1830–1897

Introduction

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Born: May 5, 1830, Doug­las, Isle of Man.

Died: Oc­to­ber 29, 1897, Clif­ton Col­lege, Bris­tol, while ad­dress­ing stu­dents there on the theme of The Ideal Clif­ton.

Biography

Sixth of ten child­ren, Brown was the son of Ro­bert Brown, in­cum­bent of St. Mat­thew’s Church. His mo­ther was a Thom­son, of Scot­tish ex­trac­tion, though born on the Isle of Man. When he was two years old, his fa­ther became vicar of Kirk Brad­dan, near Doug­las.

At age 15, Tho­mas was en­rolled at King Will­iam’s Col­lege. In Oc­to­ber 1849, he was ad­mitt­ed as a ser­vi­tor at Christ Church, Ox­ford; he took a Dou­ble First in 1853. In April 1854, he was elect­ed a Fel­low of Ori­el.

He was or­dained a deacon, but ne­ver took kind­ly to the life of an Ox­ford Fel­low, and af­ter a few terms of pri­vate tui­tion he re­turned to the Isle of Man as Vice-Prin­ci­pal of King Will­iam’s Col­lege.

In 1857, he mar­ried his cou­sin, Miss Stow­ell, in the li­ttle church of Kirk Maug­hold.

In 1863, he left King Will­iam’s Col­lege to be­come head mas­ter of the Crypt School at Glou­ces­ter. In 1864, Dr. Per­ci­val (later Bi­shop of Here­ford) re­cruit­ed him for the staff at Clif­ton Col­lege, Bris­tol, where Per­ci­val had just become head mas­ter.

In 1892, his health fail­ing, Brown re­tired from Clif­ton and re­turned to the Isle of Man, though he oc­ca­sion­al­ly vis­it­ed Clift­on.

Despite his long aca­de­mic ca­reer, his­to­ry prob­ab­ly re­mem­bers Brown best for his po­et­ry.

Poem

The Prayers

I was in Hea­ven one day when all the prayers
Came in, and angels bore them up the stairs
Unto a place where he
Who was ordained such ministry
Should sort them so that in that palace bright
The presence-chamber might be duly dight;
For they were like to flowers of various bloom;
And a divinest fragrance filled the room.

Then did I see how the great sorter chose
One flower that seemed to me a hedgeling rose,
And from the tangled press
Of that irregular loveliness
Set it apart—and—This, I heard him say,
Is for the Master: so upon his way
He would have passed; then I to him—
Whence is this rose?
O thou of cherubim the chiefest?

Know’st thou not? he said and smiled,
This is the first prayer of a little child.

Thomas Edward Brown
Old John and Other Poems, 1893

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