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, Her interest in geographical science was not generally known; but she 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 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 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.” 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. Ellen Clerke’s literary style was lighter and more spontaneous than her sister’s. A devoted and exemplary Catholic, 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 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 Note.—The portrait is from a photograph taken not long before death. Margaret L. Huggins. |