Poetry:
The Bells: A Collection of Chimes, 1855
The Ballad of Babie Bell, and Other Poems, 1859
Cloth of Gold, and Other Poems, 1874
Flower and Thorn: Later Poems, 1877
Mercedes, and Later Lyrics, 1884
Wyndham Towers, 1890
Unguarded Gates, and Other Poems, 1895
Judith and Holofernes, 1896
The Poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich, 1897
Long Fiction:
The Story of a Bad Boy, 1869
Prudence Palfrey, 1874
The Queen of Sheba, 1877
The Stillwater Tragedy, 1880
The Second Son, 1888 (with Margaret Oliphant)
Short Fiction:
Out of His Head: A Romance, 1862
Marjorie Daw, and Other People, 1873
Two Bites at a Cherry, with Other Tales, 1893
A Sea Turn, and Other Matters, 1902
Nonfiction:
From Ponkapog to Pesth, 1883
An Old Town by the Sea, 1893
Ponkapog Papers, 1903
Thomas Bailey Aldrich (AWL-drihch), poet, editor, and story writer, was born in the harbor town of Portsmouth, New Hampshire, on November 11, 1836. The son of Elias Taft Aldrich and Sarah Abba Bailey Aldrich, Thomas spent his early years in New York City, New Orleans, and other parts of the United States. In 1849, he returned to Portsmouth to prepare for Harvard College and to live in the Nutter House, which he describes so vividly in The Story of a Bad Boy. There he was a pupil of Samuel De Merritt, a famous schoolmaster of the time.
Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Instead of going to college to study literature, he went to New York to clerk for his uncle, James Frost. In the metropolis, Aldrich worked diligently in the counting house, but he also had time to write poetry. Some of these early poems were published under various pseudonyms. In 1855 he gained nationwide acclaim for his “Ballad of Babie Bell,” which he wrote on the backs of bills of lading during his working hours. Meanwhile he had become a member of a bohemian group of writers, among whom were Walt Whitman and Bayard Taylor.
He started his work with the press with a position on the staff of the Home Journal. In 1861, during the Civil War, he went to the front with the Army of the Potomac as a reporter. In 1863 he began his distinguished editorial career as managing editor of theIllustrated News. Later he moved to Boston as editor of Every Saturday.
Meanwhile he had been writing and publishing poems, stories, and novels, some of which had appeared in The Atlantic Monthly. This magazine was his favorite place of publication for the rest of his career, where his predominantly genteel audience enjoyed his serialized novels and his witty, well-crafted stories with surprise endings. In 1881, when his friend William Dean Howells resigned his position as editor of The Atlantic Monthly, Aldrich was named to succeed him. He held this position for nine years, his successful tenure enhancing his status as a writer. After giving up this position he spent his time in traveling and at his home at Tenant’s Harbor on the coast of Maine. Aldrich died in Boston on March 19, 1907.
During the later half of the nineteenth century Aldrich was regarded as one of the United States’ best-known literary figures. In 1855, at age nineteen, he was already a popular success as a poet. He became known for his delicacy and precision of language. In 1865 his collected poems were published in the prestigious Ticknor and Fields Blue and Gold series. His collections of verse include Cloth of Gold, and Other Poems, Mercedes, and Later Lyrics, and Wyndham Towers. Among his most popular lyrics are “Hesperides,” “When the Sultan Goes to Ispahan,” “Before the Rain,” “Tiger Lilies,” “Destiny,” and “The Bells at Midnight”–the latter a poem written on the death of Abraham Lincoln. Two of his novels, Prudence Palfrey and The Stillwater Tragedy, were extremely popular in their day. He also wrote numerous short stories, of which “Marjorie Daw” is probably the best known.
Aldrich’s reputation, however, fell after his death. Critics believed he had nothing profound to say to the modern, post-World War I reader. Now he is primarily interesting to those who study the relationship between the genteel tradition and the growth of realism and for his influence on other writers in his time.