Michael D.Heath-Caldwell M.Arch.

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118 Regent St

26^th July 1845

J Medwin[?] presents his compliments to Mr Marsh, he had made arrangements to have the [Vols?] new [frontere, frontpiece?] by [Saturday?] according to the first order and they are now finished, but was unable from the [shortness?] of time to get them done by Friday.

From the tenor of the last note JM [Medwin?] is not quite sure whether Mr M [Marsh?] wishes them sent, therefore before doing so, will await further instruction.

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Part of letter from one of MCs to Stamford probably. Late 1856 [Marys daughter born, Duke Crofton and Amy Crofton still children]

Get home till quite the end of the month. I think the dear Croftons will be well repaid for their self denial in sending their children for they have thriven wonderfully. Duke is growing a really noble boy, and my hopes rise of Amy at last turning out really good looking, which, in spite of all moral novels, I think is a highly desirable thing for a woman. These children are a great interest and happiness to dear Mama. It is quite delightful to see how great a one Mary you know has given us another little girl much to all our delight. Fanny, we expect and hope to hear next week is safe through her troubles and also giving us a little girl, which for many reasons is most desirable for them. Two boys to educate will be quite enough and Lucy would so delight in another sister. Fanny in her last letter mentions Mr Wilbraham calling on them on his way home from Egypt looking so much changed that she says she should hardly have known him, but agreeable and pleasant as ever. You will be very glad, I imagine, to have your agreeable friend back again. Today Mama has just heard of Mr Delmars death. Sudden at Paris, poor man. He had only been married a month or so. Another kind friend of the family gone. Jane Giffords marriage is put off [lieu du?] on account of Miss Cairds dangerous illness. She was adopted by the late Mrs Drummond when two years old, is now eighteen. Still a put off is ugly in such a delicate and difficult affair to bring about as this is. And one cannot help fancy that the journey [next page?] with [Ldy Gaye?] answered the views of the Lovains who are very kind but of course dont like the match. We have nothing but smart travelling carriages with posters passing our windows from London so I suppose as some one told us, I forget who, the grandees are giving up travelling by rail and taking to the roads again. We were also told that they had given up going abroad disliking the jostling with the commonality and certainly a Folkestone boat so crowded you can hardly get a seat must be unpleasant to say the least to a [Duchess?]. You must excuse the extreme [enmity?] of ... continues?

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Letter from Posy at Linley Wood. Envelop to Posy at Eastborough, postmark 1843

Note a top in pencil This is what my Aunt Posy Marsh-Caldwell wrote some years ago. Please keep it.

[Must be much later as mentions Martins death]

[Letterhead]

Linley Wood

Talk oth Hill

Staffordshire

[crossed out] enjoys having a fight with her and I should not think that she saw the true.

About our Pedigree this Mr Marsh wrote first to Aunt L about it as he wanted to find the link between our family and his. Miss Honeywood, Ls Honeywoods sister, old Kentish family, asked and G [Georgina MC] who was talking to her about Kent why she was so interested in Kent. Aunt G said because our family came from Kentand when she knew that she said the Marshs are a very old Kentish family. Marshs of Marton and are our Great Grandfathers (the Commissioners) great grandfather was Marsh of Marton. A squire. We have had arms always. Our father told Aunt L [Louisa] that there was an inquisition of arms in Henry 5^ths time when they were confirmed to our family and to our branch a [mural crown?] was added because the [de?] of that time had taken a true[?] in the French wars. In James 1^st time there was another inquisition or arms when our were reconfirmed and when we took the name of Caldwell we had to go to the Heralds Office to have our pedigree and arms (Marsh) confirmed before we were allowed to take them and they were both confirmed at once. So you see, we were always gentry. Our father knew all about our family, but after much Uncle Martins death he took no more interest in having the pedigree made out. Why should he! And Aunt L would have looked no further into it without this Mr Marsh had written to Aunt L about it. I tell you all this as it seems to interest you.

My dear love to my Mary and much love to you all.

Your loving

Aunt Posy.

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Mary and someone visiting London. 1830s?

Part of letter..

...to me he only danced once or twice it is true and then of course with one of the Huttons, Emma. Henry met the [two Freelings?] and danced with Noel. I meantime sat at a little round table before the fire playing pickette with Mr Hutton and talking over the dancers at 20 minutes to twelve I retired having won 2 out of 3 games and heard Henry and Mr Buxton [persevered?] at past 4 I was awaken by a [muttering of?] subdued voices but as I kept my [counsel?] I soon went back to sleep again.

Friday we breakfasted at 10 and at past we two, Henry and Mr Buxton were driven to the rail station at Putney after sitting [perching?] and chatting for some 10 minutes we got into a carriage and arrived after a pleasant journey which Mr Buxton said was so short at Waterloo Bridge. There Henry and we two [ensenued?] ourselves in the cab and after stopping at the corner of a street down which Henry [intended?] leaving his bag rushed and depositing it in Harenut buildings [leuyile?] returned. We arrived at Euston Station afraid that the past 12 train was taken off and that we must wait till [three?]. Henry deposited us in the ladies waiting room and after leaving our messages thanks, luggages, trunks?] left us and as we have to wait two hours I will fill it up with remarks and notes. In the first place there is a capital article in the new Quarterly by Sir Francis Head on the North [Western?] They say it is extremely amusing. Macauleys 2^nd edition is sold before it is published. Lord Normanby, they say, is to succeed Lord Auckland because they want to cut down the French embassy from 18,600 to 8,800. Helen Charteris is a very good novel. Mary and I enjoyed our visit very much. Katherine and Emma are so very much improved. Henry is quite converted to [making?] Emma a very nice girl. And so I think there is a great deal of very nice about both. Mary is still in the mistake of talking [leaved?] Mrs and Mr Hutton as usual very kind. Well after sitting here hours I went to get the tickets. Then a gruff policeman told me the office would not be opened for 5 minutes so Mary and I thought we would go and book for our luggage. As we were wandering about not knowing where to look we saw Captain Mayne and immediately rushed up and put ourselves under his protection. We found our luggage, got our tickets and then set ourselves in a carriage and there remained till we arrived at Pinner. Captain Mayne, after telling us all about his various sons and how the eldest had a beautiful house which Sir Hugh Gough admired very much, he, the young man, being on leave, had volunteered for the [artillery engineer?] part of the Army. Well Sir Hugh sent to ask him if he would sell it. He replied no, he had no wish so to do. Sir Hugh sent a message again and to ask him what he valued it at. He said he did not the least wish to part with it, indeed he was very fond of it and would not do so. He had been offered 4,000 rupees, 300. The next day he found 4000 rupees and his house gone. Left us at [the?] Harrow. To our delight we found James who had gone to meet us at Watford and finding no train came for the Pinner. We found Mama and Adelaide with bad colds. Susan looking very nice and very happy. Capt Graham, Aunt G, and [Mr King?] [back to front page] not least Papa whose cold has weakened very much, but as it is better again I hope he will get it up. We latter dined and played and Lucy in the evening. I am very sorry the Brigade Magistrate is given to Captain Bingham. A man with a large family strongly recommended in all sides, Susan said. I found this out by her saying the Cappays were going to Gibraltar for [Muo?] I asked who was made Brigade Major. However, from what she said I dont think Sir Thomas will forget Richard but I think it rather noticeable that Captain B. was recommended by many people. This morning they left at 12. Aunt G and dear [Tillot?] with them. Mama has had a letter from Mrs Browne. Ady comes next Saturday. Louisa ditto. James Browne ditto. A new letter from Dr OSullivan complaining of the poor law which he says must bring them to destruction unless it is altered. A delightful letter from Frank accepting the... [letter continues?]

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Letter continues [follows on from another letter, probably of one of the MCs touringEurope] he said this, they were determined and, they dit it. There they stood, the cannon from those western heights pouring down a plumping fire [crossed out upon them of shot and shell] upon them; but as the shot and shell pour in upon you and burnt around you and your friend is killed by your side and you are standing in a pool of his blood, you forget everything and feel you could do everything. Then the air is filled with the shouts, and oaths and yells of fighting men. The shriek of dying men. The screams of wounded men and horses. The ceaseless boom of cannon, the shrill rush, and then the mud, and then the bursting of the shells. The smoke, the dust, the desperate determination. All stirs you to a frantic state of excitement. The wounded have been laid in that waiting room, suddenly a shell bursts in the roof, the building is in flames. Hastily they have to be removed. None are lost, they are carried further back. Did you make that desperate charge up those hills? No, he had not been there. His post was at the station. Three or four oldish men had joined us and were listening with sparkling eyes and excited faces to our friend.

And all this had gone on here; close where we were standing. His friend had been shot by his side; this fierce dismal tragedy had here been acted out in all its terrible reality. And now, a still lovely fine evening, heavenly bright and calm. A few people listening quietly up and down that platform in that waiting room, a group of officers and officials smoking and eagerly discussing some matter over their round table, bearing that striking expression of face which I can only compare to Steel; men who have been through a very furnace and come out, morally tempered, as steel, men who will neither trifle with their own duties, let others trifle with theirs, or be trifled with, men who are conscious they can accomplish what is set them to do and will; such faces as these were seated round that table; one lone sad woman in mourning is sitting at a table apart, perhaps at this very place she lost her dearest, her best; one mother and her children are having their caf au lait at the other round table; two men who look like travelers are sitting at another, they are stout men, and by this and the sad look on their faces I judge them to be Alsatians; it is a sad sad look that comes upon the face of the conquered; some miscellaneous travellors, an American or two. What was there left here of the battle? Those officers countenances, that shell in the ceiling (the shells were replaced, where they had lodged when the station was rebuilt.). Perhaps that sad lone woman, and those mens sad faces, and as we passed away from that station we came out upon a wide valley of meadows and cornfields, to your right rise abruptly the range of hills which in one place break down into a lofty rocky promontory covered with trees under which nestles a substantial village with its handsome church with tower and spire, then these wide flat meadows and golden cornfields through which runs swiftly the broad river Saar, meadows and cornfields again stretching away to the south east. There rise the hills on which the Germans were posted; they had to cross this wide valley, this river, under fire of the guns posted on those hills, but they were fighting for wife and child, house and home and fatherland, and, they did it.

