ELLEN MARY CLERKE

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Ellen Mary Clerke, the only sister of Agnes Clerke, whose interest in Astronomy was also keen, was born at Skibbereen on September 26, 1840. She shared her sister’s life, and her devotion to her contributed not a little to the perfect fulfilment of its mission.

Acutely sensitive to the beautiful, and with a rare capacity for enthusiasms, Ellen Clerke was first of all a poet. But she was much besides. She was an accomplished linguist; and the years she spent in Italy were devoted to such study of Italian literature as enabled her later to do excellent original work in connection with it. An admirable article by her in the Dublin Review for October 1879, on “The Age of Dante in the Florentine Chronicles,” well deserves remembrance, so full is it of the illumination of wide reading and of careful thinking. Alas! only too many articles by her have passed into magazine oblivion. Some of these were written in foreign tongues—a sure proof of mastery of them. For instance, in 1869 she published a pamphlet in German with the title Das Judenthum in der Musik; while, besides many articles and reviews in Italian in the Florentine periodicals, she published in one of these a serial story in Italian, called Sotto le Sette Stelle. She had also a knowledge of Arabic by no means inconsiderable.

Her interest in geographical science was not generally known; but she was a valued member of the Manchester Geographical Society, and contributed to its Journal.

As regards Astronomy, she has left useful evidence of her warm interest in the subject in two excellent popular monographs, and in various articles.

A list of Ellen Clerke’s works is given at the end of this sketch, but special mention must be made of her work as a journalist. Her friends might regret—as I did for one—that so much of her time was thus spent; but, after all, journalism is what the journalist makes it; and it cannot be denied that it is a great and increasing power in our midst.

Assuredly Ellen Clerke always used her opportunities as a journalist for noble ends. For the last twenty years of her life she wrote a weekly leader for the Tablet,—usually on subjects connected with the Church abroad; and on several occasions during the temporary absence of the Editor she filled his place at his request.

Many of her literary articles contributed to various periodicals were critical, and that she was a generous and encouraging as well as a capable critic the following facts pleasingly illustrate.

In the Westminster Review for October 1878 she had an article on “The later Novels of Berthold Auerbach.” It met the eye of the novelist, and he directed to be sent to her a copy of his Landolin von ReutershÖfen, inscribed: “To the Author of the article in the Westminster Review, October 1878, with kind regards of Berthold Auerbach. Berlin, Nov. 14, 1878.”It is singular that the poems of Ellen Clerke, published in 1881, should not have attracted more attention. The volume is now, I believe, almost, if not entirely, out of print; and partly on this account, partly because of its subject and of its beauty, I give here one of the poems.

NIGHT’S SOLILOQUY

Who calls me dark? for do I not display
Wonders that else man’s eye would never see?
Waste in the blank and blinding glare of Day,
The heavens bud forth their glories but to me.
Is it not mine to pile their crystal cup,
Drain’d by the thirsty sun and void by day,
Brimful of living gems, profuse heap’d up,
The bounteous largesse of my royal way?
Mine to call o’er at dusk the roll of heav’n,
Array its glittering files in order due?
To beckon forth the lurking star of Even,
And bid the constellations start to view?
The wandering planets to their paths recall,
And summon to the muster tenant spheres,
Till thronging to my standard one and all,
They crowd the zenith in unfathom’d tiers?
Do I not lure stray sunbeams from the day,
To hurl them broadcast as wing’d meteors forth?
Strew sheaves of fiery arrows on my way,
And blazon my dark spaces in the north?
Is not a crown of lightnings mine to wear,
When polar flames suffuse my skies with splendour?
And mine the homage with the sun to share,
His vagrant vassals rush through space to render?
Who calls me secret? are not hidden things,
Reveal’d to science when with piercing sight
She looks beneath the shadow of my wings,
To fathom space and sound the infinite?
In plasmic light do I not bid her trace
Germs from creation’s dawn maturing slow?
And in each filmy chaos drown’d in space
See suns and systems yet in embryo?

Miss Clerke specially enjoyed romantic subjects; and the sea and shipping appealed to her strongly. Her ballad on The Flying Dutchman legend is one of the finest treatments of the subject I have met with, and it is to be regretted that it is not better known, for it would lend itself well both to the reciter and to the musician.The volume of poems gave evidence of a special gift which in later years the author cultivated with great success,—that of verse translation. Her delightful and valuable book, Fable and Song in Italy, is illustrated throughout with her own versions; and although I do not pretend to have compared each version with its original, I venture to say that the translations are, as a whole, wonderfully faithful, and that when the number of them, and the variety of subjects and of measures, are considered, the verse part alone of the work is a notable achievement. The prose part is more than a mere setting; it is full of touches of illuminating thought, and many little-known facts are brought together suggestively, while many of the descriptive passages are wonderfully vivid. In Dr. Garnett’s History of Italian Literature the English versions selected by him from Boiardo and some other poets were by Ellen Clerke.

Ellen Clerke’s literary style was lighter and more spontaneous than her sister’s.Like her sister she was highly musical, and her instrument was the guitar. A pupil of Madame Pratten, she had through the practice of many years acquired a mastery of the instrument unusual in an amateur, managing it with great skill, and arranging for it many an accompaniment. To the last almost, her singing to the guitar was full of charm; and in earlier years when the sisters sang together to her guitar accompaniment the performance was delightful.

A devoted and exemplary Catholic, Ellen Clerke was untiring in her zeal for all good works. Unselfish and loving, she was a devoted daughter, sister, and friend. Fonder of society than her sister, it was perhaps natural that she did not pursue literary work in the same persistent way. And it fell in with her sociability that she pulled a good oar and enjoyed riding.

These sisters were lovely and pleasant in their lives, and in death they were but little divided. Ellen Clerke died after a short illness on March 2, 1906.


Poems: The Flying Dutchman and Other Poems. (1881.)

Versified translations of Italian poetry in Dr. Garnett’s History of Italian Literature. (1898.)

Fable and Song in Italy. (1899.)

Flowers of Fire: a novel which gives an admirable account of the phenomena of an eruption of Vesuvius. (1902.)

An immense number of magazine articles, including a weekly leader contributed for twenty years to the Tablet.

Monograph on Jupiter and his System. (1892.)

Monograph on Venus. (1893.)

An article in the Observatory, vol. xv. p. 271.

The monographs on Jupiter and on Venus, although unpretentious, are based upon careful reading of the best authorities, and are written in a way which places them above the ordinary popularisers.

The article above referred to in the Observatory was the outcome of her Arabic reading, and showed that there can be little doubt that the variability of Algol had been noticed by the Arabian astronomers.

Note.—The portrait is from a photograph taken not long before death.

Margaret L. Huggins.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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