James Brunton Stephens
Biography of James Brunton Stephens
James Brunton Stephens was a Scottish-born Australian poet, author of Convict Once.
Stephens was born at Borrowstounness, on the Firth of Forth, Scotland; the son of John Stephens, the parish schoolmaster, and his wife Jane, née Brunton. J. B. Stephens was educated at his father's school, then at a free boarding school and at the University of Edinburgh from 1849 to 1854 without obtaining a degree. For three years he was a travelling tutor on the continent, and from 1859 became a school teacher in Scotland. While teaching at Greenock Academy in Greenock, Stephens wrote some minor verse and two short novels ('Rutson Morley' and 'Virtue Le Moyne') which were published in Sharpe's London Magazine in 1861-63.
Career in Australia
Stephens migrated to Queensland, Australia, in 1866 possibly for health reasons. He was a tutor with the Barker family of squatters at Tamrookum station for some time and in 1870 entered the Queensland education department. He had experience as a teacher at Stanthorpe and was afterwards in charge of the school at Ashgrove, near Brisbane. Representations were then made to the premier, Sir Thomas McIlwraith, that a man of Stephens's ability was being wasted in a small school, and in 1883 a position was found for him as a correspondence clerk in the colonial secretary's department. He afterwards rose to be undersecretary to the chief secretary's department. Before coming to Australia Stephens had done a little writing for popular magazines, and in 1871 his first volume of poems, Convict Once, was published by Macmillan and Company, which immediately proclaimed him to be an Australian poet of importance. In 1873 a long poem, The Godolphin Arabian, was published. These were followed by The Black Gin and other Poems, 1873, and Miscellaneous Poems, 1880. The first collected edition of his poems was published in 1885, others followed in 1888, 1902 and 1912. Of these the 1902 edition is the most complete. After Stephens entered the colonial secretary's department in 1883 he was unable to do much literary work though he wrote occasionally for the press. He was suffering for some time from angina pectoris before his sudden death on 29 June 1902. He married on 10 November 1876, Rosalie Mary Donaldson, who survived him with four daughters and one son.
Stephens was a man of medium height "with the face of a poet". Simple and natural in manner, he was modest about his own work. His over-sensitiveness to the sufferings of others made it difficult for him to resist appeals for charity to the extent of damaging his own fortunes. He was sometimes exuberant and full of humour, though occasionally the pendulum swung the other way. His sense of duty kept him working during his last illness to the end. No doubt his official papers exercised his literary talent, but it was not the best preparation for poetry of which he wrote little in later years. However, though new men were arising, he remained the representative man of letters in Australia until his death. His witty and humorous light verse is very good. Despite all changes of fashion, such poems as "The Power of Science" and "My other Chinese Cook", can still evoke laughter. The Godolphin Arabian in the metre and style of Byron's Beppo goes on its pleasant rhyming way for about three thousand lines and is still readable, but as it is not included in any collected edition, will be forgotten. Convict Once, remains one of the few long Australian poems of merit, technically it is a lesson to those writers who think it is easy to write in a long metre. Much of his other verse is admirable in its simplicity and dignity. He remained a Briton and there is little trace of his adopted country in his poetry, but his poems on federation "The Dominion of Australia" and "The Dominion" have the restrained enthusiasm that belongs to true patriotism. Perhaps if there had been less restraint and more of the surge of emotion, Stephens might have been a better poet, but his place among nineteenth century Australian men of letters will always be an honoured one. Apart from his poetry, he published a short novel, A Hundred Pounds, the libretto of an opera, and a few poetry pamphlets not already mentioned are listed in Percival Serle's Bibliography of Australasian Poetry and Verse.
James Brunton Stephens's Works:
Convict Once (1871)
The Godolphin Arabian (1873)
The Black Gin and other Poems (1873)
Miscellaneous Poems (1880)
A Hundred Pounds
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James Brunton Stephens Poems
The night was creeping on the ground; She crept and did not make a sound Until she reached the tree, and then She covered it, and sole again
Off The Track
Oh where the deuce is the track, the track? Round an' round, an' forrard, an' back! “Keep the sun on yer right,” they said— But, hang it, he's gone an' got over my head!
I. Biggs was missing: Biggs had vanished; all the town was in a ferment; For if ever man was looked to for an edifying end, With due mortuary outfit, and a popular interment,
De mortuis nil ni- Si bonum: R.I.P.:— No more upbraid him:— Nay, rather plead his cause
Hark how the tremulous night-wind is passing in joy-laden sighs; Soft through my window it comes, like the fanning of pinions angelic, Whispering to cease from myself, and look out on the infinite skies.
A Son Of The Soil
Said the Preacher “All is Vanity!”—appending as a reason That the things we find our pleasure in are bound to pass and pall;
The Southern Cross
(A Frustration) Four stars on Night's brow, or Night's bosom, Whichever the reader prefers; Or Night without either may do some,
Spirit And Star
Through the bleak cold voids, through the wilds of space, Trackless and starless, forgotten of grace,— Through the dusk that is neither day nor night, Through the grey that is neither dark nor light
Spirit Of Song
Where is thy dwelling-place? Echo of sweetness, Seraph of tenderness, where is thy home? Angel of happiness, herald of fleetness, Thou hast the key of the star-blazon'd dome.
Nigh the cross with sorrow laden, Weeping stood the Mother-maiden While her Son in torment hung: Sadly moaning, deeply wailing
The Courtship Of The Future
HE. “What is a kiss?”—Why, long ago, When pairs, as we, a-wooing sat, They used to put their four lips. . . . so, . . .
Born Before His Time
Brown was weeping; likewise cursing; and with amplitude of reason; For a letter had been handed him that very afternoon
A Brisbane Reverie
As I sit beside my little study window, looking down From the heights of contemplation (attic front) upon the town
From An Upper Verandah
What happier haunt could the gods allot For loftiest musing to sage or bard?— Yet I would that this upper verandah did not Look down on my beautiful Neighbour's Back-yard!
The Dark Companion
There is an orb that mocked the lore of sages
Long time with mystery of strange unrest;
The steadfast law that rounds the starry ages
Gave doubtful token of supreme behest.
But they who knew the ways of God unchanging,
Concluded some far influence unseen --
Some kindred sphere through viewless ethers ranging,
Whose strong persuasions spanned the void between.