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T would be difficult to treat the two poetic Cary sisters separately. Their work began, progressed through life and practically ended together. Few persons have written under the circumstances which at first appeared so disadvantageous. They had neither education nor literary friends, nor was their early lot cast in a region of literary culture-for they were reared in Cincinnati, Ohio, during the formative period of that Western country. But surely in the wild hills and valleys of their native West, they found

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Alice Cary was born in Mount Healthy, near Cincinnati, April 20, 1820, and her sister Phoebe at the same place four years later. The two sisters studied at home. together and, when eighteen years old, Alice began to write poems and sketches of rural life under the nom de plume of Patty Lee, which attracted considerable attention and displayed an ability which elicited encouragement from the editors of the periodicals to which she contributed. In the mean time, Phoebe Cary, following her sister's example, began to contribute, and, in 1850, the two sisters published their first volume of poems in Philadelphia. A volume of prose sketches entitled "Clover Nook, or Recollections of our Neighborhood in the West," by Alice Cary followed in 1851. In 1852, the Cary sisters removed to New York city where they chiefly resided during the remainder of their lives, returning occasionally to their early farm home. For some years they held weekly receptions in New York, which were attended by leading artistic and literary people. They earned by their penspure and womanly pens-sufficient to provide a competence for all their wants. They gathered a library, rich in standard works, to gratify their refined tastes and did much to relieve the needy with their charity. In 1853, Alice Cary issued a second series of her "Clover Nook Papers" and a third gleaning from the same field appeared in 1855, entitled "Clover Nook Children," for the benefit of her more youthful readers. During the prolific years, from 1852 to 1855, she also published 'Lyra and other Poems," followed by "Hagar, a Story of To-day," "Married, Not Mated," and "Hollywood," a collection of poems. In 1854, Phoebe Cary, also, published "Poems and Parodies." In 1859 appeared her "Pictures of Country Life," a series of tales, and "The Bishop's Son," a novel. In 1867, appeared her

"Snowberries," a book for young folks. In 1866, Alice also published a volume entitled "Ballads, Lyrics and Hymns," which is a standard selection of her poetry and contains some of the sweetest minor poems in the language. Alice's "The Lover's Diary" appeared in 1868. It begins with the poem "Dreamland” and ranges with a series of exquisite lyrics of love through all the phases of courtship to married life. This was the last of her works published during her lifetime. During the same year (1868), Phoebe published the "Poems of Faith, Hope and Love," a worthy companion volume to her sister's works, and in 1869 she aided her pastor, Chas. F. Deems, in editing "Hymns for All Christians."

In comparing the two sisters, it is noticeable that the poems of Alice are more thoughtful and more melodiously expressed. They are also marked with a stronger originality and a more vivid imagination. In disposition, Alice was pensive and tender, while Phoebe was witty and gay. Alice was strong in energy and patience. and bore the chief responsibility of their household, allowing her sister, who was less passive and feminine in temperament, to consult her moods in writing. The disparity in the actual intellectual productions of the two sisters in the same number of years is the result, not so much of the mental equality as of the superior energy, industry, and patience of the elder.

The considerate love and delicacy with which Alice and Phoebe Cary treated each other plainly indicated that they were one in spirit through life, and in death they were not long separated. Alice died at her home in New York City, February 12, 1871, in her fifty-first year. Phoebe, in sorrow over this bereavement, wrote the touching verses entitled "Light," and in confidence said to a friend: “Alice, when she was here, always absorbed me, and she absorbs me still. I feel her constantly drawing me." And so it seemed in reality, for, on the thirty-first day of July, six months after Alice Cary was laid to rest in Greenwood Cemetery, New York, Phoebe died at Newport, Rhode Island, whence her remains were removed and laid by her sister's side.

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The two kindred sisters, so long associated on earth, were re-united. influence they have left behind them, embalmed in their hymns of praiseful worship, their songs of love and of noblest sentiment, and their stories of happy childhood and innocent manhood and womanhood, will long remain to bless the earth and constitute a continual incense to their memory.

Besides the published works named above, both Alice and Phoebe left at their death uncollected poems enough to give each name two added volumes. Alice also left the manuscript of a completed novel.

PICTURES OF MEMORY. (ALICE CARY.)

