses” of the 1830s and the women poets of preceding and ensuing generations in Mellor 63–66; Ledbetter 1–2, 77–81, 179; Behrendt’s introduction and first chapter; and Lootens’s introduction.

7 Margaret had no known Irish ancestry, being almost entirely of English extraction on her father’s side and Anglo-Welsh on her mother’s. And none of the close friends and associates mentioned in her notebooks had traditionally Irish surnames.

1 The three previously unpublished poems printed below (“On Reading a Song in the Cumberland Pacquet,” “In Imitation of Moore’s ‘Minstrel Boy,’” and “Address to Mona”) are transcribed from Margaret’s verse notebook (courtesy of the LDS Church History Library), with slight changes to the punctuation and spelling to facilitate readability. The other three poems are transcribed from the versions published in the Manx Sun in 1835, with only minor changes to improve readability and to correct obvious printer’s errors.

2 The fifth poem in Margaret’s verse notebook, this selection responds to a “song” beginning “The Sea! the open Sea!” that was reprinted without attribution in the Cumberland Pacquet for 7 May 1833. Elsewhere titled “The Sea,” this lyric first appeared in the Friendship’s Offering for 1831 as a submission from “James Bethel” before being claimed shortly thereafter by Barry Cornwall (the literary alter ego of Bryan Waller Procter). The opening lines of Margaret’s rejoinder paraphrase lines 23–24 of Cornwall’s poem, and her penultimate couplet alludes to his claim to “have liv’d, since [infancy], in calm and strife, / Full fifty summers a rover’s life” (lines 31–32).

3 Composed on 20 June 1833 in Penrith, revised on 21 January 1835 on the Isle of Man, and published two days later in the Manx Sun. The titular dedication “To J. C.” does not appear in Margaret’s notebook draft, which instead opens with the epigraph from Letitia Elizabeth Landon’s 1824 poem “Constancy” followed by the exclamatory title “Yes! — — —.” Her notebooks provide no obvious clues about the identity of “J. C.”

4 Thomas Moore’s “The Minstrel-Boy” had become widely known since first appearing in the 1813 installment of his and John Stevenson’s Irish Melodies. Margaret retains the rhyme scheme and sixteen-line structure of the original and repurposes several of its phrases. The parallels are most conspicuous at the outset, as Moore’s version begins, “The Minstrel-Boy to the war is gone, / In the ranks of death you’ll find him; / His father’s sword he has girded on, / And his wild harp slung behind him.”

5 Composed on 9 February 1835 and published in the Manx Sun eleven days later. As its title explains, this poem responds to “The Isles Are Awake,” a conservative anthem widely attributed to the Tory politician Lord Francis Egerton (including in the Manx Sun, which copied it from the Liverpool Courier) but in fact written by the Yorkshire schoolmaster Robert Story. The song was first printed under Story’s initials in the London Evening Standard for 11 December 1834, but it became associated with Lord Egerton after he recited it at a Conservative Society dinner later that month.

6 A direct reply to the concluding stanza of “The Isles Are Awake,” which praises William IV for having “spoke like his Father—‘The Altar shall stand,’ / Which England re-echoes from mountain to strand[.]”

7 A reference to the massacre that occurred in Rathcormac, County Cork, on 18 December 1834 (seven weeks before the composition of this poem), which saw British soldiers kill at least a dozen Catholic farmers who violently opposed statutes requiring them to pay tithes to the Church of Ireland.

8 In her notebook draft Margaret appended this line to read “Of Old Willy despised,” but, presumably deeming it too seditious, she or her editor reverted to her original wording in the printed version.

9 Composed on 2 November 1835 and published in the Manx Sun eleven days later. This poem was inspired by “The Ocean of Eternity,” a devotional lyric published in the Manx Sun on 25 September 1835 under the signature “R. E. C.” of Onchan. These initials suggest this earlier poem may have been submitted by Reverend Edward Craine, the longtime vicar of Onchan (a parish north of Douglas), or his twenty-two-year-old son, Robert Edward Craine.

10 A loose quotation of the creation scene in book 7 of Paradise Lost, wherein Milton’s God decrees, “Thus far extend, thus far thy bounds / This be thy just circumference, O World!” (lines 230–31).

11 Alluding to Revelations 21.1, in which John of Patmos records, “And I saw a new heaven and a new earth: for the first heaven and the first earth were passed away; and there was no more sea.”

12 Undated but likely composed in early 1837, since it appears between notebook poems dated 3 January and 11 April of that year. Margaret seems to have modeled this poem in part on “Address to Caledonia” by the Glaswegian poet John Struthers (see especially his sixteenth stanza, which reads, “O rouse thee, Caledonia, rouse! / Thy Sister’s red rose waxes pale, / And, rude, unfeeling Folly strews / Its leaves upon the passing gale” [172]). Struthers initially published this poem as “Stanzas Written for a Party of Friends, Jan. 30th, 1809” but retitled it “Address to Caledonia” from 1821 onward.

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