MS location unknown. Printed in Coleridge, Life 189-9
Otterbourne
1853
My dear Marianne
That Bild-worship question is, as you know, a puzzle to me; I am not quite sure that Dorothea1 is an exemplification of it, because her Bilds were not so much Bilds as human attachments. Mr. Llewellyn was her lover, and it was marrying love she had for him; on Owen she fastened herself with something of maternal spoiling; her real reliance was on Bertram Charlecote, and he died instead of disappointing her. I believe she put her trust for happiness rather than for guidance, and I suspect it was idols rather than popes that she made, the true genuine safe confidence in Bertram being a different and soberer thing than her feeling for either of the Llewellyns. Of course, example and all we are told about it shows that, to a certain extent, Bilds are right, but somehow, whether it may be coldness or self-sufficiency I don't know; I don't think I go as far in it as you do in theory. I know women have a tendency that way, and it frightens me, because the most sensible and strong-minded are liable to be led astray; but I do not think it is such an order of nature as to make it a thing to be preached against and struggled against. I always remember one of Dr. Pusey's letters that speaks of the desire for guidance, a good thing in itself, turning to be a temptation. I am very much afraid of live Bilds; you say, what makes you safe, have a standard external to your Bild, and do not make the Bild the standard, but I think considering the way of womenkind, that should be the prominent maxim, not only the qualifying one. You being strong and sensible yourself, the Bild worship has done you no harm, but for women with less soundness, to carry it as far as you do would be dangerous: I believe that is the mind of your impertinent Slave. The holy saving example in living people is what I fully recognise as you spoke of it, and I think you will see it in what Dorothea is to Lucy, or what Guy was to Charles, but there I think it ought to stop, and pope-making be treated in different degrees as silly, melancholy, or wrong, an infirmity.
I fancy all this is very arrogant, especially as I really do not know how far a woman's strength of sense and discrimination goes, and have no certainty of not going off headlong into something very foolish, fancying it right. I don't think I could while I have papa to steady me, but I don't hold that as worship, first because he is my father, and second because I don't think he is my pope. Whether I have said what I mean I don't know.
your most affectionate
C. M. Yonge
MS location unknown. This fragment printed in Romanes, Appreciation, 69
[January 1854]
Thank you, I have seen the Times.1 Sir William Heathcote told me there was such an article, but he had not had time to read it, so I had to wait till morning in doubt whether it would be knock-down one, and it was rather a relief that it was not all abuse. It is very amusing to see how Miss Wellwood2 comes in for exactly the same abuse as if she was alive, and with the same discrimination as to facts. It seems to me exactly the world's judgment of Guy and Philip - loving Guy and not understanding him, and sympathizing with Philip as more comprehensible. However, Marianne's son3 cannot be disliked, in spite of his principles - a great triumph for her.
MS Huntington Library: Yonge Letters
Otterbourn
Jany 16th [1854]
Dear Miss Roberts,
I hope your correspondence with Mr Neale has been satisfactory, and also with Mr Mozley. If you have not heard from him yet, I should think you had better write again and ask his decision. Certainly I think it would not do to dwell on the other name of the Arbor Vitae, the Legend of the Blessed Thistle I do not know. I had not heard that the Wren was our Lady’s bird, though I have all my life known a rhyme said to be the cause that deters boys from robbing the red breast and the wren saying that
Robin and Jenny Wren
Are God almighty’s cock and hen
It would not do to quote, but it seems as in the case of the Lotus Corniculatus they must have been transferred at the Reformation. Are not St Cuthbert’s beads fossil ammonites, I fancied they were and that tradition declared them to be snakes turned to stone, do not the notes to Marmion say so. But I have no right to talk about them from my South country.
Thanks for the promise of Carlisle Cathedral, I shall much like to see the paper, my recollections are vivid of the poor Cathedral. By your account the Puritans must have left behind them the temper that battered down its nave, but the decking it for the first time may I hope be the beginning of a revival of better things. Winchester is at present much interested in a new organ for the Cathedral, which Dr Wesley4 has persuaded them to have, and hopes to have finished by Easter. There have been great debates whether the place for it should continue on the north side of the choir, or be removed to the west screen, the usual situation, but expense has decided in favour of the present locality, and though I believe it is bad taste I am one of those who rejoice in it, I like the full unbroken line, from the west door to the beautiful east window above the Lady Chapel. Not that this is our longest Cathedral view, from one of the side west doors there is a view up to the end of Langton’s chapel at the east end, the longest I believe of any Cathedral in England. Glastonbury must have been nearly the same length, but alas! that is only to be traced by its broken walls. The view of Winchester is just now much hurt by the repairs Lord Guildford has been inflicting on St Cross, filling up places in the tower with cement, which has whitened it so much that I would hardly have recognised it as the little square grey tower that I have known all my life as an attendant on the Cathedral.1 I hope it will soon tone down, and any further damage has happily been stopped for the present
Yours sincerely
C M Yonge
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