MONG the beautiful pictures

That hang on Memory's wall,
Is one of a dim old forest,

That seemeth best of all:
Not for its gnarled oaks olden,
Dark with the mistletoe;

Not for the violets golden.

That sprinkle the vale below;
Not for the milk-white lilies,

That lead from the fragrant hedge,
Coqueting all day with the sunbeams,
And stealing their golden edge;
Not for the vines on the upland

Where the bright red berries rest,
Nor the pinks, nor the pale, sweet cowslip,
It seemed to me the best.

I once had a little brother,

With eyes that were dark and deepIn the lap of that old dim forest He lieth in peace asleep :

ILDA is a lofty lady,

Very proud is she

I am but a simple herdsman
Dwelling by the sea.
Hilda hath a spacious palace,

Light as the down of the thistle,
Free as the winds that blow,
We roved there the beautiful summers,
The summers of long ago;

But his feet on the hills grew weary,
And, one of the autumn eves,
I made for my little brother
A bed of the yellow leaves.

Sweetly his pale arms folded

My neck in a meek embrace, As the light of immortal beauty Silently covered his face: And when the arrows of sunset

Lodged in the tree-tops bright, He fell, in his saint-like beauty, Asleep by the gates of light. Therefore, of all the pictures

That hang on Memory's wall, The one of the dim old forest Seemeth the best of all.

NOBILITY. (ALICE CARY.)

Broad, and white, and high; Twenty good dogs guard the portal— Never house had I.

Hilda hath a thousand meadows-
Boundless forest lands:

She hath men and maids for service-
I have but my hands.

The sweet summer's ripest roses
Hilda's cheeks outvie-

Queens have paled to see her beauty

But my beard have I.

THE GRAY SWAN.

Hilda from her palace windows
Looketh down on me,

Keeping with my dove-brown oxen
By the silver sea.

When her dulcet harp she playeth,
Wild birds singing nigh.

Cluster, listening, by her white hands-
But my reed have I.

I am but a simple herdsman,
With nor house nor lands;

She hath men and maids for service

I have but my hands.

And yet what are all her crimsons

To my sunset sky

With my free hands and my manhood Hilda's peer am I.

(ALICE CARY.)

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LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON.

O modern poet among American women stands higher in the estimation of her literary peers, or in the social scale than does the author of Bedtime Stories," "Some Women's Hearts," and "In the Garden of Dreams." Mrs. Moulton enjoys the triple distinction of being a writer of the most popular stories for children, of popular novels for grown people, and of some of the best poetry which any woman has contributed to our literature. In herself she presents the conscientious poet who writes for the purpose of instructing and benefiting, and, at the same time, one whose wares are marketable and popular. Not a few critics have placed her sonnets at the head of their kind in America. Her poetry has for its main characteristic a constant but not a rebellious sorrow expressed with such consistent ease and melody that the reader is led on with a most pleasurable sensation from stanza to stanza and arises from the reading of her verses with a mellower and softer sympathy for his fellow-beings.

Louise Chandler was born at Pomfret, Connecticut, April 5, 1835, and her education was received in that vicinity. Her first book entitled "This, That and Other Poems" appeared when she was nineteen years of age. It was a girlish miscellany and sold remarkably well. After its publication, she passed one year in Miss Willard's Seminary at Troy, New York, and it was during her first vacation from this school that she met and married the well-known Boston journalist, William Moulton. The next year was published "Juno Clifford," a novel, without her name attached. Her next publication, issued in 1859, was a collection of stories under the title of "My Third Book." Neither of these made a great success, and she published nothing more until 1873, when her now famous "Bedtime Stories for Children was issued and attracted much attention. She has written five volumes of bright tales for children. In 1874 appeared "Some Women's Hearts" and "Miss Eyre from Boston." After this Mrs. Moulton visited Europe, and out of the memories of her foreign travel, she issued in 1881 a book entitled Random Rambles," and six years later came "Ours and Our Neighbors," a book of essays on social subjects, and the same year she issued two volumes of poems. In 1889 she published simultaneously, in England and America, her most popular work, entitled "In the Garden of Dreams," which has passed through many editions with increased popularity. Mrs. Moulton has also edited three volumes of the poems of Philip Burke Marseton.

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Mrs. Moulton's residence has been in Boston since 1855, with the exception of

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