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The Poetical Works of Mrs. Leprohon (Mrs.

R.E. Mullins).

by Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon.

INTRODUCTION.

When, in after ages, the literature of Canada comes to be written, it is to be hoped that among the mighty sons and daughters of genius now unknown, or as yet unborn, some room will be kept for the brave and loving pioneers who "gave the people of their best,"

and sang the songs of duty and patriotism and hope, ere life in our young land had ceased to be a struggle. With the growth of wealth and the spread of prosperity, will come leisure for more than material interests; and thus, in course of time, the author who has something to say will find an audience, prepared by culture and not too busy to listen to it. And, as supply is generally commensurate with demand, there will then be a literary cla.s.s of corresponding merit. At least, something like this has been the rule in the progress of nations. But if those who come after, thus favored by circ.u.mstances, surpa.s.s their predecessors in literary skill or power, not less deserving are the latter who, with little prospect of reward, bore the burden and the heat of the day. This early stage in a nation's literature has, indeed, an interest and a value of its own, which only meet with due appreciation from a judicious and grateful posterity. If it has not the rich, warm splendor of the later morning, it has the welcome promise of the dawn, and a tender beauty of its own.

In this band of pioneers Mrs. Leprohon must be conceded a distinguished place. None of them has employed rare gifts of head and heart to better purpose; none of them had a wider range of sympathy; none of them did more willing service, with the purest motives, in all good causes. And, it may be added, none of them was more happy in attaining, during life, the admiration and friendship of a large though select circle of every creed and race among her compatriots. It is in order to place in the hands of those who thus loved and honored her a memorial of what she was at her best, intellectually and morally, that this little volume has been prepared. It contains the emotional record of a blameless and beautiful life, the outcome of a mind that thought no evil of any one, but overflowed with loving kindness to all. Before pointing out, however, what we consider the salient qualities in Mrs.

Leprohon's poetry, it may be well to give our readers a brief sketch of her too short career.

Rosanna Eleanor Mullins was born in the city of Montreal in the year 1832. It is almost unnecessary to state that she was educated at the Convent of the Congregation of Notre Dame, so numerous are her affectionate tributes to the memories of dear friends a.s.sociated with that inst.i.tution. Long before her education was completed, she had given evidence of no common literary ability.

She was, indeed, only fourteen years old when she made her earliest essays in verse and prose. Before she had bid adieu to the years and scenes of girlhood, she had already won a reputation as a writer of considerable promise, and as long as Mr. John Lovell conducted the _Literary Garland_, Miss Mullins was one of his leading contributors. She continued to write for that excellent magazine until lack of financial success compelled its enterprising proprietor to suspend its publication. It was some time before another such opportunity was given to the Canadian votaries of the muses of reaching the cultivated public. In the meanwhile, however, the subject of our sketch--who had, in 1851, become the wife of Dr. J. L. Leprohon, a member of one of the most distinguished Canadian families--was far from being idle. Some of her productions she sent to the Boston _Pilot_, the faithful representative in the United States of the land and the creed to which Mrs. Leprohon was proud to belong. She was also a frequent and welcome contributor to several of the Montreal journals. It is a pleasing evidence of her gentle thoughtfulness for a cla.s.s which many persons in her position regard with indifference that she wrote, year after year, the "News-boy's Address" for the _True Witness_, the _Daily News_ and other newspapers. One of her most pathetic poems, "The Death of the Pauper Child" may also be mentioned as a striking instance of that sweet charity which comprehended in its sisterly range the poor, the desolate and the suffering. The _Journal of Education_, edited by the Hon. P. J. O.

Chauveau, himself an honor to Canadian Literature; the _Canadian Ill.u.s.trated News_, edited by Mr. John Lesperance, distinguished both as a poet and a novelist; the _Sat.u.r.day Reader_, the _Hearthstone_, and other periodicals, both in Canada and elsewhere, were always glad to number Mrs. Leprohon's productions among their most attractive features. She had always a ready pen, the result of a full heart and far-reaching sympathies, and, therefore, was frequently asked to write on subjects of current interest. Among her "occasional" poems; several of which are in this volume, may be mentioned the touching stanzas on the "Monument to the Irish Emigrants," those on the "Old Towers" at the "Priest's Farm," those on the renewal of her vows by the Lady Abbess of the Congregation of Notre Dame, the poem on the "Recollect Church," and the address "To the Soldiers of Pius The Ninth." One of her most important efforts of this kind was her translation of the Cantata composed by M. Sempe on the occasion of the visit of the Prince of Wales to Canada in 1860.