How lovely that evening was; what a sweet, peaceful, happy look that country had. It was, to me, as a bright glory in which was set the memory of those, who had done so well.

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Part of letter

Continues calleth thee. The casting away the garment that as time passes gets to fit us so ill and to press on us more and more, (though with you dear Rosamond I am glad to think this does not apply) rose and came to Jesus. We are all blind men groping as best we can through life and crying out for help. And to believe that we shall receive our sight at last and follow Jesus in the way is almost the whole of my faith. And this early spring time always gives a stimulus to my faith. Once more the heavenly power makes all things new, and domes the red plowed hills with loving blue; the black birds have their [wills?], the Thrushes too.

Opens a door in Heaven; from skies of glass, a Jacobs ladder falls on greening grass; over the mountain walls young angles pass. A fellow keeping blood, the seasons line A heart look down, and up serene, secure. Warm as the crocus cup as snow drop pure. I trust you and Louisa are well and will accept our tender and respectful sympathy, which my sister in law, Amy asks to participate in. I do not think you will mind my telling you, even in this letter, what a heavy trial we have been going through in our son Cecil a peaceful [potter?] feeling it his duty to serve his country actively in South Africa. He sailed from Queenstown this day week in the Kilderan Castle. In the...

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Part of letter ...continues.tomorrow morning. Wednesday morning. I thought I should see better how the thing would look if I copied out some of your improvements and my own to see how they would hang together. I think they do pretty well. That little bit of your paper that I have cut off as not necessary if you make my omissions, should be restored by all means if he makes either of the speeches I have knocked out. But I think the most comfortable thing will be to make Reginald not aware thatEdmond was in love: he had very little reason, if any, to think that he was before the [horseback?] conversation.

Sybarite wont do, I believe, for Sybarites I suppose would not take the trouble of travelling at all. Lazy luxurious travelers you would perhaps think too flat and perhaps it would not be strong enough to justify desecrate. Perhaps you will have thought of a word. I shall wish very much to know what you have resolved on and how far you feel satisfied, but dont write till you are pretty well at leisure.

I hope you dont think me quite as confident as my blunt style would denote, if I put in all the I thinks I imagines &c that the case requires I should tire you with them.

I am almost ashamed of your making so many little alterations for me. Good bye most candid and now, sensitive author, I do hope you will have nothing to try you so much again.
Your affectionate [SW?] Sarah Wedgwood?

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Religious text?

Lent. Memory of our Lords temptation twice of special self exam and repentance with prayer for amendment of life. Read temptation. 42 meeting 4ts answer. Exam how we [met?] and how we answer. Look of sin, self pleasing which rebellion: misery of sin: sin bondage [tedium?] of life in spirits: exam fail of flesh, fruit of spirit gal.5.19.. continues.

Tempation to use the powers given him by God for self instead of Gods service. Tempt flesh, world devil, obedience, self absorption. continues.

Quite a few pages. May be AMCs notes for one of her books.

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Letter from Posy ? to Stamford. Early 1856

Eastbury

Friday

My dear Uncle Caldwell,

Mama and I think that perhaps you might like to hear from us during Louisa's absence. Wherefore I shall give you the trouble of reading one of my scrawls. Last week Mama went to pay a visit from Wednesday to Saturday to Miss Sarah Wedgwood [1776-1856]. She slept and dined at Mr Charles Darwins at it was feared her staying in the house would have been too much for Miss Sarah. She was very feeble on her feet but that was the only change Mama saw in her. She seemed to enjoy her company very much. Her mind seems chiefly occupied in religious and philanthropic subjects, being much distressed at the sale of opium. She reads most of the religious books that come out and seems in a very calm and happy state of mind. She took great interest in hearing of you. She had always had a great regard for you, she said. Mama found Charles Darwin full of physiological pursuits. He has some new theory about species which is to upset all the received ideas, if he can persuade the scientific world to adopt it, which seems very doubtful. Mrs Charles [Emma Darwin, ne Wedgwood] was looking very pretty, but Mama is sorry to say, not in good health. Thence Mama went to Judge Cromptons [Sir Charles Crompton] where she staid till Monday. Mama met the Aldersons and Justice Crowder. There did not seem to be a shadow of a doubt with respect to Palmers guilt. [William Palmer murder trial London early 1856]

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Part of letter from one of the MC girls. Not Mary. Louisa's handwriting.

Continues?... Baron Alderson said his firmness of nerve was something quite unequalled. He only seemed to fail a little when the jury returned and before the gave their verdict and when Sir B. Brodie gave his opinion. He blamed Sergeant [then?] very much for making that declaration of his belief in Palmers innocence, saying that it threw such difficulties in the way of every succeeding advocate, who if he did [other side of page] not say as much might seem to be confessing the guilt of his client. Judge Crompton [Sir Charles Crompton] also enquired much about you and spoke with much affection of Linley Wood. Mama thinks his eldest son a remarkably fine young man and as hard-working as if he had nothing in the world to depend upon. While Mama was thus occupied I paid a visit to our friends theLyons near Ampthill. There were but three young ladies, so I am afraid I did not hear so much there that would interest you as Mama did. They say the Prince Imperial is blind. The Empress made her first appearance in a little shell of a carriage drawn by six horses, and looking most lovely. Mary saw our Princess Royal at a review at Portsmouth, and says that she never saw a girl with a more charming expression though she is by no means pretty. The scandal is that she lost her heart to Prince Jerome when she was inFranceand spent the night before the arrival of the Prince of Prussia in tears. Mama says that Baron Alderson seemed to think that...

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Part of letter from Louisa [possibly to Stamford], same handwriting as before.

Continues ...farm in his own hands and Sir Hyde [Parker] has so far justified in his opinion of my Fathers capabilities that some of the poor land on the hill near the house which, when it is taken in [name, france?] was rated to the Parish at 7s/ an acre last year had 3 or 3crops of Rye Grass taken from it. And though at the time it certainly did not pay in income his management of the land has been such that it can now be let a 1 fourth more than when we just came and the farming people about say they should not know the place again. I have been reading aloud to my mother the greater part of the afternoon and dinner is nearly and ready and I not dressed so forgive the hurried scrawl.

I am ever your affectionate niece.

My mother much better.

Elouise Marsh.

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Part of letter not sure which side comes first.

Continues.. ise on the house that who ever lives there as master, will come to an untimely end. The 2 gentlemen who possessed it before our friends committed suicide and our friend in the prime of his life had a railway accident which [frailty?] produced total paralysis owing to an injury in the spine. He is now dead. Lord [Donnes?] has bought it now, but I believe no one lives there.

Continues.. 6 oclock he suddenly saw a very [bright?] light, not in the grate but on the floor and in the middle of this light, about the size of a small doll, the figure of his friend. As soon as he could [walk, sit?] properly he went to call on his friend. On the door being opened and his asking to see him, the servant told him that he had died at 6 oclock that morning? I forget to say that they asked the [R.C. Ghost? N.C. Ghost?]

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Letter from Henry Loring

Captain Heaths RN CB

Bitterne

Southampton

My dear Mr Caldwell,

I beg to offer you my sincere thanks for your kindness in sending us a present of 15 (received through Mrs Marsh) for the purchase of luxuries for my dear Adelaide in her present delicate state of health. [Adelaide Loring, nee Marsh 1828-1859]

On Saturday next we are going to the Seaview Hotel near Ryde, where, if it agrees with Adelaide, we shall remain for three weeks. That place combines with quiet and healthiness the advantage of being so near to Ryde that it will be easy to obtain from thence many little luxuries and comforts which (but for your kind present) I could not have afforded for my wife. And if by Gods blessing her health should be restored, I shall fell that you have contributed in a very important respect to that great boon.
I am writing on board Captain Heaths ship, the Melampus, he desires me to offer you his very kind regards, and to say that though he has been generally lucky he never was so much so as when he met with your niece Mary.

Adelaide unites with me in thanks and affection, and I bed to remain,

My dearest Mr Caldwell,

Yours sincerely and obliged

E H Loring [Edward Henry Loring [1823-1879]

August 13 1857

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Letter to Stamford from EH Loring

Cobham Vicarage

Surrey

9^th October 1857

My dear Mr Caldwell,

I beg to acknowledge and thank you for your very kind present of 5 received yesterday for more luxuries for my sweet Adelaide.

We feel very much touched by your frequent thoughtfulness for us.

I am glad to tell you tha tAdelaide is just now a good deal better. God grant it may last. But she is still delicate, and very weak.

Georgy is a most gentle and skilful nurse.

We had quite a gathering here from Eastbury at the beginning of the week; for Mrs Marsh, Louisa and Rosamond came down and spent a couple of days with the Croftons at Charles Buxtons new house in this neighbourhood.

