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ART. I. - FRANCES POWER COBBE.
An Essay on Intuitive Morals: being an Attempt to Popularize Ethical
Science. First American edition, with additions and corrections by the Author. Boston: Crosby, Nichols, & Co., 117, Washington
Street; 1859. Religious Duty. By FRANCES Power CoBBE. Boston: William
V. Spencer, 203, Washington Street; 1865. The Cities of the Past. By FRANCES Power COBBE. London:
Trübner & Co., 60, Paternoster Row; 1864. Broken Lights : an Inquiry into the Present Condition and Future
Prospects of Religious Faith. By FRANCES POWER COBBE. Boston: J. E. Tilton & Co.; 1864. Italics. By FRANCES POWER COBBE. London: Trübner & Co., 60,
Paternoster Row; 1864. Studies, New and Old, of Ethical and Social Subjects. By FRANCES
PowER COBBE. Boston: William V. Spencer; 1866. Hours of Work and Play. By FRANCES Power COBBE. Philadelphia: J. B. Lippincott & Co.; 1867.
JUDGED “as mere work, — not as mere woman's work,” the volumes above named must claim a goodly share of interest and sympathy from every thoughtful man. They embrace in their treatment a wide range of subjects, - subjects of vast importance, which, as such, have enlisted the attention of multitudes of earnest people on both sides of the Atlantic, during VOL. LXXXIII. - NEW SERIES, vol. IV. NO. 111.
the last few years. They are at least the record of a faithful and vigorous attempt to solve some of the weightiest problems of the time, — problems that press upon us just in proportion as we are alive to the significance of the motion and upheaval that is everywhere apparent in matters of theology and faith. The smallest contribution to the solution of these problems will be highly valued by all those who are engaged in sounding them. So large a contribution as is presented in these volumes must waken admiration for their author in no small degree, — admiration that will deepen into love when all that she has done and tried to do is better known; when to our knowledge of the author we can add acquaintance with a woman who deserves to rank among the noblest of her time. Such acquaintance can be gathered largely from a comprehensive view of all that she has written. From first to last, her many-sided life has found a fair expression in her books. But one need not go outside of them to be aware that she has never yet attained to perfect utterance. We read between the lines the story of a woman, of whom the authoress is but a fragment, after all. And what we read in this way is abundantly confirmed by all whose pleasure it has been to make her personal acquaintance.
Frances Power Cobbe was born in Dublin, in the autumn of 1822. Her future leader and inspirer, Theodore Parker, was at that time a boy of twelve, wonderfully studions, making the most of the Latin dictionary he had purchased with the proceeds of his huckleberries, the August previous, - the firstling of that flock of books he shepherded so well. We fancied once that we discovered in her books a certain Celtic warmth and fire. The fact is, that she is not of Celtic origin, - a fact to which her yellow Saxon locks bear witness as emphatically as the parish register. Her father, Charles Cobbe, had good estates in the vicinity of Dublin, descended to him from a great-grandfather, Charles Cobbe, Archbishop of Dublin, the first of the family who came to Ireland. Were one's ancestry a thing to boast of, Miss Cobbe could trace hers back, by several lines, to the time of Edward I., with a great deal of satisfaction. Nor is she by any means the first radical of her
house: for one of her ancestors was a knight in Cromwell's parliament; and another — father-in-law of the knight — was one of the judges of Charles I. Her mother was an Englishwoman, Conway by name. Frances was the youngest of five children; the rest were all boys, the eldest of whom, Charles, is now, of course, - his parents being dead, -owner of the family estates. This bigh-born maiden had to pay the penalties of rank, not the least heavy of which was to be educated by gov. ernesses until she was fourteen, and afterward to spend a year or two at a fashionable school at Brighton; learning French, German, and Italian in a style that no Frenchman, German, or Italian could ever comprehend, and to play on the harp and piano after a fashion not the most perfect. Had she been spoilable, this treatment would have spoiled her to perfection; but a genuine nature is not spoiled so easily. By degrees she woke to the conviction, that she was utterly and absolutely ignorant of every thing in the world that could really be called knowledge; and so went to work heroically, and spent the next ten years in trying to make up this deficiency,- partly with the help of an old Dublin-College tutor, who let her into Plato's Greek a little, and gave her a fair bit of geometry. Religiously, she was taught by her parents a moderate form of evangelical Christianity,– not Calvinism, as one might argue from the energy with which she battles with it, as often as it crosses her path, in her “Intuitive Morals” and “Religious Duty.” All her people belonged to the Church of England. Such a thing as dissent had never been known in the family.
Her people were steadily religious people, after the fashion of the English Church. From her earliest years, Frances seems to have been very sensitive to religious impressions, and soon became dimly conscious, that they were sources to her of different feelings than the dutiful attention she saw others give them. Left much to herself by the necessities of her position as the only daughter of the house, robbed by her mother's sickness of the great benefits of her society, she had ample time for meditation, — time which she did not fail to improve. The Bible and the “ Pilgrim's Progress" peopled