We have attempted such a cla.s.sification of the poems as we thought would best show the range of Mrs. Leprohon's powers. Under every one of the headings which we have adopted the reader will find something to profit and delight. The lover of nature will find himself carried in fancy to the fairest or grandest of Canadian scenes; he who loves to indulge in reveries of the past can with her stand with Jacques Cartier on Mount Royal three centuries ago and survey the mighty expanse of forest, destined one day to be the home of a thriving people; those whose pleasure it is to read of heroic deeds will hear her sing of enn.o.bling courage and fort.i.tude that blenched not at death. But by many, we think, Mrs.

Leprohon will be most cherished as she tells in sweet and simple rhyme of the tenderness of a mother's love, of a wife's devotion, a husband's loyal trust, of the pious offices of the domestic altar, of the parting by the death-bed that is not without hope, of the loved and lost that yet are "not lost but only gone before." To ill.u.s.trate these varied characteristics by quotation would demand far more, than our allotted s.p.a.ce. We can, therefore, only refer the reader to the book itself, confident that in its pages he will find all that we have indicated and much more.

Just a word as to Mrs. Leprohon's prose writings. Though in this sketch we have dwelt upon her work as a poet, it is as a writer of fiction that she has won her most marked popular successes, that she has reached the hearts of the two great communities of which this province is composed. For no less than four of her most elaborate tales have been translated into French; these are, _Ida Beresford_, the _Manor House of Villerati, Antoinette de Mirecourt,_ and _Armand Durand_. Besides these, she has written _Florence FitzHarding, Eva Huntingdon, Clarence FitzClarence_ and _Eveleen O'Donnell_. In the _Manor House of Villerai_ she has described with a skilful pen the manners and customs of the forefathers of the French Canadian people, such as they were at the period of the great contest which changed the destinies of Canada. In _Armand Durand_ we have a courageous struggle with adverse fortune, which is at last crowned with success. The sad consequences of secret marriage, unblessed by parental consent, are unfolded in _Antoinette de Mirecourt,_ one of the finest of Mrs. Leprohon's novels, and of which the French translation has lately been honored by a new edition. Of her merits as a novelist one of the ablest of French Canadian critics writes thus: "Gifted with a deep knowledge of the human heart, she finds in domestic life the subject of attractive pictures, full of delicacy and good taste, which she dramatizes with remarkable power. Her charm lies, not in any complication of intrigue or in problems hard to solve, but in a skilful working out of details, in incidents which fix the reader's attention, in the conception of her characters, in the painting of personal traits, in purity of thought, in sweetness of sentiment, in beauty of style, in the harmony of the parts, and in the most scrupulous regard for morality." This is high praise, and it comes from high authority. We will simply add that, with a few necessary changes, it may also be applied to Mrs.

Leprohon's poems.

From this imperfect sketch of Mrs. Leprohon's literary life it will be seen that she was no sluggard. But we would leave a wrong impression if we gave it to be understood that all her time was pa.s.sed in the writing of either poems or tales. Far from it. They const.i.tuted but one phase in a life n.o.bly, yet unostentatiously, consecrated to the duties of home, of society, of charity and of religion. Mrs. Leprohon was much more than either a poet or a novelist--she was, also, in the highest sense, a woman, a lady.

Had she never written a verse of poetry or a page of prose, she would still have been lovingly remembered for what she was as wife, as mother, as friend. It is, in a great part, because they are a.s.sociated with her in these more endearing aspects, that they are the true mental and moral offspring of her very self, that those who knew her will find in them so much to prize. Alas! these and loving memories, that can scarce be separated from them, are now all that is left of her. On the 20th of September, 1879, after a tedious illness, endured with Christian resignation, she pa.s.sed away. She did not live to receive the reward that was her due on earth, but that which is above is hers, and her works live after her, and a memory that will not perish.

In conclusion, we will just allow ourselves to point out that, in connection with her comparatively early death, there is a touching interest attached to some of her poems, such, especially, as "The Parting Soul to her Guardian Angel" and "The Voices of the Death Chamber." In the former she says:

"Thy soft-breathed hopes with magic might Have chased from my soul the shades of night.

Console the dear ones I part from now, Who hang o'er my couch with pallid brow; Tell them, we'll meet in yon shining sky, And, Angel Guardian, I now can die."