I am glad to say Louisa was better and the rest quite well.

Believe me, my dear Mr Caldwell,

Your very gratefully,

E.H. Loring.

Adelaide begs to send her best love, and thanks to you for your great kindness.

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Letter to Stamford from one of the MC sister? Not Louisa or Mary, so Posy?

Lower Dunford St,

Stonehouse,

Plymouth

Dec 26^th,

My dear Uncle Caldwell,

I dare say you will have heard from Louisa so as not to be surprised to find that I have rushed down to this corner of England I am so very glad that I came for Aunt Me had been so ill with an attack of bronchitis that at one time the medical was seriously alarmed a [fraud?] apoplexy the coughing was so severe. She is better now, I am glad to say, and came down last Sunday after being shut up in her room for 3 weeks, which is lonely and trying work, as you know too, for dear Uncle Caldwell. I do not expect to stay much longer, as an additional person is, of course, an expense that she can new ill spare, I am sorry to say, and besides as I dare say, you will have heard Captain Heath and Mary are coming down here. So that she will not be lonely and I shall be very glad to be at home, as I have been there but for one week since the 6^th of November. The climate is much warmer here. Certainly, I believe, there is severe frost and snow in other parts of England. Here there is rain and mud indeed. Mrs Eden came down on Saturday, and kindly came here on Monday. She was anxious and unhappy about poor Sir Hyde Parker who went to Lisbon where his nephew, Captain Eyres is with the St. George. He was ill then, but would go on to Gibraltar and has come back to Lisbon so ill that doctors say his life is... continues?

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Letter to Stamford from Mary Heath

Moorhurst

11^th September [1856]

My dear Uncle Caldwell,

It is very long since I have written to you, but it is only from time to time that you would care to hear of your naval nephew and niece as Louisa keeps you au fait to all the family news. You must have heard that my husband returned from Constantinople in his Mortar ship after a most dilatory voyage. These new high pressure engines thought they ought to answer the learned say and are extremely advantageous seeing that they are so much less bulky than the old sort, are still apparently not quite understood and give continual trouble and cause endless vexation to their masters. Tubes stopping up with encrustations, and boilers leaking &c &c. Which causes my husband to be 26 days coming from Malta! He arrived the 20^th of August. And since then I have been down to Portsmouth and back again here where he gives me as much time as he can spare from his ship. This Sea Horse is paid off and to be put on the [Steaming?] Reserve. But Sir M Berkeley told Captain Heath at the time that he should soon have another ship, which, however flattering, is not pleasant to me. He is going to Devonport to be paid off this week. And will, I hope, see something of Louisa who hardly knows anything of him.

These Mortar vessels seem to have given so much satisfaction to the Lords that one reason for putting them bye is that our neighbours should not learn to imitate them against the next war. But one should imagine that few improvements would be long unknown to the [lynx?] eyed Russians. My husband has got his legion by honour which makes his 3^rd decoration since the war. One can not help (at least a wife cannot) being pleased at these little vanities in the shape of rewards, though the viciously envious inclined have found out that C.B means Common Blunderer ! Rather good! Mama seems to be enjoying herself very much in France and she and Posy, or Rose as you like her to be called, are quite enchanted with Paris where they are now and where they will stay a fortnight or so. I hope you have been able to enjoy this delightful summer. Really some days in July reminded me of Malta and fires are still quite unbearable except on rainy days which to me are far worse than cold winds. My little son [Arthur Heath] of whom you [know?] nothing engrosses me much as he is just beginning to talk, and I find great amusement in making him say absurd words.

Believe me your affectionate niece,

M.E. Heath [Lady Mary Heath]

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Part of letter to Stamford from Deacons, from AMC or Louisa? Not Posy.

1856-8

Continues.. were not men enough to man the ships. The men in Authority seem really disturbed about France and not the least knowing what is coming next. There was a Council of the Chief Military authorities lately and they declared that they could assemble 30,000 men at a very short notice and with them could undertake to prevent the French getting into London if they could be sure the town would not get into a panic. Perhaps to all our alarms about a French invasion you will answer as my mother did me, My dear, I have been hearing that the French are coming as long as I can remember, and they have never come and I cant believe they will now. I heard from Richard on Sunday. He mentioned your handsome present and I do not think dear Uncle Caldwell you could have made it at a better time. As it seems just to have floated them out of all the expenses of their move and settlement. He was commanding last month in the Channel Islands as Colonel Elliot is away. I hope he will not come back today to receive her Majesty who is expected, though it is not known whether she will land. One should like Richard to be the first person on this occasion as he will be if Colonel Elliot still stays away. Richard hoped to have got to Cherbourg but his friend Colonel Wodehouse wrote to him to [try, say?] him not to ask for leave as the Queen was coming and to their great disappointment all the other officers who had done so have been refused. He says he must not ask him whether the new [fubs?] at Alderney are well placed or no. Rose heard a curious thing at the Buxtons, that [continues from other side] the eldest son of Lord Hanley of Alderney, who has long been resident in France is become a Mahomadan and intends building Mosques in England. He went to Mrs [Monckton?] Milnes the other day and said there were 30 or 40 more ready to join him and that he expected her husband to do the same, as he knew that he was quite willing to do so. Dont you think he must be mad. But they say he is not the least so. My mother saw the Lorings at South... continues?

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Letter from Louisa[?] at Deacons, toStamford

My dear Uncle Caldwell,

3^rd August [1856-8]

At last we seem in a fair way to have our house again as Mr Hawkins [Major Rohde Hawkins Architect] came here with the builder last Wednesday who said he could easily carry out the plans and now has only to send in his estimate, which I only hope may not be double the sum my mother thinks prudent to spend or we shall have all to begin over again!

Mr Hawkins brought a plan of the elevation with him. There is not the slightest artistic beauty about it certainly but it looks solid and comfortable. I am afraid you will never come so far south as to see us here dear Uncle Caldwell. I wish you could see our new resting place on this great journey. It will be a very charming one, I think, and we are very grateful for it. Oh Sunday and yesterday I got my mother to the top of the hills for the first time of which I was very proud. And she enjoyed the delicious air very much, though she had to rest very often in her journey. She compares the view often to the one at Linley Wood of which she professes to miss many striking features. Yesterday we took up a great glass with us and so had the delight of beholding the beloved sea through Shoreham Gap, and at the moment a two masted ship was sailing by, with all sails set, and all brown but one white one. You would have laughed to see the childish delight this gave us all, and I am afraid would have despised your woman kind. My mother came back from the Heaths last Wednesday so very much the better for the change of air, quite strong again. As you will believe when I tell you she was up from after 6 and reached this between 2 and 3, was busy with Mr Hawkins and visitors and entertained Charlotte Holland in the evening. She had had no orders to attend the Queen, and Rose [Posy] who has been staying with the Buxtons for a few days reports that Sir Henry Holland said the real reason why Ministers changed their minds about sending the Guard of Honour with her was that there...

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Letter to Stamford from Deacons, not from Louisa, so Posy? 1856/8

Deacons,

Dorking

7^th May,

My dear Uncle Caldwell,

I am sorry that Louisa is still not well able to write to you, and that you will be obliged to be content with a stupid letter from me. She sends you her love, however, and hopes to be able to write to you again in a few days. We hope that she is though, really better and I hope will soon be able to pay her long deprived visit to the Edens. Mama has had an attack of [erynpila?] in her throat these last few days, but I am glad to say that it is going off. Do you remember Mary Lyon, a friend of ours, who was at Eastbury the solitary visit that you paid us there, and who I remember you admired at the time and she was very handsome. Her husband is now quartered at Aldershot and when the Croftons were here the other day I went over there with Richard to see her. She is living in one of the huts, which is very small. Smaller than you could think an officer and his wife and child could get into such a place, and without plumbing either. The camp looks a wretched place though beautifully clean and orderly. The permanent barracks are very fine, Mary says, but she hears very badly arranged so that all the men will be ill. They extend above of a mile. Captain [Reader?] says that he fancies they intend to have a force always there in the winter and in the...

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Letter to Stamford from Eastbury 1850s

Eastbury [letterhead]

3^rd July

Rutland Gate

My dear Uncle Caldwell,

I came up here stupidly without your paper and have got the worst pen imaginable so that how I shall ever get through this puzzles me. I am staying with our friends the Brownes, very clever and amusing people as well as great friends of ours. I left Eastbury on Monday, intended to have returned there today but my friends have kindly persuaded me to stay till Monday next. On Wednesday there was a dinner party, some people in the evening. Lord and Lady [Dranmore?] one of Lady Dorothea Cambells [Campbell?] daughters, a nice person, a Mr Knox who write regularly some of the leading articles in the Times and is a very agreeable man, and clever to a certain point, but not beyond, and one could not help thinking

[next page?]easy and agreeable style, which is certainly very enjoyable. Particularly on a bright day like this. This afternoon I believe we go to a school agricultural show at Dr Lushingtons, who is living near here at Ockham Park, one of Dr Lovelaces places. This morning we have heard the report of poor Mr Locke Kings death. They say he had a paralytic stroke a little time back but the event was quite unexpected. I think you will have had enough of my writing dear Uncle Caldwell, so that I will stop new.
Believe me,

Your truly affectionate niece,

R.J. Marsh [Posy]

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1858 or later

Continues... past, was the past [passed?] because members were tired of the subject and glad to get rid of it. They all settled last night, that the present ministry was a very good working one, which, considering what were the politics of the 5 men, was great praise. Sir H. H. [Sir Henry Holland], Palmerstonian, Charles [Buxton?]very near a Radical and Mr [Faveils?] ditto, Sir Fowell [Buxton?] a shy, Mr Hansard I suppose may be more conservative. They all agreed that they would stay in now for some time barring accidents. They began discussing Lord Ps sudden fate, Sir H.H. said he thought there were 3 causes, 1^st because he had been in power 3 years, 2^nd and the really great damaging cause, Lord Clairmonds[?] appointment. He said he knew Lord P [Palmeston?] had not the remotest idea it would be an unpopular act it was passed in the Cabinet without comment and it was not till after it was published that he found by the number of disapproving letters he got the blunder he had committed. Then the Alien bill [1858] was the coup de grace. I heard also from a young member that he was growing so tyrannical and disrespectful to the House that they determined to get rid of him.

