My knowledge of life was bounded by
visits to Madison and Milwaukee, Chi-
cago, and some lesser villages; and by
books I had read and letters I had re-
ceived from more or less intellectual
people. The works of Gautier, Dau-
det, Ouida, with a bit of Shakespeare,
Swinburne, and Byron. (I had never
possessed an entire volume of any of
these poets.) no doubt lent to my
vivid imagination and temperamental
nature the flame which produced the
censured verses. Were I to live my
life over, with the wisdom of years and
the knowledge of the world to start
with, I surely would not publish
"Poems of Passion." Yet looking
back across the years and realizing all
that has ensued since that day, I feel
that it was one of the stairs by which
I was ordained to climb out of ob-
scurity and poverty, through painfully
glaring and garish light, into a clearer
and higher atmosphere and a larger
world of usefulness.
It is interesting to note that with the
first proceeds of the book the author was
able to rebuild her old home, which had
been fast falling into decay.
The story of her romantic engagement
and happy marriage Mrs. Wilcox tells in
a good deal of detail. The last part of the
book is largely taken up with spiritualistic
experiences, which she narrates in arrest-
ing detail. She also tells of some of her
experiences in wartime in France.