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Everard Lindesay Brine

Lieutenant Everard Lindesay BRINE
1/4th Hampshire Regiment

Date of birth: 1 December 1890
Date of death: 24 September 1918

Died of an illness contracted while on active service aged 27
Buried in Tehran War Cemetery.

Everard Lindesay was born in Kensington, the second son of Admiral Lindesay Brine, a Fellow of the Royal Geographical Society, with two published works: “Taiping Rebellion in China” and “Amongst American Indians”,and his wife Emily Ethel Knapton, daughter of a clergyman. He had three older sisters, and a brother.

He was educated at Sherborne, and Christ Church (1909-1912).

The New Age published 29 May 1913, printed the following letter from him.

“WOMEN AND MYSTICISM.”
Sir,
Criticising Miss Underhill’s “ Immanence,” your reviewer remarks, in effect, that no woman can ever be a mystic. Has he forgotten the Christian women mystics, Catherine of Siena, Juliana of Norwich, and others? Why should there not be successors of these? I am not surprised, by the way, that a contemporary accuses THE NEW AGE reviews of ‘‘coarseness.” The phallic-worshippers are naturally indignant with those who do not revere the sacred emblem.
EVERARD L. BRINE.

He joined the 4th Battalion [Territorial] the Hampshire Regiment on 17 August 1915 and served in Mesopotamia in 1915, and Persia in 1917. He died in Persia [Iran] on 24 September 1918. His Estate amounted to £1658 8s 1d, and Administration was granted to his mother.

After his death, it appears that some of his poems had been collected and these were published in 1921. The following review was published in The New Age
dated 9 June 1921:

EVERARD LINDESAY BRINE. Poems. (Blackwell, Oxford. 2s. 6d. net.)

“The author was a young officer and a victim of the War, who died in 1918. There is nothing in the book to indicate exceptional ability. The best poem is entitled “New College Gardens : Spring,” and begins :

Over me the sky washed blue with April,
Brown trees green and silver in the spring light;
Under me the grass white-flecked and odorous,
All about me glimpses of blue hyacinths.”

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