Monday, Sir H. H. was telegraphed to come to a patient in Paris. He begged by return telegram not to go, but they would have him. It was a wealthy English merchant, a most excellent man, he says. There were 4 French physicians and since his return the Telegram has been une amelioration extraordinaire.

The Fowell Buxtons are all in ennoi because, under the last government be it [premised, perceived?] and by the stupidity of Mr Howard, Lord Lansdownes son-in-law for which reason this very incapable was appointed. They have sold the crown rights over all the forest land round Walthamstow, Leytonstone, Snaresbrook etc, to Lord Mornington who of course is going to enclose it and build. They, the F.B [Fowell-Buxtons?] live at Leytonstone and they says thousands upon thousands of small London people come down there Sundays who will now lose the power of getting fresh air. It is too shocking really and in all these days of philanthropy too! The Government are employing an engineer to plan fortifications for London. Reigate is one of the points so that they will extend an immense distance. I believe they are not thinking of carrying them out, only wisely wish to have plans ready for all emergency. I shall leave my letter open for more gleanings of new books. They say Cowpers Panjaub and Baikes North West promise worth reading. And for those who have daughters to educate Mrs Theriffs [Sherriff?] Intellectual Education of Women also Friends (meaning members of the Quakers) Fireside.

Yesterday, Thursday, in the afternoon came down a fresh importation of young men. Mr Richard [Howe?] and Mr Johnstone, a nephew of Charless. Mr House said he was dining the other night with a whole set of high military authorities and they all [assured, afraid?] if they could keep London.continues?

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Letter to Stamford

Tuesday 13^th

[7^th?] Sth Angels [St.Angels?] [Malta?]

My dear Uncle Caldwell,

I must first write a line in Fannys note to tell you again how much I feel your kindness in sending through me to the dear Croftons your generous present of 25. I cannot tell you how obliged I am to you for it, for I could not help feeling a little the expenses I [know] I must have put them to though it was their own kind hospitable invitation that brought me [out?] here. Now, however, your kindness enables me most entirely to enjoy my happy visit here. So thank you again and again my dear kind Uncle.

We have just had a most successful party. Coffee and strawberries al fresco, with cream and cakes. Ad [Adelaide?] I believe, arranged in that alcove in the garden I described to you [bien?] company, well [assorted, aporti?] the Stopfords, Mrs Here and Reid (Miss), General and Mrs Williams, Colonel and Mrs Erskine, Lady Exmouth and Mrs D Stewart, alas the Admiral has sailed today in the Hannibal for the Black Sea to expedite matters which seem to want his helpful head. Captain [Meads?] and Long, the latter a cousin of Henry Lorings, Major and Captain of the Army and a pleasant admixture of children. It was done so very well and everybody seemed to enjoy themselves. I wish you had been here to take a cup of the good coffee, enjoy the bright sun and give us some of your amusing stories to make us laugh and share in the pleasant conversation there was to be had. From almost everyone I may say I have indeed enjoyed my party for the dear Croftons gave it to me. It will be one of the days marked with a white stone[?] I am sure you would so have admired the way in which it was done. Just to your taste, no [griss?] or pretension, but handsomely done as far as it went. The children were so much admired, particularly Duke, who strikes everyone as such a fine, vigourous boy in mind and body. I wish you could see them. Now, dear Uncle Caldwell, I have written you a note instead of a line but then one has enjoyed a thing very much one like to talk about it, especially to a dear kind uncle, who one loves very much. You know though perhaps he does not know it, so will you tell him I am his truly affectionate and grateful niece, Rose Marsh.

I hope this letter will reach you before my other or at the same time.

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Letter to Stamford probably from Louisa or else Posy [Bremer in England1851]

Eastbury

Saturday

My dear Uncle Stamford,

I meant to have given you a long and fine and artistical description of Miss Bremer but like many intentions and many expectations it has all ended in froth. Miss Bremer was expected here on Wednesday and accordingly my mother had a little party here to meet her and do her honour all congregated in the expectation of seeing the Swedish Lion. But she never came and we have never had a word of wither excuse or explanation so we can only conclude that either Swedish notions of politeness are different from English or that something has happened to the poor little woman. In some respects perhaps we are well rid of her company as far at least as the furniture is concerned for when Emily Buxton heard that she had accepted my mothers invitation she sent us word that we had better lay covers all over our carpets as Miss Bremer was strongly addicted to a habit for which the Americans are more particularly and disgustingly distinguished, but which even there is not practiced by ladies and here only by Greenwich pensioners who chew tobacco. I suppose you will be able to make out by this round about signalization what I mean. We had another Lion, however, on that day at our house in the shape of Mr Rawlinson who is engineer to the Board of Health and to whom my mother was introduced when inLondon and who stayed with us till Thursday morning. One of the most agreeable intelligent and pleasing persons in manner and address one has ever met with. He is the engineer who planned the celebrated ceiling in the ..continues?

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Long letter to Stamford from Posy [After February 1848?] At time AMC in Boulogne.

Continues of the room. Then the magnificent Salle des Glaces. The disappointing Oeil de Boeuf. At St.Cloud we saw how French people amuse themselves on a Sunday. It was the tte de St.Cloud. The grandes eaux were played and very beautiful. The 9 cascades bordered with vases of gernaniums and little fountains were, and one splendid jet of water springing up with immense force, in the middle of a circle of fine trees out-topping them and the sun just catching it there and turning the spray into a shower of topazes. But what a noise and riot there was below. A regular fair with all fair amusements, roundabouts, shews, bauds, [dances?] and the riot of thousands of voices calling and screaming and laughing. However, many were enjoying themselves more quietly, walking and sitting in the Allies. At last we get to the Lantern of Diaques and here we had a beautiful view ofParis, the Seine and its many island winding at our feet. I do not think from a distance Paris looks such a fine city asLondon. It has no building of the might of St.Pauls and does not look so well churched, there being so few spires.

Yesterday we went to Fontainebleau which is most interesting, no wonder they like it as a country place. Apparently the Napoleonic dynasty love [luxe?] to themselves as their own apartments are anything but petit, or de luxurides. The galerie de Diane is beautiful. Those old Kings understood real magnificence. I think in a way ours don't. There is too much of the [upholsterer?] in our grandeur I think. Parts of the  Forestare very beautiful, especially the last bit descending to the railroad. A beautiful road winding amongst romantic rocks, with firs, acacias and looking over the rich plain below. Fontainebleau with its many roofed high gabled [wide?] palace lying at your feet nestled in the surrounding woods. We were a little too late to see it in full beauty as the sun had set.

Friday we went to see the Tuilleries. Thursday the Invalides and Hotel de Ville. This last is almost painfully gorgeous though one feels it is more appropriate to a city palace than in a royal one. One night we went to the Opera Comique to see Marie Cabel in Masion Lescaut which is made a very moral story. I was not charmed. The house is brilliant but the acting had no reality in it. French singing is no singing to me, it puts me in mind of Hotspurs dictum thereon. The dancing was really hideous, not a particle of grace in it. One evening we had tea at the Walshs where was another American lady and gentleman. The lady really a lady, but the gentleman, though, one of the first men in Philedelphia, not quite according to our notions. Mr Walsh told Mama some anecdote of the last revolution. His house looked on theTuilleries Gardens. They had 30,000 troops in and about the Palace. To his astonishment he saw them all at once begin to pour out of all the outlets of the Palace, running as fast as they could. Soon he saw the heads of the [Ganius?] appearing at the Palace windows. Then he saw the King with a little child in each hand creeping along the street looking dreadfully frightened, which said he need not have been for no one was thinking of him. The [Ganiues?] had got hold of the red coats of the servants and dressed in them were dancing like mad demons round the circular basin in the garden, to the infinite amusement of the mob. [Thiers?] gave the advice to dismiss the soldiers. Mama said was he fool or knave. Neither, he did it for the best though making a great mistake. We met a French lady going to Fontainebleau, such an agreeable, well informed person. She seemed much [repardu?] in society and said no one had a notion upon what the avenir of France would be. As long as this mans lives it may last, but after that. There are unfortunately so many concurrents now for this [preteted?] throne. I was told that this man is in a shocking state of health and not likely to live long. The peoples faces strike me as they did amongst the French at Malta, so anxious and melancholy. Sunday we went to hear [Coquorel?] one of the first Protestant preachers. A very striking sermon, so much thought in it, and a great deal of eloquence. The service, if service it can be called, struck me as cold and inadequate to satisfy or express the wants and feelings of a Christian worshipper. I think the more one sees of other forms of worship, the more perfect one finds the Church of England. We returned to Boulogne tomorrow after a weeks living as one does not often live ones weeks. And yet, after all we have only had an apercu, I begin to think one is only educated without 3 or 4 months spent inParis. Good bye dear Uncle Caldwell. I shall have the pleasure of writing to you again I hope from Boulogne. Mama sends her love.

