so long time the Governor, whose portrait is given herewith from the picture in the Senate Chamber at Boston. While Anne Bradstreet continued to study and write very copiously, and had no thought of abandoning her literary labors, yet she was aware that the men of her society looked with almost as great distrust upon her poetry as they did upon Mrs. Hutchinson's afternoon services, in rehearsing the previous Sunday's serNathaniel Ward was on record as calling women offensive epithets, and comparing women's brains to "squirrel's." It was regarded as a great surprise that a woman could compose or write poetry, and her neighbors severely, it is said, criticised her passion for poetry. In her Prologue she writes of these harping critics, mons. "I am obnoxious to each carping tongue Who says my hand a needle better fits, For such despite they cast on female wits; If what I do prove well, it won't advance, They 'l say its stolen, or else it was by chance." Three years after her death, Edward Phillips, the nephew of Milton the poet, has this brief notice of Anne Bradstreet in his Theatrum Poetarum, wherein he calls her a New England Poetess: "Anne Bradstreet, a New England Poetess, no less in title; viz., before her Poems, printed in Old England anno. 1650, then the Tenth Muse sprang up in America; the memory of which poems, consisting chiefly of Descriptions of the Four Elements, the Four Humours, the Four Ages, the Four Seasons, and the Four Monarchies, is not wholly extinct." Mrs. Bradstreet's grave is unknown, and no portrait of her is in existence. Her character is known to us by her works and all the graces of a most beautiful life; as a dear mother, a faith ful wife, and a devout Christian who believed in the efficacy of prayer, and who made her prayers and vows to the Lord, and when answered she gave praise to God, and if not answered, she ascribed to her Heavenly Father's love, whose wisdom knew what to give and what to withhold. Anne Bradstreet, when a little over thirty, had five children, absorbing much of her thought and time, three more being added during the first six years at Andover. When five had passed out into the world and homes of their own, she wrote, in 1656, a poem which is really a family biography; we here insert it in full. THE BIRD'S NEST. "I had eight birds hatcht in one nest, Four Cocks there were, and Hens the rest; I nurst them up with pain and care, Mounted the Trees, and learned to sing; Leave not thy nest, thy Dam and Sire, I have a third of colour white And where Aurora first appears, She now hath percht, to spend her years. To chat among that learned crew; If birds could weep, then would my tears Lest this my brood some harm should catch, Of perils you are ignorant; Oft times in grass, on trees, in flight, O, to your safety have an eye, Mean while my dayes in tunes I'll spend, In shady woods I'll sit and sing, My age I will not once lament, When each of you shall in your nest And nurst you up till you were strong, She shew'd you joy and misery; Taught what was good, and what was ill, What would save life, and what would kill? Thus gone, amongst you I may live, And dead, yet speak, and counsel give; I happy am, if well with you. A. B." The "Chief of the Brood," refers to her oldest, Samuel, and describes his life; and so she goes on making in succession a 1 family biography of them all, in a way that a proud mother and a fond parent would view the success of their progeny. Cotton Mather in his "Magnalia" says of Mrs. Bradstreet, "The cares of married life would not appear to have interrupted Mistress Bradstreet's acquisitions, for she was married at the age of sixteen, and her poetry was written in the early part of her life. As she had eight children, and addressed herself particularly to their education, her reading, well stuffed with the facts of ancient history, was no trifle for the memory." She must have been a good classical scholar, versed in all pagan and heathen mythology, as her poems very plainly indicate. Alluding to her life and labors, Professor C. E. Norton paints her picture in these words: "It is the image of a sweet, devout, serene and affectionate nature, of a woman faithfully discharging the multiplicity of duties which fell upon the mother of many children, in those days when little help from the outside could be had; when the mother must provide for all their wants with scanty means of supply, and must watch over their health with the consciousness that little help from without was to be had in case of even serious need." |