Says Thomas Cooper, "She worked early and late for bread for herself and her two boys; but would run in, now and then, at the back door, and join my mother for a few whiffs at the pipe. And then away they would go again to work, after cheering each other, to go stoutly through the battle of life."

"They bent their wits, on one occasion," continues Mr. Cooper, "to disappoint the tax-gatherer. He was to 'distrain' on a certain day; but beds, chairs, and tables were moved secretly in the night to blind Thomas Chatterton's; and when the tax-gatherer came next day to execute his threat, there was nothing left worth his taking. The poor were often driven to such desperate schemes to save all they had from ruin, in those days; and the curse upon taxes and the tax-gatherer was in the mouths of hundreds--for those years of war were terrific years of suffering for the poor, notwithstanding their shouts and rejoicings when Matthew Guy rode in, with ribbons flying, bringing news of another 'glorious victory.'"

"Sometimes," adds Mr. Cooper, "Miller's mother and mine were excused paying some of the taxes by appealing to the magistrates, a few of whom respected them for their industry, and commiserated their hardships. But the pet.i.tion did not always avail."

In spite of poverty, Miller's childhood was not without its sunshine, and many days spent in the lanes and fields were not the least enjoyable of his pleasures. He was first engaged as a farmer's boy at Thornock, a village near his native town. The trade of basket-making was subsequently learned, and when quite a young man he married. He migrated to Nottingham, and obtained employment as a journeyman at a basket-manufactory in the town.

"At this period," says Dr. Spencer T. Hall, "the Sherwood Forester," "he had a somewhat round but intelligent face, a fair complexion, full, blue, speaking eyes, and a voice reminding one of the deeper and softer tones of a well-played flute. Of all who saw him at his work, it is probable that scarcely one knew how befitting him was the couplet of Virgil, where he says:

'Thus while I sung, my sorrows I deceived, And bending osiers into baskets weaved.'"

He had the good fortune to become known to Mr. Thomas Bailey, a man of literary taste, the writer of several works, and father of the more famous Philip James Bailey, author of "Festus." Mr. Bailey recognised at once the merits of a collection of poems submitted to him by Miller, was the means of the pieces being printed, and did all in his power to obtain a favourable welcome for the volume. The book was ent.i.tled "Songs of Sea Nymphs;" it contained only forty-eight pages, and was sold at two shillings. In his preface the author stated: "I am induced to offer these extracts from unpublished poems in their present state solely because I cannot find any publisher who will undertake, without an extensive list of subscribers, the risk of publishing a volume of poetry written by an individual whose humble station in life buries him in obscurity." He next explains that the object of the work is to elicit the opinion of his country-men as to the merits or demerits of his verses--which he terms "trifles." Mr. Miller says, "Concerning the poems, I have only to add that the three first songs are extracts from an unpublished poem ent.i.tled, 'Hero and Leander, a Tale of the Sea.' The scene is chiefly confined to Neptune's palace beneath the waves. The other extracts are from 'Adelaide and Reginald, a Fairy Tale of Bosworth Field.' I am aware that the date is too modern for fairies; however, who can prove it? for so long as a barren circle is found in the velvet valleys of England, tradition will ever call it a fairy-ring. Having launched my little bark on the casual ocean of public opinion, not without anxiety, I leave it to its fate.--Thomas Miller, Basket-maker, Nottingham, August, 1832." The volume was the means of making him many friends, and enabling him to start business on his own account. He had a work-room in the Long Row, and a stall on a Sat.u.r.day in the market-place. Here is a picture of the stall from Spencer Hall's graphic pen:--"There was poetry in his very baskets. A few coa.r.s.er ones were there, but others of more beautiful pattern, texture, and colour, flung a sort of bloom over the rest; and the basket-maker and his wares well-matched each other, as he would take his cigar from his mouth, and ask some pretty market maiden, in his cheeriest tones, as she lingered and looked, if she would not like to purchase. As a youth, I was wont to stand there chatting with him occasionally, and to hear him, between customers, pour out the poetry of Coleridge and other great minds, with an appreciance and a melody that such authors might themselves have listened to with pride and delight."

He next moved to London, hoping to follow a literary career by contributing at the commencement to the monthly magazines. Writing gave Miller great pleasure, but put little money in his purse, and to obtain bread for his household he had to work at his trade in the metropolis.

