Cassandra’s portrait of Jane measures about four inches square,
And is said to be “not such a good likeness.”
For,
It seems,
No eminent painter of the day
Lured the good Miss Austen
To his studio to capture her essence in oils,
No sculptor attempted to hew her form out of cool marble,
And no place was reserved in Poet’s Corner for her tired bones.
Today,
Though,
Walk down Princes Street and observe
The Scott Monument towering majestic,
Old Watty and his faithful hound glaring down at passing shoppers,
Though no ladies queue to stroke the moleskin trousers of
Ivanhoe
And there are precious few television re-enactments of
The Waverley novels
These days.
Published on December 16, 2014 09:08