Your affectionate niece,

Rosa.

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Letter from Louisa Marsh in France at time of Louis Napoleon, probably to Stamford.

Before 1851 because Napoleon still President. First stone of St Perpetue Cathedral at Nimes laid by Louis Napoleon in 1852

Letter continuesPage 2. ..Campagna at Rome said the scene before us surpassed even anything they had seen there. We stayed six days at Avignon and from thence made excursions to the Pont du Gard, Misms and Vaucluse with all which places we were delighted but I will not be betrayed into anymore disruptions of scenery, as I remarked before, they are so very unfair upon ones readers. You go from Avignon to Nismes by railway and we accomplished there and back again in one day seeing Nismes thoroughly. With the amphitheatre I was perfectly enchanted. I had no idea of anything so splendid in architecture and to aid the effect on ones imagination there had been a kind of bull fight in honour of Louis Napoleon the day before, the traces of which in the shape of flags &c had not yet been removed. The rest of our party preferred, I think, the Maison Gurnee which is certainly a most remarkable building being in perfect presentation and of perfect beauty, but the size is so small comparatively speaking, that to me after the imposing amphitheatre it looks like a beautiful plaything. We were very fortunate in stumbling upon the President. I had much more luck in seeing him than we deserved. We heard that he was to be at Nismes the day before and in [pious?] honour of his character for fear our eyes should be sullied by his presence we had, like true Englishwomen, put off our expedition till he had passed. However, when we arrived at Nismes we found that he had returned without our host for that he returned there that very day to lay the stone of a church and then like true women, you may be sure, we were highly delighted and were fortunate in getting places where we saw him most perfectly as the balcony of the hotel was immediately over the spot where he stood. A splendid altar was raised in the open air over the spot where the future church was to be and in front of it were placed on a stage, raised a little and with a splendid carpet, three arm chairs, one much higher and larger then the rest and with a Prie Dieu before it for his Imperial Highness. The Place where the ceremony took place was crowded with people and the road through which he was to pass lined with military. After waiting some time the Bishop clothed in his mitre and roves of cloth of gold supported by his vicars or whatever they are called, in equally splendid attire and followed by the usual scarlet little boys wafting incense and two long files of priests in their lace soutains brought up by four humble looking Beguines who looked horridly frightened at the turmoil around them appeared. The sun shining on this splendid looking procession and striking on the bayonets and accoutrements of the soldiers made it altogether a striking spectacle. Louis Napoleon presently arrived in a most great looking open barouch and pair dressed as a general and his only distinction from the three men with him was a broad red ribbon passed over his shoulders. Two or three equally [unpretending?] looking carriages followed him. He is tall and of a fine figure with good features indeed, so very like his pictures that it is useless to attempt to describe him. His air altogether gave me an impression of humility and popularity seeking mixed with anxiety and fatigue more than anything else and had I not know his history, his was to me an expression which excited interest combined with a certain feeling of compassion for his fate. Just, I suppose, the feeling he would wish to inspire, and therefore he must be an incomparable actor. The people and the papers said that he was enthusiastically received. To us, after the manner we are accustomed to see our own dear little Queen greeted, it seemed sufficiently tame and so I made bold to tell some people standing near who asked my opinion. I will give you the remainder of our adventures in my next for I am sure you must be tired of travels for [one?] while.

Always your affectionate niece,

E Louisa Marsh.

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Letter from Louisa to Stamford.1850s

Continues.. also (a strong measure by the way as times go for any woman at her age) when everybody knows the history of her family and where her brother at this moment is. On Wednesday we had a day which I enjoyed thoroughly. Mr Eden, [Edy?] and I started soon after breakfast for Brihly[?] Down, a beautiful spot among the Dartmoor Hills where the General had taken our his garrison early in the morning for a field day and which is about eight miles from hence, and where the troops were to bivouac and eat their dinners. The General thinking these kind of expeditions a capital thing for the men, physically, morally and militarily. On the moor we were joined by Lady M Littleton and her little boy and Mrs Johnson and her little girl and we all spent the day together having a picnic luncheon on the heather and the General teaching some of the pioneers to make a fire and boil some potatoes and then some mutton chops, in all which he took an active part with the cuffs of his sleeves turned up himself and his cuisine proved excellent. But I fancy some of the dandy officers dont quite relish this real method of setting to work and exercising the men. I made one or two sketches and enjoyed the beautiful scene and the bracing air immensely and the battle of Brikley Down went of charmingly.

On Monday the General, [Edy?] and I went to a [garrison, junior?] cricket match, where one of the bands played &c &c. We spent our whole time with the Littletons and Lady Margaret and myself have struck up an alliance and have made a walking engagement together as she wants to show me some places she thinks very pretty. I think I told you before what a nice person she is. She knows something of us as her father is Lord Beverly and she reminded me that her brother, poor old Admiral Percy, was an old neighbour of ours at Eastbury.
Yesterday the General, [Edy, Evy?] Charlie and I had a long walk and laid expedition into the country. The day was charming and we enjoyed it very much but though went out loaded with drawing materials did not make a single sketch. So often the case. Poor Fanny Crofton has got all her boys laid up with hooping cough which is a great addition to her troubles in settling, poor child.

Ever your very affectionate

E Louisa Marsh.

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Louisa to Stamford, Dec 1849

My dear Uncle Caldwell,

You will be shocked to hear that this morning at past one we sustained the irreparable loss of my dearest father who died surrounded by us all. My dear mother is admirable in the way she bears up under her heavy and most bitter grief and her health has not at present suffered under the severe trial she has been undergoing for now nearly three weeks. I [forgone?] to send you more intelligence hoping from day to day to be able to send you better news. But such has not been the will of God. I remain, dear Uncle Caldwell, your affectionate niece, E Louisa Marsh.

Eastbury, Sunday.

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Letter from Louisa at Eastbury to Stamford 1850s

Eastbury [Letterhead]

My dear Uncle Caldwell,

I have begged my mother to let me slip this note into her envelope to assure you that I am not the least find my correspondence with you irksome, and fancied that you were tired of it, perhaps for one reason, because I thought you must be knowing how little I sometimes had to tell you. Had you said you should like a change of sisters as a correspondent I should have felt like one losing an old friend, though I should have thought it natural on your part.

Now I shall not give it up till you send me word you wish it, which you must please promise to do when you are tired of my letters. And for my part will promise to tell you when I get tired of writing. A pact between us [it?] dear Uncle Caldwell!

Ever your very affectionate niece,

E Louisa Caldwell.

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Letter from Louisa to Stamford. 1856/7?

Friday.

My dear Uncle Stamford,

This is not a regular letter, only to thank you for so kindly acceding to my wish about the dog, (which I have just heard from Miss Beardmore you have done. Please thank her for me for her note.) Will have a most kind and tender master, in Charles Eden. I am so sorry to hear of the accident to your arm and so is my mother and all (G and R.J.) But I hope by Miss Beardmores account it is now got quite well again and is no longer a plague to you. I am still quite confined to my sofa but am no longer so very weak so that I hope now, dear Uncle Caldwell, I shall be able to continue my regular correspondence which from something in Miss Beardmores note I gave myself the pleasure of thinking you had missed ( is that very selfish?) The Croftons left us yesterday and seemed to have liked there visit very much in spite of the smallness of their accommodation. The tiniest room and the tiniest bed. Our only spare room. I send this sketch, Maida Hill. Our drawing room is 16 by 15 and our dining room 16 x 16. Walked out of town, you see is our present home (not so good) but the country mind and our own territory is charming and with our friend Mr Hawkins [M.R. Hawkins 1821-1844 Architect], aid and superintendence and for a certain though small sum my mother is going to make a few additions and alterations this summer which will make it all quite comfortable and what there is is very well built. The [Balrcos?] (our clergyman) seem nice people. His wife was a Miss Clutterbuck ofYorkshire. They and Mr Onslow and his daughter and Lord and Lady Abinger are the only people who at present have made their appearance among the strangers. Heaths, Whatmans and Harrisons we of course see often.

Goodbye, your own affectionate neice,

E. Louisa Marsh.

Mr Hawkins married our great friend John Greenwoods sister. He is one of the 1^st Architects of the day. He is the Government architect for all these schools &c &c.

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Letter continues Louisa's writing to Stamford 1850s

Page 3

Continues... gained his commission at Addiscombe though what it is in is not yet doubtful but I fear he cannot hope for anything better than the Infantry. He goes out to India early in February stopping en route at the Capeto pay a visit to his poor father. I am sorry to say that Katherine Hutton [Huttons related to Roscoes and Cromptons] is very ill with a [renmed?] attacked of Rheumatical fever and from Aunt Roscoes account I am afraid is in a precarious state. Poor Miss Crompton still lingers on, I fear in increased suffering so that poor Mrs Huttons prospects at this moment are not very cheering, but as Aunt Amelia [Marsh? 1786-1860] says, everybodys turn comes round and theirs has been long in doing so. Not that this makes one pity them the less for being used to grief certainly in some respects softens it, at least the spirits become more accustomed to being resigned instead of happy and consequently endure blows without such a struggle is the first grief often causes, dont you think so? And I feel sure you will be very sorry should such a blow as the loss of Katherine would be, should fall on poor Mrs Hutton to my mind the flower of all that flock. We have seen or heard nothing since we have been here as my Aunt is still far from well and I am not arrived at that herculean point of strength quite yet which I mean to attain to before I leave this place. The weather here is delicious, as balmy and gentle as in September.