Friends at first were few, and he had none able to help him to literary employment. He had journeyed to London alone, and arrived there with seven-and-sixpence in his pocket, intending to send for his wife and family when brighter days dawned. Some time pa.s.sed before there was a break in the dark clouds which hung over him. Here are particulars of the dawn of better times. "One day," says Mr. Joseph Johnson, in _Manchester Notes and Queries_, "when bending over his baskets, he was surprised by a visit from Mr. W. H. Harrison, editor of _Friendship's Offering_, who had fortunately read one of Miller's poems, and had become impressed with the ability and original talent of the author. The result of the interview was a request that the basket-maker would write a poem for the _Offering_.

Miller, at the time, was so poor that he had neither paper, pens, nor ink, nor the means to buy these needful materials for his poem. He tided over the difficulty by using the whity-brown paper in which his sugar had been wrapped, and mixed some soot with water for his ink; the back of a bellows serving him for a desk, upon which he wrote his charming poem, ent.i.tled, 'The Old Fountain.' His letter to the editor of the _Offering_ was sealed with moistened bread. The poem was accepted, and two guineas immediately returned. It is simply impossible to imagine the rapture which would fill the breast of the poor poet on receipt of so large a sum." Says Miller, "I never had been so rich in my life before, and I fancied some one would hear of my fortune and try and rob me of it; so, at night, I barred the door, and went to bed, but did not sleep all night, from delight and fear."

We reproduce the lines as a fair example of Miller's poetry:--

THE OLD FOUNTAIN.

"Deep in the bosom of a silent wood, Where an eternal twilight dimly reigns, A sculptured fountain hath for ages stood, O'erhung with trees; and still such awe remains Around the spot, that few dare venture there-- The babbling water spreads such superst.i.tious fear.

It looks so old and grey, with moss besprent, And carven imag'ry, grotesque or quaint; Eagles and lions are with dragons blent And cross-winged cherub; while o'er all a Saint Bends grimly down with frozen blown-back hair, And on the dancing spray its dead eyes ever stare.

From out a dolphin's mouth the water leaps And frets, and tumbles to its bed of gloom; So dark the umbrage under which it sweeps, Stretching in distance like a dreary tomb; With murmurs fraught, and many a gibbering sound, Gurgle, and moan, and hiss, and plash, and fitful bound.

Oh! 'tis a spot where man might sit and weep His childish griefs and petty cares away; Wearied Ambition might lie there and sleep, And h.o.a.ry Crime in silence kneel to pray.

The fountain's voice, the day-beams faintly given, Tell of that starlight land we pa.s.s in dreams to heaven.

There, lovely forms in elder times were seen, And snowy kirtles waved between the trees; And light feet swept along the velvet green, While the rude anthem rose upon the breeze, When round the margin England's early daughters Worshipped the rough-hewn Saint that yet bends o'er the waters.

And some bent priest, whose locks were white as snow, Would raise his trembling hands and voice to pray; All would be hushed save that old fountain's flow That rolling bore the echoes far away; Perchance a dove, amid the foliage dim, Might raise a coo, then pause to list their parting hymn.

That old grey abbey lies in ruins now, The wild-flowers wave where swung its pond'rous door; Where once the altar rose, rank nettles grow, The anthem's solemn sound is heard no more; 'Tis as if Time had laid down to repose, Drowsed by the fountain's voice, which through the forest flows."

He wrote and worked at his trade; his poetry won for him many admirers, amongst them Lady Blessington, Thomas Moore, Samuel Rogers, the banker-poet, and others, and he was welcomed to their houses. He remarked, "Often have I been sitting in Lady Blessington's splendid drawing-room in the morning, and talking and laughing as familiarly as in the old house at home; and on the same evening I might have been seen on Westminster Bridge, between an apple vendor and a baked-potato merchant, vending my baskets."

In 1836, he wrote "A Day in the Woods," consisting of a series of sketches, stories, and poems. The reading public welcomed the work, and the critical press recognised it as the production of a man of undoubted genius. He continued to make friends, including "L. E. L.," the poetess, Campbell, Leigh Hunt, Jerrold, Disraeli and Thackeray. The merits and success of his book caused Colburn to make him a tempting offer to write a three-volume novel, and in 1838 appeared "Royston Gower." The work was so popular that the same publisher commissioned him to write two more novels, namely, in 1839, "Fair Rosamond," and in 1840, "Lady Jane Grey."

