Alfred H. Miles, ed. Women Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By Critical and Biographical Essay by Alfred H. MilesKatharine Tynan Hinkson (18611931)
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She was a child slow to learn at school, but engrossed in learning after her own fashion. A few years at the Dominican Convent of St. Catharine of Sienna at Drogheda brought her little fruits of solid learning, although some fruits of the imagination. In fact, she would learn her own way or not at all.
Her own way was to gather honey from the most unlikely sources. She confesses to wayward childishness and admits that she could have been no more than eight years old when she carried her forbidden reading—very light literature of the penny paper order—to a safe place, stuffed up under the bodice of her small frock, till she went stiffly as in a corselet. Her place of refuge was in a loft over a stable, the criss-cross window of which looked into a sycamore tree. There doubtless she carried “Aurora Floyd,” of which her pious mother bereft her one day of Lent when she may have seen seven years.
She read, among other things, “The Mysteries of Paris,” by Eugene Sue, some lurid romances of G. W. Reynolds, a set of Maria Edgeworth, “The Poets of the Nation”—a queerly assorted lot indeed! Her father let her read everything, from “The Wide Wide World” to “Tristram Shandy,” from Faber’s “Tales of the Angels” to “The Near and the Heavenly Horizons” of Madame de Gasparin. She had Longfellow, a Burns of the most complete and unexpurgated, a Milton, a Moore, of course, and the first two volumes of the Corn-hill, where she revelled in Owen Meredith, and “The Great God Pan” of Mrs. Browning.
However nothing pointed to a literary career for her, till one day of her seventeenth year, feeling herself slighted, she constructed some verses, and got them printed in a Dublin paper. Very soon afterwards she got a sonnet into the Spectator. The Graphic published several of her little poems and paid her half-a-guinea for them. The first half-guinea cheque her father wished to have framed; but she cashed it and bought stuff for a frock, and very shoddy stuff it was, she says, as may well be believed. She was almost twenty before she made any literary friends. The first was Father Russell of The Irish Monthly, the brother of him who was afterwards Lord Russell of Killowen, Lord Chief Justice of England. Through him she made various literary friendships and acquaintanceships. Lady Russell’s sister, Miss Rosa Mulholland, now Lady Gilbert, was the object of her young girl’s worship. In 1884 she went to London for the first time, and made an abiding friendship when she met Mrs. Meynell. The following year Wilfred Meynell arranged for her the publication of her first volume of poems, “Louise de la Vallière” (1885). The book brought her new friends: William Rossetti, Christina Rossetti, Cardinal Newman, and Cardinal Manning; “Shamrock” (1887), followed. Coming back to Ireland, she found herself welcomed into a little literary circle, of which W. B. Yeats, “A. E.” Russell, and Douglas Hyde were members. They met at the houses of Dr. Sigerson, John and Ellen O’Leary (the old Fenian chief and his sister), and Johnson of Ballykilbeg. In 1889 she was in London with the Meynells. Chief among her events then she remembers that historic evening at Lord Russell’s house in Harley Street, when Gladstone, Lord Randolph Churchill and Mr. Parnell were met together—the rehabilitation of Mr. Parnell, after the suicide of Pigott, a rehabilitation accepted with a certain scornful tolerance. She could tell how Mr. Gladstone buried himself in a corner with an elderly lady, an old crony of his, and Lord Randolph disappeared early, and Mr. Parnell turned from the adulation of the crowd to flash pleased surprise at sight of one young Irishwoman who worshipped him and always will. That summer, too, she visited Mr. Wilfred and Lady Anne Blunt at Crabbet Park. About that time she had begun to write prose for the Speaker and for the Scots and National Observer. Henley’s praise gave her great pleasure. He gave her “The Song of the Sword,” inscribed “Katharine Tynan, Sorori in Arte,” and others of his books down to “Hawthorn and Lavender.” Her next friend was Jane Barlow, a friendship that survives. In 1892 she married happily. In 1894 her first volume was published by Messrs. Lawrence & Bullen. She has to her credit now more than a score of novels, seven books of verse, besides short stories, a volume of biography, and a good deal of editing. She edited the four volume “Cabinet of Irish Literature,” a new edition of which she prepared for Blackie’s, of Glasgow. She has been a reviewer, and has contributed to many magazines.