And in the latter, which has all the vividness of an actual death-scene, as the husband and children from whom she must part are kneeling by the bed-side, the sufferer says:

"Oh! if earthly love could conquer The mighty power of death, _His_ love would stay the current Of my failing strength and breath; And that voice whose loving fondness Has been my earthly stay Could half tempt me from the voices That are calling me away."

But at last they come nearer and sound louder, till they "drown all sounds of mortal birth," and "in their wild triumphal sweetness," lure her away from earth to Heaven.

SACRED POEMS

ABRAHAM'S SACRIFICE.

The noontide sun streamed brightly down Moriah's mountain crest, The golden blaze of his vivid rays Tinged sacred Jordan's breast; While towering palms and flowerets sweet, Drooped low 'neath Syria's burning heat.

In the sunny glare of the sultry air Toiled up the mountain side The Patriarch sage in stately age, And a youth in health's gay pride, Bearing in eyes and in features fair The stamp of his mother's beauty rare.

She had not known when one rosy dawn, Ere they started on their way, She had smoothed with care his cl.u.s.tering hair, And knelt with him to pray, That his father's hand and will alike Were nerved at his young heart to strike.

The Heavenly Power that with such dower Of love fills a mother's heart, Ardent and pure, that can all endure, Of her life itself a part, Knew too well that love beyond all price To ask of _her_ such a sacrifice.

Though the n.o.ble boy with laughing joy Had borne up the mountain road The altar wood, which in mournful mood His sire had helped to load, Type of Him who dragged up Calvary, The cross on which he was doomed to die.

The hot breath of noon began, full soon, On his youthful frame to tell; On the ivory brow, flushed, wearied now, It laid its burning spell; And listless--languid--he journeyed on, The smiles from _his_ lips and bright eyes gone.

Once did he say, on their toilsome way, "Father, no victim is near,"

But with heavy sigh and tear-dimmed eye, In accents sad though clear, Abraham answered: "The Lord, our guide, A fitting sacrifice will provide."

The altar made and the fuel laid, Lo! the victim stretched thereon Is Abraham's son, his only one, Who at morning's blushing dawn Had started with smiles that care defied To travel on at his father's side.

With grief-struck brow the Patriarch now Bares the sharp and glittering knife; On that mournful pyre, oh hapless sire!

Must he take his darling's life?

Will fails not, though his eyes are dim, G.o.d gave his boy--he belongs to him.

With anguish riven, he casts towards Heaven One look, imploring, wild, That doth mutely pray for strength to slay His own, his only child; When forth on the air swells a glad command, And an angel stays his trembling hand.

The offering done, the sire and son Come down Moriah's steep, Joy gleaming now on Abraham's brow, In his heart thanksgiving deep; While with love from His lofty and glorious Throne Heaven's King hath smiled on sire and son.

THE STABLE OF BETHLEHEM.

'Twas not a palace proud and fair He chose for His first home; No dazz'ling pile of grandeur rare, With pillar'd hall and dome; Oh no! a stable, rude and poor, Received Him at His birth; And thus was born, unknown, obscure, The Lord of Heaven and Earth.

No band of anxious menials there, To tend the new-born child, Joseph alone and Mary fair Upon the infant smiled; No broidered linens fine had they Those little limbs to fold, No baby garments rich and gay, No tissues wrought with gold.

Come to your Saviour's lowly bed, Ye vain and proud of heart!

And learn with bowed and humbled head The lesson 'twill impart; 'Twill teach you not to prize too high The riches vain of earth-- But to lay up in G.o.d's bright sky Treasures of truer worth.

And you, poor stricken sons of grief, Sad outcasts of this life, Come, too, and seek a sure relief For your heart's bitter strife; Enter that village stable door, And view that lowly cot-- Will it not teach you to endure, And even bless your lot?

VIRGIN OF BETHLEHEM.

Virgin of Bethlehem! spouse of the Holy One!

Star of the pilgrim on life's stormy sea!

Humbler thy lot was than this world's most lowly one, List to the prayers that we offer to thee!

Not for the joys that this false earth bestoweth, Empty and fleeting as April sunshine, But for the grace that from holiness floweth, Grace, purest Mother, that always was thine.

Charity ardent, and zeal that abounded, Thine was the will of thy Father above, Thus thy life's fervor so strangely confounded Cold hearts that mocked at religion's pure love.

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