Good bye, always your affectionate niece, E. Louisa Marsh.

Aunt Amelias remembrances.

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Letter childish handwriting. Same handwriting as earlier childs letter to Posy.

21^st August [Heath children, late 1850s?]

My dear Aunt Posy,

On Friday the Croftons are coming and I am going back with them on Monday to stay till Wednesday. The Whatmans and the Leslies are coming to day to tea. I should like to have had Prince Houssains carpet or Prince Ahmeds tube in the Arabian Nights because

I could either have flown to your party or seen it all through the tube. Mrs Bax has got a little tiny baby. I hope you will write to me again soon. Tell Aunt Missings I have written this with Freds [Zurech?]

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Letter Louisa to Stamford. [June 1851 Death of Lord Derby]

York Street,

Saturday.

My dear Uncle Stamford,

We have just returned from seeing a review in Woolwich where, thanks to our relationship to the Commandant, we had excellent places and the day being lovely the whole thing went off charmingly and we were much delighted and as Richard was with us we were able to understand the whole thing better than in such cases one generally does. Our carriage was drawn up next to Baron Parkes and Lord Carlisle[?] who was in it came across to have a long chatter with my mother with whom he struck up a great alliance at a party at the Milnes Gaskells some time ago. He claims the honour of being the one who preserved those great ornaments to the Exhibition, the Elm trees and it is amusing to see how many take the whole of the credit of that transaction upon themselves. Mr Hewett, Lord [Lelfords?] son told my mother the other day that we all owed our thanks to him, however, no doubt the measure whose ever it was was a most happy one. Emily Buxton and her husband returned home early in this week. She is terribly altered at present from the effects of her journey and appeared to me to have lost all her beauty, having grown broad faced, fat and brown, but as we saw here the very day she arrived and in her travelling costume I dare say the case is not so bad as it seemed. There is nothing like the spirit of those Buxtons. Fancy Emily setting off only a few hours after her arrival to see the Crystal Palace. So like a Holland is it not? My mother and Rosa [Posy] had a very pleasant evening at Lady Combermers the other night. The former spent her time with Lord Wrothersley, Mr Greville, Mr Caglys son and Baron von Speth, the three latter very agreeable. Lord W heavy and fond of dull jokes. Yesterday at the Creeds, where she met Sir [Gadiner?] (page 2) with whom she also passed a very pleasant hour. He is a great man for art, particularly sculpture and he remarked what an extraordinary thing it was how far and far the Elgin Marbles surpassed all other ancient sculpture whatever. The [Pantheon? Kunthian?] Marbles come the nearest to them and the upper parts of the body are nearly as well executed but all the lower limbs are miserably inferior. He says that the extraordinary difference between English and French art is that we cannot draw and that they cannot colour and this was certainly our own limited experience and [tack?] even would lead one to agree in. On Ascension day some of us went to Westminster Abbey which has been most beautifully done up and the effect is now something almost too beautiful. It quite overpowers one and the [Nicene Aud?] was chanted most perfectly. Afterwards the gentlemen we were with took us all round to the different Courts that were then sitting which to myself who was a novice in the thing was most amusing and afterwards we went home through St.Jamess Park which is made into a really most beautiful thing and now that the laburnams and blues are all in their full perfection I should doubt whether any capital in Europe could boast of gardens prettier in their way. The day we also an order to see Syon House with which I confess myself disappointed. Both house, gardens and ground, though of course fine and all that sort of thing, want [aspect?] as to me must always be the case in a dead flat. There have been heaps of partys and engagements but my head gets quite into a whirl with them so that I cannot pretend to give you a detailed account of them. The Croftons have left us today. Fanny and her children to Eastbury. Richard back to Sheerness where he has at length succeeded in getting a house for them and where they will join him as soon as he has got things ready for them. It is reported in town today the Lord Derby is dead, but whether the report is true I cannot say. You know he has been ill for some time. They say that Mr Walpole is a bully and truly first rate man on the Partie site. DIsreali, they would get rid of if they dared but they know he would not scruple to turn against them if they offended him and so and so. Mr Newdigate very honest and hard working, not brilliant. All this from goo authority, a man much in political circles, a nephew of Mr [Hener?] Your affectionate, L.M [Louisa Marsh]

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Letter continues. Not Posy, Someone discussing the Heaths. Mentions Berty [CEH] 1860s?

[Page] 2

Continues.. is rather losing a certain little air of distinction she [hel?] and getting rather heavy and Heathy looking, if you understand what I mean? Bert [Cuthbert Eden Heath] is a very fine lad and so sensible, agreeable and [Mac?] like in his conversation, so anxious to see, hear and know about everything, and gets so completely the healthy minded lad without a suspicion ever of a fastness about him. It is quite wonderful to see Sydney Buxtons looks. I have never seen him the least like this before. Really healthy looking. Of course dear Emily will not allow that it is homeopathy and attributes his improvement to the rubbing in of Cod Liver Oil and the taking it internally. The former is a device of Dr Walker, the taking it internally her own suggestion. But this on my asking her she was obliged to admit he had done before and she therefore fears and doubts the permanency of the improvement. If she does not, I should say that a decided change is taking place in his constitution. Emily [Emily Mary Buxton 1824-1909] called for me and in her carriage we took Sydney [Sir Sydney Charles Buxton 1853-1934] to the School Board, a very handsome Parliament House in small on that lovely Embankment. We went to the Strangers portion of the house under the Gallery and saw Sydney walk into the house. He looked so very nice and clever. Certainly not an ordinary face. He put one in mind of his father, but with more strength of moral and will expressed in his face. There were 3 or 4 ladies sitting in their places as Members of the Board and looking horridly out of place, and the sight of all their little ways and looks would have cured me of any belief in the good of Womens rights if I had ever entertained any leanings that way. Afterwards I drove about with Emily while she made sundry calls and then came home and found Posy vastly entertained by a heap of visitors she had had. I think she is decidedly better and will again think she is looking tres bien but though the swelling has visibly diminished outside, from what it was she still feels the same difficulty in .. continues?

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List of people - May be Posys list for sending out programmes for Golden Legend. 1881/2

Mrs Davies.18 Blandford Square

Miss Tollet.30 Queen Ann Street at home.

Mrs H. Wedgwood. 31 Queen Ann Streeet. No.2

Mrs [Palpam?] 5YorkGate at home.

Mrs Davies.18 Blandford Square. Out.

Mrs Litchfield.2 Bryanston Street,Portman Square.

Miss Clutterbucks.8 Great Cumberland Street. 2. At home.

Mrs Baker.7 Southwark Place. Out.

Mrs F Holland.2 Gloucester St,Hyde Park. [out town?]

Mrs Arturo and Mrs Maclane.15 Hyde Park Square. Out of town. 2

Mrs Crofton.29 Sussex Terrace. Not time. 2

Mrs [Lingen?]6 Westbourne Crescent. Out.

Lady Sandford. 9GloucesterTerrace. Not found.Hyde Park

Mrs Hutton andMiss.36LancasterGate. 2. Out

Miss Page Turner.22 Westbourne Street. Cold, not at home.

Miss Hollands. 72 Brook Street.2. At home.

Mrs [Becgon?]17 Grosvenor Square. Out of town[?]

Miss Milmans.9 Berkley Square. 2. At home.

Miss Moores.23 Bolton Street. 2. at home

Lady Donaldson.15 Queen Street.Mayfair. Just bought [so, 80?] and bought them in when they wanted.

Lady Edmonstone and Miss Browne.2/34 Wilton Place. Mrs Ricketts.38 Wilton Crescent.

Mrs Seton Karr. ByLoundes Square

Mrs Croft.18 Eaton Place South.

Miss Gifford.4 Eaton Place South.

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Letter to Frank

Eastbury

15^th October 1860

Dearest Frank,

Here I am all alone; Mama and Louisa started this morning at seven oclock and Turner is returned reporting their safe arrival at Slough with an hour and quarter to spare. My cold was so bad this morning that Mama advised me not to go; so I lay in bed until eleven and can now, I think, convalesce so I intend to go to to tomorrow and will meet you and Mary [Harry] (you will infer that I opened your note to Louisa) in Cadogan Place at 2 oclock; so that we may come down together by the 3 oclock train. I am anxious and somewhat nervous as to how our dear Mama will get through her houseful business at [Burston??] She should not have persuaded me to stay behind, had I not had a feeling that she would do better without than with me.

I rejoice to hear that Mr Hutton is returned, so much improved in health. Make my very kind regards to him and to Mrs Hutton and all the party now at Putney Park.

Ever dearest Frank,

Most affectionate [ACM. Cant be Arthur?]

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Letter to Posy. [from AMC?] [1871?]

