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City of Dreadful Night January-February 1888 |
A Real Live City The Reflections of a Savage The Council of the Gods On the Banks of the Hughli With the Calcutta Police The City of Dreadful Night Deeper and Deeper Still Concerning Lucia |
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Chapter VIII CONCERNING LUCIA Notes edited by David Page. In preparing these notes, the present Editor has drawn where appropriate on the ORG. References explained in earlier chapters of this series on Calcutta (now Kolkata) are not repeated. |
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Was a lady such a lady, cheeks so round and lips so red, —[Page 261, line 4] Old Park Street Cemetery at the junction of Park Street and Lower Circular Road, labelled “Old Burial Ground”. [See the 1893 map] There are three cemeteries or burial grounds in close proximity here.
On her neck the small face buoyant, like a bell-flower on its bed,
O'er the breast's superb abundance where a man might base his head?
It is curious, on looking back, to think how your essays, "Some Calcutta Graves", sent first myself and then my sister, Mrs. Fleming, over the same ground. There is a marvellous fascination in that Park Street Cemetery where all the used-up machinery of the Empire is put away.[Page 266, lines 7-10] The four-line verse was in memory of Commissioner Patrick Moir, who was Secretary to Lord Minto in 1806 and who was a Commissioner to the Court of Request of Calcutta in 1807. He died in 1810 at the age of 41. [ORG]
[See also Letters Vol 2, Ed. Pinney p.281].
[Page 266, lines 23-26] one hundred and sixteen years ago Kipling was not quite accurate with the figures, but 116 years from 1772 would have been 1888 when he was writing. She died aged 24½. [ORG]
In memory of Lucia, wife of Robert Palk, Esq.,
daughter of the Rev. Dr. Stonhouse.
Born at Northampton, 26th November, 1747.
Deceased June 22nd, 1772.
There follow 20 lines of verse, of which sixteen are quoted on pages 266 and 267. The four remaining lines are:
The grief will weep and friendship heave the sigh;
Tho' wounded memory the fond tear shall shed;
Yet let not fruitless sorrow dim the eye
To teach the living, lie the sacred dead.
On the evening of the 6th of June, 1845, her Majesty, who was at Buckingham Palace for the season, gave another great costume ball, still remembered as her Powder Ball—a name bestowed on it because of the universally-worn powder on hair and periwigs. [Source: the Gutenberg web-site]