
Essie B. Cheesborough, whose full name was Esther Blythe Cheesborough, was born in 1826 in Charleston, South Carolina and died there on December 29, 1905. She was an American poet and writer associated with the literary culture of the antebellum and post–Civil War South. Her work circulated widely in magazines and journals during the nineteenth century, though she never collected her writing into a book during her lifetime. She wrote under several pen names, including Motte Hall, Elma South, Ide Delmar, and the initials E. B. C. (Wikipedia)
Cheesborough grew up in a well-connected Charleston family. Her father, John W. Cheesborough, was a shipping merchant, and her mother had been born in Liverpool, England. She received much of her education through private tutors in Charleston and in Philadelphia, which was typical for women of her social class during the period. From an early age she began writing poetry and prose, gradually publishing under pseudonyms in literary periodicals. (Wikipedia)
Her writing career developed in the literary circles of the American South before and after the Civil War. She became a regular contributor to the Southern Literary Gazette, edited by the Reverend William C. Richards, and continued contributing when the poet Paul Hamilton Hayne later assumed the editorship. Her work also appeared in Russell’s Magazine and other Southern journals, including Land We Love. These publications placed her within the group of writers often connected to the late-nineteenth-century Southern literary tradition that emerged around Charleston and other cultural centers of the region. (Wikipedia)
The Civil War formed the backdrop of the literary world in which Cheesborough worked. Unlike many figures in war literature, she did not have a military career herself. Her connection to the war and to military themes came through the Southern literary network that shaped Confederate cultural identity. She worked alongside writers who were directly involved in the conflict, most notably Hayne and Henry Timrod, both of whom were closely associated with Confederate poetry. Cheesborough was considered one of the last collaborators of this circle of Southern poets. Through her magazine contributions she helped sustain the literary environment that preserved Confederate memory and Southern identity in the decades after the war. (Wikipedia)
After the war she continued writing and publishing regularly. Her work appeared in periodicals beyond the South, including The Watchman, a weekly journal published in New York by the Reverend Charles Deems. She also contributed to magazines such as Family Journal, Wood’s Household Magazine, and Demorest’s. Her writing covered a wide range of subjects—literary commentary, political discussion, religious reflections, and poetry—demonstrating the flexible role of nineteenth-century magazine writers who moved between genres. Contemporary observers described her style as fluent and straightforward, avoiding the elaborate language that was fashionable in some Victorian writing. (Wikipedia)
Although she produced a large amount of work, Cheesborough never published a single volume of poetry or collected writings. Much of her output remained scattered across newspapers and journals. Because of this, her reputation faded more quickly than that of some of her contemporaries. Still, within the literary culture of Charleston she was remembered as a long-standing contributor to Southern letters and as a writer who bridged the pre-war and post-war literary worlds. (Wikipedia)
She spent most of her life in Charleston and died there in 1905. Her legacy lies less in a single famous poem than in her role as a persistent voice in nineteenth-century American periodicals and as a participant in the Southern literary network shaped by the Civil War and its aftermath. Through her work in magazines and her connection with poets like Hayne and Timrod, Cheesborough remained part of the cultural memory of the Confederate-era literary movement long after the war itself had ended. (Wikipedia)
Charleston..
Essie B. Cheesborough
Proudly she stands by the crystal sea,
With the fires of hate around her,
But a cordon of love as strong as fate,