My dearest Posy,

You did quite right to persuade Louisa to go. I should have been vexed, beyond all reason of my vexation which you know is a pretty large one, if she had missed such an opportunity of seeing the world in a new form and having a very pleasant evening moreover. I send her gloves, and will do all in my power to match your Poplin, in which I have no fear but I shall succeed. All you other commissions and that of dear Emilia shall be duly executed. I want grievously to get home and [thought very happy here, Georgy is) and if your father approves (so dear and kind) shall return on Friday instead of writing for him. But that will be as he thinks best. We went to the British Gallery last night. There was not one person I knew there and indeed, few people. The world was all gone to the Waverly Ball, I suppose. St.Jamess Street was filled with carriages as we came back. The pictures were most beautiful, such as the [bronds?] and two or three such [Huysdaels?] a very fine elevation of the Cross by Rubens. The pictures do look remarkably well by candle light, but one or two, where the light does not fall happily are lost. I hope the poor [sheet?] cow will recover. I fear they have been starved certainly, not well managed, or we should not have such losses. [Sywant?] has been - [page missing?]

Mrs Holland says Oh I dont wonder at Posy dancing the Polka, she is so graceful in everything she does.

Do send me Mrs Kennedys direction by return of post.

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Letter from Posy, to Martin? continues.. [Emilia starts 1846] [Willaim Marsh died 1846] [Lady Villiers wedding 1845]

Continues... for it. Mama is much the better for her change of air and scene. She begins her Emilia proofs next week. Aunt Georgy thinks she has got a [lit-at/act?] I hope t may prove so for I think Grand papa much wants Cheltenham air though he is better than he was. I do not think I have heard anything new. Of course you have heard all about the Lady Adela Villiers affair. I dare say it does not interest you. They say, who knew him, that he is a thorough good for nothing. I dont think they could have expected much better from a man who could do such a thing. How delightfully soon we shall see you again, only 3 weeks now. I am glad you are picking up more things for the screen. I think you said John [Greenwood] was doing something for you himself in that way atEton. We go home tomorrow. Was it not provoking that we could not go to Melford but it was impossible. We want, if we can, to get two of the Gifford young men for the Xmas Party or rather, St. Albans Ball. Lady Coleman is just come in and I think I have told you all you will care to hear so I wills top.

Ever your own most affectionate sister,

Posy.

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Letter from Posy ? to Stamford. Early 1856

Eastbury

Friday

My dear Uncle Caldwell,

Mama and I think that perhaps you might like to hear from us during Louisa's absence. Wherefore I shall give you the trouble of reading one of my scrawls. Last week Mama went to pay a visit from Wednesday to Saturday to Miss Sarah Wedgwood [1776-1856]. She slept and dined at Mr Charles Darwins at it was feared her staying in the house would have been too much for Miss Sarah. She was very feeble on her feet but that was the only change Mama saw in her. She seemed to enjoy her company very much. Her mind seems chiefly occupied in religious and philanthropic subjects, being much distressed at the sale of opium. She reads most of the religious books that come out and seems in a very calm and happy state of mind. She took great interest in hearing of you. She had always had a great regard for you, she said. Mama found Charles Darwin full of physiological pursuits. He has some new theory about species which is to upset all the received ideas, if he can persuade the scientific world to adopt it, which seems very doubtful. Mrs Charles [Emma Darwin, ne Wedgwood] was looking very pretty, but Mama is sorry to say, not in good health. Thence Mama went to Judge Cromptons [Sir Charles Crompton] where she staid till Monday. Mama met the Aldersons and Justice Crowder. There did not seem to be a shadow of a doubt with respect to Palmers guilt. [William Palmer murder trial London early 1856]

Continues?

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Part of letter Page 2 [November 1851]

Continues have [beezed?] round since then. From Emily I went to Mrs Edens where I found a large party of people and heard nothing in particular except that such was the confidence that all could end quietly in Paris that Mr Charles [Eyres?], who was married on Tuesday last intended, when I saw him on Thursday, to go to Paris for his wedding journey. You have no doubt heard from my mother as a letter was forwarded from you to her the day I left home and she, I daresay, will have much more public news to tell you than the few miserable scraps I heard. Of gossip, the topic was the marriage of the Duke of Richmonds daughter to the Prince of Sax-Weimer. She is to have no real rank in this country. I mean to say that she is not to the rank as a Princess and will be received at Court only as a Dukes daughter [whod?] be married to a commoner. The Prince, some people say, is a most agreeable, fascinating person and that Miss Lane Fox did die of a broken heart about him. Others that he is inane and stupid and that Miss Lane Fox grew good (what that had to do with it I can't see) and broke off the engagement some time before she died. Lady A Gordon Lennox is not handsome but clever. Her father was against the match. Her mother for it. Her trousseau was magnificent and contained a great many of the waistcoats which are at this moment so much the rage for ladies attire, and approach to Bloomerism you will think. This is all the gossip with which I have to regale you. We are made glad by my cousin George Marsh having .. continues?

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Letter to Georgina from Posy. Not from Louisa who is ill.

Paigne

Saturday 11^th June [1881/2]

Such a satisfaction, beloved G, to hear you are safe out of Mostnyn, and have left the Turks and Assyrians[?] [Assamians?] behind you. I fear you would not get the letter I wrote to Antivari. I wrote on the 9^th and 30^th May. Nettie left us after breakfast this morning, very happy at the thought of meeting her beloved who has cleverly arranged her trains so that she goes round by Gloucester and John joins her on first station after Cirencester so that they will travel nearly all the way up to town together. We love her more and more. She is a girl that one likes the more one knows her, and she cannot fail to make your John happy, I feel sure. She has some pretty gowns and looked nice. She is not pretty, but very engaging and it is a face that grows on you more and more. I am so glad she is going to Anstie for a night, for this mornings paper we see the announcement of Sir J. Hopes death at Cearridin[?]. As it could not be averted it is well that it should have taken place a fortnight before the wedding instead of perhaps the very day. It is all over now, and the first pain of the grief will be passed for poor Lady Hope and her father and mother. It is singular that the Shadow of death should have thus fallen on both Arthurs and Marys weddings. I fear you will hardly be in time for the 22^nd. We are not going and I am sure it was felt as a relief that we declined, though dear Mary wrote very kindly about it. We are getting worse and worse as to Ireland and Fenians. Yesterday, or rather, in the night, an attempt was made to blow up the Liverpool Town Hall. The Police behaved with admirable courage and presence of mind and the two men were caught after a desperate chase and the explosion machine was carried into the road just in time to prevent the explosion doing much damage, and no lives were lost. The men are both Fenians. We went to a lecture in our Guildhall last night and were much interested. Mr Turley (the celebrated) gave us practical illustrations of modes of carrying wounded men. 3 Policemen assisted and our Curate, Mr Arthur was the wounded man. He was let in for rather more than he expected, I am afraid. Mr Hurley looks so clever and has an interesting, firm and gentle face and wonderful dexterity of hand. He related a few incidents of his adventures. He has been on 7 fields of Battle or Campaigns. I really forget which. Besides the Siege of Paris. Now he is directing his attention to the [amelioration?] of suffering from mine accidents. Louisa has been [vaccinated?] but we hope it will not take. She is certainly not strong and varies much in her looks. It is so pleasant having her here. She is always so charming. Her visit is rapidly [narrowing, coming?] to a close.
I am My [Posy?]

PB1010093

Envelope letterhead Linley Wood, Talk o th Hill, Staffordshire - 1876

Addressed to

Mr MacHutchin & Mr Wickhams [repaid, liquid?] memorandum accepting condition of my [blotch on envelop] firth to the new [amount?]

Memorandum

Besides the 4 (four) conditions already agreed to by us we farther agree to accept the following:-

5^th That the New Church be not at any time made the Parish Church of Talke without the consent of the Miss Marsh-Caldwells

6^th That no ornament be placed in, nor used, nor any ritual used in this Church contrary to the decisions of the Court, as by Law established, for the ascertaining of the Law on such matters, in the Church of England.

Having explained to the Miss Marsh-Caldwells that the above conditions are not binding only [because?] I cheerfully sign them.
Mr W MacHutchin

Vicar

Nov 27^th 1876

Memorandum

We promise that the Nave shall if practicably be used for Divine Service, when ready. We further agree to accept the donation offered by Miss R.J. Marsh-Caldwell and the condition upon which it is offered.

M.W. MacHutchin

VicarW.A. Wickham

Curate in Charge.

Talke

24^th November 1876

Talke, 25 November 1876

We give our subscription to the proposed new Church to be built in the St. Saviour site with the understanding that when the Church is completed it may, if thought desirable and we are convinced that it is, desirable, be converted into the Parish Church.

Signed by the Miss Marsh-Caldwells

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Letter from AMC to Posy 1867

Miss R. J. Marsh Caldwell

Ordnance House

Sheerness

Postmark LondonS.W. 2^nd Feb 67

Address on back may say Loundes Street.

13^th Feb 1867

Dearest R. [Posy]

I have only time for a very short note. I am sorry but I can quite understand that dear Richard rather dreads the noise and hurry of London, but though the back dining room is very dull it is at least quiet, and has the double door, and if it was thought good he could have his bed put up in it and use the little room as his dressing room. Change and rest he must have and I came down to write this and more but found Mary was writing today after consulting with your sisters to ask him down to her house. They think it would be the better plan. I can only say that I shall be most heartily glad to receive my dear Richard whenever it suits him to come. But I would not say a word to make him think I shall be hurt if he very naturally prefers Marys quiet villa to Loundes Street, at least till he is better again. All I wish on my side is to do everything in my power to make him comfortable. If he chooses L. [Loundes] Street, at all events I hope he will pay us a visit by and by. If he prefers Mary now tell him [then?] with my kind love. The Demonstration I was glad to see I met crowds thronging the pathways, but all as quiet and indifferent as possible in spite of all possible [excuses, escapes?] of some kind I suppose to do it to get up cheers, they could not, except I think twice only, a faint little cheers were heard. They looked so vexed at their ill success. It was a poor display, nothing like so nice as our Clubs. There were numbers of beardless boys walking in the procession and generally shabby looking men. The great men in the open carriages remarkably ill looking fellows I thought. It was a miserable failure and I hope will make them as sick of it, as other people are for all traffic was suspended, and the coal and other carts standing losing an hour, impossible to move. The poor Cabmen complained of losing so great a part of their day. In short, even the great unwashed seemed discontent with this glorious display. Lady Mary [E?] called yesterday and I gave her one of Mr Taylors little books. But I believe they will be almost quite useless because there is not the merest outline of a scheme there to relieve these poor poor sufferers, and when there is nothing of that sort even glanced at People turn away in despair. I have not yet made up my mind about my [Duchess?] and for this very reason L [Louisa] is gone down to Bethnal Green today, she started so early that I had not time to write even a line to Georgy, but I [would write?] tomorrow and take her opinion upon the Duchess point. I am so tired that I can write no more.

