And on another note, here’s something from Littel’s Living Age, which was a collection of the Best American Newspaper Writing in the 1800s. (Omg, it’s so Bostonian. Terrible poetry, affecting tales of familial responsibility, overwhelming love for Lajos Kossuth, and accounts of the dangers of Irish crime.) I don’t know what exactly sparked this poem and don’t want to hazard any false guesses but since it’s mid-nineteenth-century usage of characters from the Three Musketeers in tragic poetry, I figured it might be of interest to some of my readers.
Just a little reminder…
