112.To Ellen J. Millington3
MS Princeton University, Parrish Collection, C0171: Box 29
Otterbourne
March 9th [?1854]
My dear Miss Millington
This is a very amusing chapter, and I am glad to hear that Blue Mantle4 directed you to the right quarter for the next subject to be entered into heraldry.5 It seems to be an inexhaustible fund of curious information. I am overhurried today so pray excuse my blundering
Yours sincerely
C M Yonge
113.Frances Mary Yonge to Alice Arbuthnot Moberly
MS location unknown. Printed in Dulce Domum 111-2.
May 1854
My dear Alice,
I wrote instantly to thank Dr. Moberly for his good news, but the cart was missed on Sunday morning. Tell us if Margaret has seen the brother1, and what she said of him, and tell us who the boy is like and whether he is large or small, dark or fair. Three days of well-doing make us think you will soon be ready for ‘Heartsease’; there will be plenty for you to begin upon. I am bent upon Charlotte seeing all she can of Bishop Selwyn, and trust to Dr. Moberly to manage it for her, and must have her see Mrs. Selwyn somehow.
114.To Jemima Blackburn
MS University of Illinois, Urbana Champaign: Letter 3.
Otterbourn
May 26th [1854]
My dear Mrs Blackburn
Many thanks for your photograph which I am very glad to possess, as it is pleasant to have more than a visionary notion what one is writing to. 2
I cannot find any authority for Tom Thumb’s father being a miller, in one of your books he is a ploughman in the other a woodman, and in Grimm a peasant, so as he seemed to be quite well to do, with a cow and team of horses, I concluded he was a forest farmer.
The last chapter is terribly destitute of authority, but it struck me that you could make such a funny sketch of the little face looking out of the longtailed tit’s nest.
Mab’s state chariot shall be the snail shell, her everyday one the hazel nut. By the by, Tom’s proportions vary shockingly, if he was really as big as a /man’s\ thumb he could never have got into a snail shell, and not very well have ridden on a butterfly, at least not an English one, and even on an Atlas moth I am puzzled to know what he did with his legs. However the butterfly is indispensable, and I hope you will make it a peacock. For my pleasure I will put him for once on a dragon fly. Those bats’ wings were a piece of stupidity of mine a mixture of the bats’ downy bodies and the coats Titania ordered for her small elves, which somehow I had imagined fur coats. I suppose it will be better to keep these fairies quite apart from that unsatisfactory race of ‘Good people’ that live in hollow shew and pay the teind3 - their legends have an awfulness about them that exemplifies Mr Ruskin’s theory of the terrific shadowy grotesque play of Northern nations.
I am going from home for a week this afternoon, after which I must give the final touches to my new tale ‘Heartsease or the Brother’s Wife’, and then will set on at Tom and do him, or at least his rough copy, I hope by the time you are ready for him. I think the German scenery best suits the storks, though I always think of them on the top of a column in some book of travels in Palmyra I fancy. I wonder why they do not come here, I wish they would. Indeed I must defend my Babel lion as the wild beasts of the desert certainly do meet the wild beasts of the island in the prophecy, and we know it was a hunting ground of the Sassanid Kings, so that there is full authority for the likelihood of lions being there, besides Sir R Porter having seen them.1 I believe it is true that the Xtian Year has grown into my mind. I only wish it had into the rest of me, so I do not deny the having thought out of it, but I uphold there being full foundation for the Lion, apart from that.2 Thank you too for the paraphrases, I think I like one from Job the best. If you are ever in want of small verses for small children, I never met any so pretty as ‘Moral Songs’ by Mrs Alexander,3 published I think by Masters. It is quite a little book about 1/6 I think not at all in the hymn line nor doctrinal, but about being afraid in the dark, about little birds, field mice, sunbeams, village wells &c, very simple and poetical like a better tone of some of the ‘Original poems’4 I grew up upon. I cannot lay my hand on Lady Bertha’s Honey Broth, but I think the publisher is Cundall. The story is, wonderful to say, by Dumas, and very funny and good. There are other translations, but this is the one for delightful illustrations
Yours sincerely
C M Yonge
The Honey broth is published By Chapman and Hall price 1/6, the illustration by Berthall
115.To Elizabeth Roberts
MS Huntington Library: Yonge Letters5
June 5th [1854]
My dear Miss Roberts,
I have nothing to say in excuse for myself, but that somehow I had the impression of having written to thank you for the two last Cathedrals, so that between putting off at first and forgetting after wards, it has been neglected, and I am very sorry for it. We read them at the time with much interest and I shall be glad to use them when the time for them comes. Your Ramble in the Heather is very pretty and fresh, and there is always a new interest in botanical sketches where each observer speaks for herself. I have some papers on botany for present use however and fear that I must defer these likewise until next year, so as not to give too much on the same subject.
Welsh names are so poetical when translated that I should think them a great addition to the Garland, which I hope still may some time or other find its way to the world I forget whether I answered your question about the Glastonbury thorn, it is like an ordinary hawthorn in all but its budding at Christmas, a fashion followed by all its grafts. I hope better days may some day rise before Wales. Earnestness would I suppose do great things there as else where, and these are above all things, days in which not to ‘shrink and say t’is [sic] vain’1, and I hope in a day or two to see one of those sons of the Church who best shews forth the living and working power. Bishop Selwyn is to be at Winchester on Wednesday, and hearing as we have done of all his labours among the isles of the sea, it is almost like seeing one of the mighty men of old, there is a practical hard working spirit in his doings that is good to set before the world. To contrast Church matters with what they were twenty years ago shews us how much has been done, and how true and living is the grace within our Church working unto the end. But as four little girls have just walked in to drink tea, I must finish
Yours sincerely
C M Yonge
What will you think of me, I have mislaid your address and must direct to Carlisle
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