An Interesting Victorian

[JeffHamm]

Perhaps the nine lyrics are nine separate poems of different forms under the heading of ‘Marit’. ‘Marit’ was described as a ‘set’ of lyrics.

That makes sense to me. Hopefully the collection you have on order will clear it up. Why must everything, no matter how tangential to the JtR crimes, end up with some sort of mystery attached to it?

- Jeff

[MrBarnett]

Hi MrBarnett,

Interesting, that looks like a different poem as the constructions don't line up. Will be interesting to see what the collection you have on order shows; perhaps he wrote a couple of poems with the same name?

- Jeff

Perhaps the nine lyrics are nine separate poems of different forms under the heading of ‘Marit’. ‘Marit’ was described as a ‘set’ of lyrics.

[JeffHamm]

Thanks, Jeff.

‘Marit’ was said to have consisted of nine ‘lyrics’ in total.

The one quote I have found so far consists of three stanzas:

Hi MrBarnett,

Interesting, that looks like a different poem as the constructions don't line up. Will be interesting to see what the collection you have on order shows; perhaps he wrote a couple of poems with the same name?

- Jeff

[MrBarnett]

Thanks, Jeff.

‘Marit’ was said to have consisted of nine ‘lyrics’ in total.

The one quote I have found so far consists of three stanzas:

[JeffHamm]

Interesting stuff. I found a copy of Marit in case anyone is interested. While it doesn't mention age directly, the implications of the 3rd stanza (as I've organized the lines here) indicate a young girl about to enter puberty.

- Jeff

Marit

My love, on a fair May morning,
Would weave a garland of May :
The dew hung frore,
as her foot tripped o'er
The grass at dawn of the day ;
On leaf and stalk,
in each green wood- walk.
Till the sun should charm it away.

Green as a leaf her kirtle,
Her bodice red as a rose :
Her white bare feet
went softly and sweet
By roots where the violet grows ;
Where speedwells
azure as heaven,
Their sleepy eyes half close.

Cover arms as fair as the lilies
No sleeves my love drew on :
She found a bower
of the wildrose flower,
And for her breast culled one :
And I laugh and know
her breasts will grow
Or ever a year be gone.

O sweet dream,
wrought of a dear fore-thought
Of a golden time to fall
She seemed to sing,
in her wandering
Till doves in the elm-tops tall
Grew mute to hear
as her song rang clear
How love is the lord of all.

- Thomas Ashe

[MrBarnett]

Interesting stuff Gary There’s at least a possibility then that he might have been writing about Alice or her sister (more likely her sister I guess due to the name?) I wonder if he had a photograph of her somewhere?

Martha would have been 20/21 when Ashe was in Peterborough. I’m not sure where the 14/15 age comes into it. That age range was mentioned by a reviewer of Ashe’s poems, another said ‘13 or so’. It may be there’s a specific reference to it in ‘Marit’. I’ve seen three of the nine lyrics it contains, but they make no reference to age.

Ashe became the Curate of Silverstone at Easter, 1860 and Martha was recorded in his household in 1861 - just him, his sister and Martha.

He left there around 1865 to take up his teaching career. Prior to that Martha had returned to Peterborough and married a carpenter from Silverstone, Eli Varney - in 1862 in Peterborough cathedral. They remained there and by 1891 had their own teenaged house servant, Annie Pearce, 17.

[Herlock Sholmes]

This is Thomas Ashe, a minor Victorian poet, clergyman and schoolmaster. One of his pupils was Henry Rider Haggard, the author of ‘King Solomon’s Mines’ and ‘She’.


Ashe was a rather strange character who, after he gave up teaching at Queen Elizabeth’s Grammar School in Ipswich, spent a year or two in Paris before returning to live as something of a recluse in London for the last ten years of his life. He died in December, 1889, aged 53, after an illness of three months - consumption it was said, but I’ve got his death cert on order to check that out.


Ashe wrote a set of lyrics, ‘Marit’ that were said to be ‘fanciful love-poems to a child of fourteen or fifteen’. ‘Marit’ is apparently a girl’s name derived from the Aramaic ‘Martha’. One reviewer said of Ashe’s poetry, ‘It may be that the great majority of the poems are dramatic only, and arose from no incident in their author’s own life; but very many of them impress one so vividly with their truth that one is obliged to imagine - perhaps quite wrongly - that “these things were”.’ Another said, ‘A deep knowledge of, and a sympathy with, children is a pervading characteristic of Mr. Ashe’s later work...’


In 1859, having achieved his BA at Cambridge, Ashe went to Peterborough to continue his scholastic work and was there ordained by the Bishop of Peterborough, George Davys, first as a Deacon (1859) and then as a Priest (1860).


Here’s where it gets interesting. From research I’ve done, I think it’s likely that Alice ‘McKenzie’s’ father, Charles Pitts, was George Davys’ footman. The Pitts family lived in the Peterborough Minster Precincts, the small enclosed area surrounding the cathedral, from (approx) 1840 - 1880. In 1859/60 Alice, who was said to have been very ‘prepossessing’ at the time, was aged 14/15. And she had an older sister, Martha, who later went to live in Ashe’s household as his servant...

Interesting stuff Gary There’s at least a possibility then that he might have been writing about Alice or her sister (more likely her sister I guess due to the name?) I wonder if he had a photograph of her somewhere?

[MrBarnett]

As well as Ashe’s death cert, I have a copy of His collected poetry, Poems (1886), on order.

[MrBarnett]

This is Thomas Ashe, a minor Victorian poet, clergyman and schoolmaster. One of his pupils was Henry Rider Haggard, the author of ‘King Solomon’s Mines’ and ‘She’.


Ashe was a rather strange character who, after he gave up teaching at Queen Elizabeth’s Grammar School in Ipswich, spent a year or two in Paris before returning to live as something of a recluse in London for the last ten years of his life. He died in December, 1889, aged 53, after an illness of three months - consumption it was said, but I’ve got his death cert on order to check that out.


Ashe wrote a set of lyrics, ‘Marit’ that were said to be ‘fanciful love-poems to a child of fourteen or fifteen’. ‘Marit’ is apparently a girl’s name derived from the Aramaic ‘Martha’. One reviewer said of Ashe’s poetry, ‘It may be that the great majority of the poems are dramatic only, and arose from no incident in their author’s own life; but very many of them impress one so vividly with their truth that one is obliged to imagine - perhaps quite wrongly - that “these things were”.’ Another said, ‘A deep knowledge of, and a sympathy with, children is a pervading characteristic of Mr. Ashe’s later work...’


In 1859, having achieved his BA at Cambridge, Ashe went to Peterborough to continue his scholastic work and was there ordained by the Bishop of Peterborough, George Davys, first as a Deacon (1859) and then as a Priest (1860).


Here’s where it gets interesting. From research I’ve done, I think it’s likely that Alice ‘McKenzie’s’ father, Charles Pitts, was George Davys’ footman. The Pitts family lived in the Peterborough Minster Precincts, the small enclosed area surrounding the cathedral, from (approx) 1840 - 1880. In 1859/60 Alice, who was said to have been very ‘prepossessing’ at the time, was aged 14/15. And she had an older sister, Martha, who later went to live in Ashe’s household as his servant...