He produced other novels, perhaps the best known is "Gideon Giles." These works are now to be obtained in cheap form, and have been most extensively circulated.

He was a.s.sisted and encouraged by Rogers, Lady Blessington and others, to commence as a publisher and bookseller, and was enabled by their kindness to purchase back from Colburn the copyrights of his novels. His place of business was 9, Newgate Street, opposite Christ's Hospital, and from here he issued several of his own books besides works by well-known authors.

Miller did not succeed in business, and gave it up to devote all his time to writing books and contributing to the periodicals and newspapers. He wrote for the _Athenaeum_, _Literary Gazette_, _Chambers' Journal_, _Household Words_, _Boys' Own Magazine_, the _Ill.u.s.trated London News_, and other monthlies and weeklies. Many leading articles from his facile pen appeared in the _Morning Post_. His papers on the months in Chambers'

"Book of Days," which describe the varied aspects of the country during the year, have been reproduced in an elegant volume bearing the t.i.tle of "All Round the Year."

Mr. J. Potter Briscoe, F.R.H.S., kindly supplies me with the following list of books by Thomas Miller:--"All Round the Year," 1860; "Birds, Bees, and Blossoms," 1867, 1869 (see also "Original Poems," etc.); "British Wolf Hunter," 1859; "Boys' Own Library," 6 vols., 1856; "Boys' Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter Books," 1847, 1881; "Boys' Own Country Book, Seasons, and Rural Rides," 1867, 1868; "Brampton among the Roses," 1863; "Child's Country Book," 1867; "Child's Country Story Book," 1867, 1870, 1881; "Common Wayside Flowers," 1841, 1873; "Country Year book," 2 vols., 1847, 1 vol., 1836; "Day in the Woods," 1836; "Desolate Hall," (in "Friendship's Offering") 1838; "Dorothy Dovedale's Trials," 2 vols., 1864; "English Country Life," 1858, 1859, 1864; "Fair Rosamond," 3 vols., 1839, 1 vol., 1862; "Fortune and Fort.i.tude," 1848; "Fred and the Gorillas," 1869, 1873; "Fred Holdsworth" (In _Ill.u.s.trated London News_), 1852, 1873; "Gaboon,"

1868; "Gideon Giles, the Roper," 1840, 1841, 1859, 1867; "G.o.dfrey Malvern," 1842, 1843, 1844, 1847, 1858, 1877; "Goody Platts and her two Cats," 1864; "History of the Anglo-Saxons," 1848, 1850, 1852, 1856; "Jack-of-All-Trades," 1867; "Lady Jane Grey, a romance," 3 vols., 1840, 1 vol., 1861, 1864; "Langley-on-the-Lea; or, Love and Duty," 1858; "Life and [remarkable] Adventures of a Dog," 1856, 1870; "Lights and Shades of London Life" (forming vol. 5 of Reynolds' _Mysteries of London_); "Little Blue Hood," 1863; "My Father's Garden," 1866, 1867; "No Man's Land, etc.,"

1860, 1861, 1863; "Old Fountain" (in _Friendship's Offering_, etc.); "Original Poems for my Children," 1850 (see also "Birds," etc.); "Our Old Town" (Gainsborough) 1857, 1858; "Old Park Road," 1870, 1876; "Picturesque Sketches of London," 1852 (in the _Ill.u.s.trated London News_); "Pictures of Country Life," 1846, 1847, 1853; "Poacher and other Pictures of Country Life," 1858; "Poems," 1841, 1848, 1856; "Poetical Language of Flowers,"

1838, 1847, 1853, 1856, 1865, 1869, 1872; "Royston Gower," 3 vols., 1830, 1 vol. 1858, 1860, 1874; "Rural Sketches," 1839, 1861; "Sketches of English Country Life"; "Songs for British Riflemen," 1860; "Songs of the Sea Nymphs," 1857; "Songs of the Seasons," 1865; "Sports and Pastimes of Merry England," 1859 (?-56); "Summer Morning," 1844; "Tales of Old England," 1849, 1881; "Village Queen," 1851, 1852; "Watch the End" (second edition of "My Father's Garden") 1869, 1871, 1873; "Year Book of Country Life," 1855; "Year Book of the Country," 1837; "Young Angler," 1862.

