of Celia POEMS. Appledore Edition. STORIES AND POEMS FOR CHILDREN. With frontispiece. Also in Riverside School Library. AMONG THE ISLES OF SHOALS. Illustrated. AN ISLAND GARDEN. LETTERS OF CELIA THAXTER. With three portraits. HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY BOSTON AND NEW YORK LETTERS OF CELIA THAXTER LETTERS OF CELIA THAXTER EDITED BY HER FRIENDS A. F. AND R. L. BOSTON AND NEW YORK HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY (Cbe ft ifcerside press Cambribge COPYRIGHT, 1895, BY ROLAND THAXTER ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TWELFTH IMPRESSION NOTE THIS volume, made up of extracts from the letters of Celia Thaxter, will serve, we trust, to give an idea, even to those who never knew her, of her nature and development. Except for a light from within, which irradi ated the world she lived in, her life could easily have worn the sad-colored hues of ordi nary mortality. But the radiance of her nature was like an ever-rising sun of affection, con the hearts whereon it shone stantly warming ; and where was the pilgrim who did not gladly open his window to that East ? 402220 LIST OF ILLUSTBATIONS PORTRAIT OF MRS. THAXTER, IN HER GARDEN, taken about 1890 . Frontispiece PROFILE PORTRAIT, taken about 1855 ... 12 MRS. THAXTER AT HER PAINTING TABLE, taken about 1892 1 CELIA THAXTER BORN JUNE, 1835; DIED AUGUST, 1894 IF it were ever intended that a desolate island in the deep sea should be inhabited by one solitary family, then indeed Celia Thaxter was the fitting daughter of such a house. In her history of the group of islands, which she calls " the Isles of Among Shoals," she por trays, in a prose which for beauty and wealth of diction has few rivals, the unfolding of her own nature under influences of sky and sea, and solitude and untrammeled freedom, such as have been almost unknown to civilized hu manity in any age of the world. She speaks also of the effect produced, as she fancied, upon the minds of men by the eternal sound of the sea a to wear the of ; tendency away edge human thought and perception. But this was far from being the case with regard to herself. Her eyesight was keener, her speech more distinct, the lines of her thoughts more clearly denned, her verse more strongly marked in its IV CELIA THAXTER form, and the accuracy of her memory more to be relied upon, than was the case with al most any one of her contemporaries. Her painting, too, upon porcelain possessed the same character. Her knowledge of the flowers, and especially of the seaweeds, with which she decorated it, was so exact that she did not re quire the originals before her vision. They were painted upon her mind s eye, where every filament and every shade seemed to be recorded. These " green growing things" had been the beloved companions of her childhood, as they continued to be of her womanhood, and even to reproduce their forms in painting was a de light to her. The written descriptions of nat ural objects gave her history a place among the pages which possess a perennial existence. s " While White Selborne," and the pictures of s Bewick, and Thoreau "Walden," and the " Autobiography of Richard Jefferies " endure, so long will " Among the Isles of Shoals " hold its place with all lovers of nature. She says in " one place : All the pictures over which I dream are set in this framework of the sea, that sparkled and sang, or frowned and threatened, " in the ages that are gone as it does to-day. CELIA THAXTER V The solitude of Celia Thaxter s childhood, which was not solitude, surrounded as she was with the love of a father and a mother all ten derness, and brothers dear to her as her own life, developed in the child strange faculties. She was five years old when the family left Portsmouth, old enough, given her inborn power of enjoyment of nature, to delight in the free air and the wonderful sights around her. Her father seems to have been a man of awful energy of will. Some disappointment in his hope of a public career, it has been said, de cided him to take the step of withdrawing him self forever from the world of the mainland, and this attitude he appears to have sustained unflinchingly to the end. Her mother, with a heart stayed as unflinchingly upon love and obedience, seems to have followed him without a murmur, leaving every dear association of the past as though it had not been. From this moment she became, not the slave, but the queen of her affections, and when she died, in 1877, the sun appeared to set upon her daugh ter s life. On the morning after Mrs. Thaxter s sudden death, seventeen years later, a friend Tl CELIA THAXTER asked her eldest son where his mother was, with the intent to discover if she had been well to leave her room. " he enough Oh," replied, " her mother came in the night and took her all away." This reply showed how deeply who were near to Celia Thaxter were impressed with the fact that to see her mother again was one of the deepest desires of her heart. The development wrought in her eager char acter by those early days of exceptional expe rience gives a new sense of what our poor humanity may achieve, left face to face with the vast powers of nature. In speaking of the energy of Samuel Haley, one of the early settlers of the islands, she says he learned to live as independently as possi " for that is one of the ble of his fellow-men ; first things a settler on the Isles of Shoals finds it necessary to learn." Her own lesson was learned perfectly. The sunrise was as familiar to her eyes as the sunset, and early and late the activity of her mind was rivaled by the ceaseless industry of her hands. Appledore was too far away in winter from the village at Star Island for any regular or frequent communication between them. Even CELIA THAXTER vii BO late as in the month of May she records watching a little fleet beating up for shelter under the lee of Appledore to ride out a storm. " They were in continual peril. ... It was not pleasant to watch them as the early twi light shut down over the vast weltering deso lation of the sea, to see the slender masts wav ing helplessly from one side to another. Some of the men had wives and children watch ing them from lighted windows at Star. What a fearful night for them ! They could not tell from hour to hour, through the thick darkness, if the cables held could not see till yet ; they daybreak whether the sea had swallowed up their treasures. I wonder the wives were not white-haired when the sun rose and showed them those little specks yet rolling in the break " ers ! How clearly these scenes were photo on the graphed sensitive plate of her mind ! She never forgot nor really lost sight of her island people. Her sympathy drew them to her as if they were her own, and the little colony of Norwegians was always especially dear " to her. " How pathetic," she says, the gath ering of women on the headlands, when out of the sky swept the squall that sent the smalJ Viii CELIA THAXTER and blinded the boat staggering before it, eyes, already drowned in tears, with sudden rain that hid sky and sea and boats from their eager gaze ! What she was, what her sympathy was, to those people, no one can ever quite express. The deep devotion of their service to her brothers and to herself, through the long soli tude of winter and the storm of summer vis service cannot itors, alone could testify. Such of affection be bought : it is the devotion bom of one and gratitude and admiration. Speaking of the young women who grew up under her " : I do in this eye, she often said What could world without Mina Berntsen ? I hope she will be with me when I die." And there indeed, receive the latest at the last, was Mina, to word and to perform the few sad offices. To tell of the services Mrs. Thaxter ren dered to some of the more helpless people no assist about her, in the dark season, when ance from the mainland could be hoped for, would make a long and noble story in itself. her an excellent doctor Her good sense made ; the remedies she understood she was always on hand to apply at the right moment. Some- CELIA THAXTER IX times she was unexpectedly called to assist in the birth of a child, when knowledge and strength she was hardly aware of seemed to be suddenly developed. But the truth was she could do almost and those who anything ; only knew her in these humbler human relations could understand how joyous she was in the exercise of her duties, or how well able to per form them. Writing to Mina from the Shoals " once in March, she says : This is the time to be here this is what I ! To wear ; enjoy my old clothes every day, grub in the ground, dig dandelions and eat them too, plant my seeds and watch them, fly on the tricycle, row in a boat, get into my dressing-gown right after tea and make lovely rag rugs all the evening, " and nobody to disturb us, this is fun ! In the house and out of it she was capable of everything.