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Original paragraph in
The Evening Star - Thursday, May 30, 1895
The Evening Star - Thursday, May 30, 1895
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The Australasian - Saturday, May 11, 1895
The Australasian - Saturday, May 11, 1895
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Mrs Wilde is a good deal to be pitied, although she can hardly have been entirely blind to what was going on. She is a charming woman—a
bit affected, perhaps, and not very bright. Whatever happens she will have her own income, £600 a year, left to her by her father, Horace Lloyd, a County
Court judge. That miserable young scapegrace, Lord Alfred Douglas, inherits dubious moral proclivities. His mother, who divorced the Marquis of
Queensberry, was the daughter of Alfred Montgomery, a famous old beau and bon vivant, illegitimate son of the Marquis Wellesley. Most of the persons
concerned in the great action have odd ancestors. Nothing finer than Mr Edward Carson's cross-examination of Oscar has been seen in the courts since
Coleridge's handling of the Tichborne claimant. The rapid rise and marvellous success of Carson at the Bar is like what one reads in a novel with a
barrister for hero. He got a splendid advertisement as Crown Prosecutor under the late Government in the coercion era, his name becoming very familiar to
the public, while the work he had to do was the best possible legal training. The almost simultaneous retirement from practice of Frank Lockwood, Lord
Russell, and Sir "Bob" Reid was most fortunate for Carson also; he indeed has virtually stepped into Lockwood's and Russell's position already, and at
forty-three years of age bids fair to be leader of the English Bar before long. His first great brief was in a sense a political or anti-Radical one, on
behalf of the 'Evening News' and "Post,' sued for libel by a low-class demagogue—Havelock Wilson, M.P. Carson's masterly exposure of Wilson and his Seamen
and Firemen's Union made his reputation. I am told that there are a dozen barristers at the Irish Bar quite as capable as Mr Carson, and earning on an
average £150 a year. It has been so for centuries.
Nothing finer than Edward Carson's cross-examination of Oscar has been seen in the courts since Coleridge's handling of the Tichborne
"claimant." The rapid rise and marvellous success of Carson at the bar is like what one reads in a novel with a barrister for hero. He got a splendid
advertisement as Crown prosecutor under the late Government in the coercion era, his name becoming very familiar to the public, while the work he had to
do was the best possible legal training. The almost simultaneous retirement from practice of Lockwood, Lord Russell, and Sir "Rob" Reid was most fortunate
for Carson also; he, indeed, has virtually "stepped into" Lockwood's and Russell's positions already, and, at 43 years of age, bids fair to be "leader" of
the English bar before long. His first great brief was in a sense a political or anti-Radical one, on behalf of the Evening News and Post, sued for libel
by a low class demagogue, Havelock Wilson, M.P. Carson's masterly exposure of Wilson and his "Seamen's and Firemen's Union" made his reputation. I am told
that there are a dozen barristers at the Irish bar quite as capable as Mr. Carson and earning on an average £l50 a year. It has been so for centuries.
Oscar Wilde's eclipse and disappearance, although deserved, will be a loss to the amusable world, in which he had undoubtedly made a
name. A distinct blotch of genius—true genius—was discernible in him. There is the authentic story of his looking at his wife, nursing their eldest boy in
her arms, and saying: "Now for the first time I can understand how the figure of the Madonna and the Child has kept the fiction of Christianity alive for
two thousand years." His epigrams were a trick, but often bright enough.—'Argus' Correspondent.
Oscar Wilde's eclipse and disappearance, although deserved, will be a loss to the amusable world, in which he had undoubtedly made a name.
A distinct blotch of genius - true genius - was discernible in him. There is the authentic story of his looking at his wife, nursing their eldest boy in
her arms, and saying, "Now, for the first time, I can understand how the figure of the Madonna and the Child has kept the fiction of Christianity alive
for two thousand years." His epigrams were a trick, but often bright enough.