The foregoing volumes are in the Nottingham Public Library, and the librarian, Mr. Briscoe is to be congratulated on bringing together Miller's works in the city closely a.s.sociated with his career. In Paxton Hood's "Peerage of Poverty," a fine estimate of Miller's ability as an author is given, though very little about his life is recorded. On the 25th of October, 1874, he died at his residence, a small house in West Street, Kensington, leaving a son and two daughters. Shortly before his death an effort was made to get him placed on the Civil List. Mr. Disraeli was not able to include him at the time, but, with his well-known generosity, made him an allowance from some other fund. Miller only received one quarterly instalment before pa.s.sing away.

The Cottage Countess.

The late Poet Laureate has given a world-wide interest to the romantic story of "The Peasant Countess" of "Burleigh House by Stamford town," in his popular poem, "The Lord of Burleigh." He relates how Henry Cecil, in the guise of a landscape painter in humble circ.u.mstances, wooes and weds a rustic maiden, and how a shadow overcasts her bright dream when the real rank of her husband is made known to her:--

"But a trouble weighed upon her, And perplexed her night and morn, With the burthen of an honour Unto which she was not born.

Faint she grew, and ever fainter, And she murmured, 'Oh, that he Were once more that landscape-painter, Which did win my heart from me.'

So she drooped and drooped before him, Fading slowly from his side: Three fair children first she bore him, Then before her time she died."

The poet tells how keenly the Lord of Burleigh mourned her loss, and that he buried her in the dress in which she was married.

The real facts, however, are not so poetical; yet Hazlitt says that the story outdoes the "Arabian Nights." The following particulars may be regarded as a correct version of this romantic tale. Henry Cecil was born in the year 1754, and was the only child of the Hon. Thomas Chambers Cecil by his marriage with Miss Charlotte Gardner. At the age of nineteen he had lost his parents, and was the presumptive heir to his uncle's estates and the earldom of Exeter. He was by no means popular with his uncle, and seldom troubled the inmates of Burleigh House with his presence. While still a minor, he married into a good old west of England family, his wife being a lady of great personal charms, named Emma Vernon, the only daughter of the Squire of Hornbury Hall, in the county of Worcester. The union was not a happy one, young Cecil being far from an exemplary husband. He wasted much of his time and money in gambling. After fifteen years of married life he sought and obtained a divorce. His own folly and other circ.u.mstances rendered him a poor man, and induced him shortly before the time he obtained a divorce to quit the society of those in his rank of life, and settle down in one of the secluded villages in Shropshire. He selected Bolas Magna, a charming little place, nestling among apple orchards and green lanes. Here he was known as John Jones, and was lost to the fashionable world, out of sight and out of mind. For a short time he lodged at the village hostelry, freely conversing with the customers who came at night to smoke their pipes and drink their beer. The days he spent in sketching the pretty bits of scenery in the district.

The noisy life of an inn soon palled upon him, and he sought lodgings at some of the farmhouses, but his search was almost futile, as he was viewed with much suspicion; indeed, some went so far as to hint that he was a highwayman. The honest country folk failed to discover any visible means of his making money, although they saw that he spent it pretty freely. He at last procured lodgings at the dwelling of a labourer called Hoggins, and soon made himself a favourite in the humble household. Cecil appears to have been antic.i.p.ating the day when he would be a free man, and, even before he had obtained a divorce, he paid some attention to an attractive young woman named Taylor. She, however, being engaged, did not favour his suit. He then made love to Sarah Hoggins, the daughter of his landlady--a young, comely, honest girl, who reciprocated his affection. Her mother was doubtful about the matter, feeling that the marriage of her girl with a stranger was a step that might lead to serious results, and she had a lingering suspicion that there might be some truth in the rumour of her lodger being a highwayman. The father was more favourably inclined; he saw that the man had plenty of money, and it was a golden opportunity not to be missed, and he encouraged the match. Eventually the mother had to give way. In June, 1791, he obtained a divorce, and, on the 3rd of October, in the same year, in the little church of Bolas, Henry Cecil and Sarah Hoggins were married. He bought a piece of land near Hodnet, and on it built a house, the largest in the neighbourhood. The local tradesmen looked upon him with mistrust, and he had to make liberal advances of money before they would undertake the work. Here he lived with his young wife, teaching her such accomplishments as she would require in her future high station. He did not, however, give any hint as to his real character. His superior manners and education, in spite of the mystery of his life, made him friends, and inspired some confidence, so that the ratepayers elected him to one of their parish offices. The duties of his parochial appointment took him to the sessions at Shrewsbury, where he encountered a brother magistrate, who had been an old schoolfellow, although not recognised by him. As a proof of his disposition to oblige his friends and make himself generally useful, it is recorded that on one occasion he gratified his father-in-law by carrying a large pig as a present to a neighbouring squire.

