On this, the 237th anniversary of Jane Austen’s birth I offer her eldest brother James’ poem, as it was penned by him after her death in 1817.
In her, rare union, were combined a fair form, and a fairer mind;
Hers fancy quick, and clear good sense,
And wit which never gave offence;
A heart as warm as ever beat, A temper even; calm & sweet.
Though quick & keen her mental eye Poor nature’s foibles to espy,
And seemed forever on the watch,
Some trails of ridicule to catch
Yet not a word she ever penned
Which hurt the feelings of a friend.
If you’d like to spend a little more time with Jane today, pour yourself a nice cup of tea and go to AUSTENTICITY.COM, the everything Austen site.