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133.To Anne Yonge


MS West Devon Record Office Acc 1092/141
Error! Bookmark not defined.Otterbourn

March 31st [1855]


My dear Anne

I do not like that you should not find a note at least to greet you on your return home on Tuesday to tell you that we are thinking of you and feeling with you and yet I hardly dare to say the last. Julian will write to Uncle Yonge on Monday, he had fully meant to set out on that day to be with you, but he got a chill at Mrs Heathcote’s funeral which has brought back his old enemy, and he has been so uncomfortable today that we did not like to think of his travelling on Monday, and so Uncle Yonge’s kind letter to him is a relief, though we cannot but be sorry too that one of us should not be with you, as in the sorrows we have shared together before. I do not think anyone could have known her without feeling the sweetness and gracious refinement of her nature, and it was one that those who knew best saw most loveliness in, the reserve only hiding more of what was pure and loving, the spring of all the rest. I suppose none ever kept their white robes more free from stain, and indeed the white flowers do suit her well.


The first snowdrop I heard of this year was gathered to be laid beside Jane Wither, how little I thought how it would be before snowdrops were over. Next week will be a good week for you with the mourning season coming comfortingly, and to hearts that resign themselves without selfish repining that peace comes. You and Mary will, if possible, be knit closer than ever together by the link between you being in Heaven, and I do think that in all the joys that a fine day or a beautiful scene of nature brings the sense of those we love being in the more perfect joy encreases [sic] the delight rather than lessens it. But I know you have more sources of comfort than I can express, and that in the midst you have peace that cannot be taken from you. The earthly comfort of all being that you have each other to think for. I will take your message to Susan Whorley, I saw her yesterday, and she sent her duty to you, evidently wishing to make it a great deal more, and lamenting herself at being selfish in wishing for you, when your own family must want you so much. The old woman was more alive than usual. The nephew said to be killed has come out with one leg, and Mrs Knight has had a letter from her son said to be dead. We have given your message to Alice and I daresay you will hear from her about the Bishop’s visit.
Imagine my surprise at having a letter from himself by this post, written on board the D of Portland, giving us a blessing that warms our hearts. Some day you may see it perhaps. He says the S cross is actually gone, he hopes 200 miles before him. Does not all this see to you to have happened in some former life, and as if all your own was changed? If I could only be more to you, but I always do hate myself so for only talking of my own concerns and stuff, instead of letting other people talk of theirs, and the more I love people the more I do it. How many nights of your visit I wasted in nonsense! I have a letter from poor Cordelia Colborne today, I suppose she never had so near a grief since her childhood
One of the chief things I like to think of in our dear one is that perfect trust and calm resolution when the operation was impending. There never was more perfect resignation of will and calm confidence, I suppose the effect being produced the trial was sufficient – if we may dare to say so, as Abraham’s was1
your most affectionate

C M Yonge


Don’t let writing to us be a distress because you think it would be unkind not. Write when you feel it to be more relief than pain, but I cannot bear that you should be burthened by it. How those lines of Italian will be endeared to us now.

134.From the Reverend John Keble to Charlotte Mary Yonge


MS location unknown. Printed in Musings over the Christian Year xxxviii.
H.V.,

11th May, 55.


My dear Charlotte,

I have sent the MRS. off to repose,2 and here are two lines in her name and mine to say that though the new ending has its amusement and interest, we much prefer the old one, which to me seems remarkably felicitious.3 The new one is liable, I think, to one or two criticisms. There is rather an excess of poetical justice, almost as in a child’s book; and the episode of Lord St. E., and Helen, gathered into so short a space, will to most appear improbable. On the whole, though I am glad to have read or heard it, I think it will be better left out; any points in it which may have taken hold of your fancy may be inserted here and there as they may seem opportune, but remember you do not rhyme to that dull elf who cannot figure to himself a great many things such as you have there set down . . .4


I am always, My dear child, affectionately yours,

J. K.


135.To an Unknown Woman


MS formerly in the Royal Institution of Cornwall, Enys No. 14285
Dogmersfield

May 31st [1855-9]2


Madam

I am much obliged for your great kindness in allowing my mother and myself the perusal of the enclosed valuable letter. I have been from home for some days, or I would sooner have returned it, and expressed our best thanks for the favour of its perusal


yours much obliged

C M Yonge



136.To Alice Arbuthnot Moberly


MS location unknown. This fragment printed in Dulce Domum 121-2.
Otterbourne,

June 1855.


My dear Alice,

I hope George is feeling the freshness of these nice cool days3, and Mrs. Moberly is contented and happy without the babies, who by Mary and Edith's account must be very funny, especially Edward. What a pleasure it will be to see George at Winchester again, and to hear of all your doings, by which I hope ‘The Daisy Chain’ will profit, as it has a Commemoration in it. ‘Cleve Hall’ I like very much, I think the best of Miss Sewell's stories.4 . . .We had a nice visit from Dora, Kitty, Annie, and Johnnie last week, and we all joined Mr. Bigg-Wither and the Miss Yards and walked to Brambridge Gardens; there was a very hot sun and a thunderstorm - not quite enough to satisfy you, but enough to flatter the children with the hope of being rained up at Otterbourne, in which case I think Miss Cowing would have been in a tolerable state of alarm. I should have liked to have heard that Sea-King lecture.




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