A little daughter was born at Bolas, who died after living a few days, and was buried in the churchyard, without a stone to mark her grave, which is now forgotten.

After he had been married about two years he read in a country newspaper an account of the death of his uncle, which occurred towards the close of the year 1793. Early in the following January, he repaired, with his wife, then nineteen years of age, to Burleigh House. He merely told her that he had to go to a distant part of the country, and wished to have her company. They travelled on horseback, the wife being seated on a pillion behind her husband, according to the fashion of the period. They stopped at the several n.o.blemen's and gentlemen's seats on their route. At last they reached Burleigh House, where she was told that she was a countess, and the mystery of Henry Cecil solved.

When surrounded by the t.i.tled and the great, she sighed for a humbler position, but nevertheless she made an excellent wife and mother, and the happiness of her husband was complete. It was of short duration, for in the flower of her life she died, deeply lamented, on January 17th, 1797.

In addition to the first-born previously mentioned, they had a daughter and two sons. One of the sons was the peer who succeeded his father. Lord Burleigh settled seven hundred a year on his wife's parents, and gave them the house he had just vacated. The Countess was cordially received by the Earl's relatives, and mixed in the fashionable society of London, and won respect and regard from all with whom she came in contact.

Lawrence painted her portrait. She is represented as far from rustic in appearance, her face being oval and very pleasing.

It remains to be stated, to complete the outline of the life of Henry Cecil, that he was created a marquis, that he married for his third wife the Dowager-d.u.c.h.ess of Hamilton, and died in the year 1804.

The Compiler of "Old Moore's Almanac,"

Henry Andrews.

The name of Henry Andrews is familiar to the literary and scientific world as the compiler for many years of "Old Moore's Almanac," but the particulars of his life are not generally known. His career, although not an eventful one, was most honourable, and furnishes a notable example of a man who, from a humble beginning, by perserverance attained an important position in life.

He was born at Frieston, near Grantham, on February 4th, 1744, of parents in poor circ.u.mstances, who were only able to afford him a limited education. In his earliest years he appears to have had a love for astronomy, a science in which he afterwards became one of the most proficient of his day. It is recorded that when only six years old he would frequently stand in his shirt looking at the moon out of his chamber window at midnight; when about ten years of age, he used to fix a table on Frieston Green on clear frosty nights, and set a telescope thereon through which to view the stars. The young student would afterwards sit by the fireside with a table covered with books, making astronomical calculations.

At an early age he left home to earn his own living, the first situation he filled being that of servant to a shopkeeper at Sleaford. We next trace him to the city of Lincoln, where he was engaged to wait upon a lady.

During his leisure time, he took every opportunity to make weather-gla.s.ses and weather-houses. The last situation he held as a gentleman's servant, was under J. Feriman, Esq., who found Andrews so intent on study that he kindly allowed him two or three hours daily to devote to that purpose.

We are told that on the 1st of April, 1764, he went to Aswarby Hall, the seat of Sir Christopher Whichcote, to view the eclipse of the sun which was visible on that day. A number of ladies and gentlemen had a.s.sembled for the same purpose. Having previously calculated a type of this eclipse, he presented the same to the company, showing them the manner of its appearance in a dark room upon a board, and, after it was over they unanimously declared that his calculations came nearer than any given in the almanacs. Shortly after the above meeting, he opened a school at Basingthorpe, near Grantham. We presume the venture did not prove satisfactory, for we find that he was afterwards engaged as an usher in a clergyman's boarding-school at Stilton. His next move was to Cambridge, hoping there to obtain a.s.sistance in prosecuting his studies from the men of science in the University. Accustomed to a quiet life, he could not endure the bustle of that ancient seat of learning, so left and settled at Royston, Hertfordshire, where he opened a school, and continued to reside until the day of his death. He had only reached the age of twenty-three when he took up his residence at the latter town.