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anniversary of Ms birth ., liad been won by an unknown lady _, there ¦ were probably few among its hundred thousand readers ( out of
Scotlandwhere she is well known ) that did not ask " Who is Isa must Craig , be ' ? " " Esau The multitudinous Crai "' and vociferated _aiidience questions of the momen as to t whether thought it
was a man or a woman g , . " A lady , " said sonorous Mr . Phelps , and the vast building- rang * with applause and gallantry .
The Ode was then read , interrupted by repeated applause , which increased at the termination to deafening shouts , and repeated calls
for the author ; who hoAvever was not forthcoming . The assurance that the directors were also disappointed at her absence but " could
not bring her there , " was needed before the vast crowd would be satisfied . -In the meantime , the modest origin of all this
excitement was quietly passing her busy day in London , having thought little or nothing about her Ode since it was sent in , and being
intensely engaged at the time with other work . Not until the evening , when some working man , fresh from Sydenham , called at the house
where Miss Craig resides on business foreign to her , and accidentally alluded to the day ' s event of which he supposed her to be fully
cognizant , did she learn the tidings of her great success . " For doth not son
g , " Is it not " To iven the wherever whole world tears belong can . fall ? g
'' " Wherever Or mirth , and hearts sadness can melt ming , le or as blushe they f low low , ., to all ?
" A heritage " Since this ladhonorably known already to an extensive circle of
public and private y , friends , has suddenly become an object of universal interest to all who care for poetry and Robert Burns , it may interest
our readers to be told that she is a Scotch woman and a native of Edinburgh . While very young she became connected with the chief
poems Scottish , reviews paper , , the and " occasionall Scotsman , " y collected to an which essay dedicated she on graver contrib to uted social Mr . charming matters Hitchie . A volume of these was
poems , , the proprietor of the " Scotsman , " ever her kind and firm friend , and was published by Blackwood under the unassuming title of
" Poems s are by marke Isa . " d It by had great an extensive sweetness circulation and elegance in , Scotland and the , promise and the
poem the of that sympathetic power now fullness so finel of y developed a mind and . In memory the present to which Ode all we the see characteristics of his
details of the Poet ' s life , and all the genius have been familiar from infancy . It is doubly fitting that a Scotch
woman should have won the prize . here In on August what , was 1857 intended , she came to be to but visit a passing a friend soj in ourn London , was , and engaged while
ciation by Mr , . for Hastings the Promotion to assist of him Social in the Science organisation , then about of to the -meet Asso for -
418 Isa Craig And The Prize Poem On Burn...
418 ISA CRAIG AND THE PRIZE POEM ON BURNS .
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Feb. 1, 1859, page 418, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01021859/page/58/
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