Ever my Ps own loving mother.

Thank my dearest Fan for her appendage to yours, here is a bit for her.

Dear Fanny,

I think Posys suggestion of the back room would take away many of dear Richards objections. I am sure you feel and know that my only wish is that he should do exactly as he feels inclined and I trust that at a days notice to make ready for his comfort, he will come down whenever he feels inclined and give us as much of his time as he possibly can.

My Fannys own loving and admiring mother. The house feels so dull now you are gone.

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Letter from Posy to Georgina who was on holiday around Europe. Written a lot in short hand, difficult to read.

Linley Wood

Thursday, 28^th May. [1881-1882]

Darling Gis, you welcome letter No.2 from [Rapisn?] arrived this morning and we had just time to read it before 10 oclock Ch: How interesting all you tell us. We are so sorry we did not write again to [Rapuser?] but by your itinerary did not think there was time and wrote to [Cittiiqi?]. I hope you got that and the [Cattaid?] letter, which we are forwarding if you did not. Now, about what will interest you most. Johns affair. All is going on most prosperously. They are evidently delighted and he is as happy as can be. Last Saturday Mr and Mrs Royds, May and Nettie came over to lunch, and staid to tea. It is charming to see all their happy faces. After lunch we walked out, [around?] wood. Mr R [Royds] fell to my share.L [Louisa] with Mrs [Royds]. He told me he liked John much, what he had seen of him. Also, he did not think large means the least necessary for happiness. And that his girls were just as ready to give up their [parties, huntus?] and other luxuries as if they had never had them. More or indeed he and I agreed for having had them and knowing their worth. My impression was that he thought they might marry on what they had. Louisa had been talking to Mrs Royds, more fully and when we all met Mrs Royds asked her to tell Mr Royds and so they 2 walked together and Louisa will tell you her own tale. Then Mrs Royds and May and I sat together and ensure two were together and she told me about Nettie. And how sensible she was and how careful she had been never to let anything go too far with her many admirers, and how she had never cared for anything before. Nettie herself has grown so much more serious and quiet that I felt a bit afraid. But on Monday when I said to her, how nice it must be to make any one so happy by him. She said I should think so. Most emphatically. only it seems so selfish to take him from you. Mrs Royds told me she was so very fond of us all and indeed, with her little laugh, the Aunts had a great deal to do with it. And Nettie tells John if it had not been for his Aunts! Well, she does not know etc. And on Saturday evening Nele came down and is quite satisfied. He was not looking very well, but a ride on your horse Sunday afternoon and the country air set him all right. He was so dear, and so [assurable?] assured me he was quite free [of, for?] any affair but I gathered, in fact he told me, the match he was interested in is A. at M D: he thinks A told the elders that day he went down and that there is an understanding but of course you know all this.

Monday the three Ls[?] to Talke Church where Louisa I joined them. In the evening we three women [tufts?] whilst John and Nele sat on the garden terrace talking and smoking. Dear brothers, they are so happy together. My dear boy. As John calls him left about 11 oclock train for Crewewhere he slept, going up by the 3 a.m. train on Thursday afternoon. We four went to Brereton for 5 oclock tea. It is delightful seeing the happiness there. Miss Tipping was there. Nettie is her darling and she had begged to come over to have a look! And for a charming[?] little note of Mrs Royds yesterday to Louisa, they seem to have had great fun after Louisa and I left. Miss Tipping was extremely jolly and seemed as happy as the rest of the party. I like Nettie more and more and feel sure that John has chosen very well. CL asked John in his letter to him to ask Nele to write and tell him about it, so the same day Louisa wrote her letter to [FL Loring?] which Nele said was most successful. I wrote mine, and yesterday I heard from her expressing herself quite satisfied of course. It did not matter one way or the other, as certainly his consent was not needed. Her letters always trouble me, as she write so affectionately and think it is such a bother when one cant return it. John comes back late this evening, and L and he start tomorrow. I probably 4^th. Mary asked me to come 6^th but being [Whih?] Monday I cant travel that day. No doubt she forgot as I did until I mentioned it before Marie and Mrs Jouler yesterday. L and I went over to lunch with M N, and they both screamed, so I have written to propose 4^th or 7^th. Wedding fixed for 22^nd. A came home, or rather, to Anstie last Saturday 21^st, two days sooner then expected. Sir A and Lady C are at Carriden where, alas, Sir J [Hope] is dying. But this is not to put off their wedding, apparently, as Ada says in her note, probably the wedding will therefore be a very quiet one. They had had once more one of their Saturday parties, and seemed bright but M[Muggy?] seemed very tired, too tired to write. We had such a sweet letter from[F?] this morning. I think it is a [huast?]a pleasure to her that now we can, by experience, have a common sympathy with her - about the parting from the children, she feels so much for us. But as CC says, probably it is better for us now than if he had lived some years with us. And when one sees the radiant joy of all the others one cant but be very happy in all this happiness. Mr Royds, Nettie told us, was going to consult John about some plans for new farm buildings he is putting up on one of his farms. His and Mrs Royds [landed?] property go to the son of course. This Mrs Royds mentioned in note. 8,000 comes to the girls on her death. And the other four on Mr Royds death. hers, his. Did I tell you [May, Mary?]s four bridesmaids, over which she has had great trouble, she tells me. Ada, Emily [Baxter, Buxton, Payton?] a Broadwood and a Gambier. All her relations refused. Saturn Pink is to be the dress. Mdm D has sent Louisa a most becoming bonnet in Blle Spanish Lace and violets almost [causing, carrying?] it to match dress. Mr W H came yesterday just as we were starting for Hem Heath, about a banner for the G & S as Mr Tremlow wishes us to have one so we hope to get one for John 2 or 3. so I dare say the girls will like it. The Heaths, on the 2^nd or 3^rd July, I forget which, but we shall be home in time even if we do take a week in London as Louisa wishes and John would like. Mr [Dale? Porte?] has today we hear from [Barker?] only sent in 275 rents. But our saving [Gs?] are good , to last at 108.16.2 and HK owes [Manus, Mama?] still 6.2 Kp but that these I [who?] will soon pick up, as [Senah pesat Sat?] and Evans with me and Bd W 10/6 per week. I am afraid [Shoks?] can not come back, he bites children and a woman whose boy came up with a telegram on Sat and got bit has been up with Mrs Higgs this morning. The boys leg is bad as he was wearing a [bosted?] stocking and walking about all two hot days afterwards, of course the poor mother is in a fright, and wants Shako to be killed, in case he should ever go mad! Shaks is in the best of health so we have no fear for the boy, but of course they will poison him if he comes back. And besides we cannot take the risk of a biting dog. Mrs Higgs refuses, naturally, to send the boy. Mr Royds, who looked at the boys leg well said it was only the outer skin that was hurt. But I fancy the swelling he had afterwards made it bad. There is no home news. We have been very busy, so I could not possibly find time to write a journal. I had a good many letters to write about the Golden Legend, [Gertrudte?] sending me down 2 dozen of their programmes to distribute. They think it most beautiful, all of them and delight in it the more they sing it. Yesterday their concert, on Saturday they give it again and Monday it was given by professionals with orchestra for [Frobel?] Schools. At Willies room so I hope it is publickly launched. I heard from Rachel today, letter asks of dear M. I do trust she is really improving. I dont hear much J C & A naturally. They couldnt write about it. I shall try and go and see Mrs R [Jurury?] when I go up to town. And I shall have these. I cant think how the time goes, but one is at it from 10 oclock until 5 tea, and not always done then. We have had such a delicious May. I never knew one like it here. It looks now as if rain were coming, it was so hot when we [lunch?] and came for Ch, but I think there must have been a storm somewhere as it is much cooler. They are working at all diligence to get in the turnips and I hope will succeed before the rain comes. We have been having most delicious strawberries every day for the House, for the last 10 days. Our crop of grapes looks grand. All farm beasts are, I believe, well. And this has been a grand month for tanners, but Buxton thinks grass will be short. John has bought 6, I think, more beasts, but Louisa tells you all this. Rain looks as if it were coming forthwith. I had two dear notes from Augusta and Rachel today. Augusta is not surprised. I had not had time tow rite and tell her, she heard it through Connie [wrote us?]I mentioned it when reading a Golden Legend programme I am afraid it is a storm. And the garden is just going to be lovely with Peonies. This yellow billy[?], red tulips etc etc. There is no parish news. I think; Annas wedding on the 16^th, all seem to agree that both are very happy. One feels settling down again after the earthquake of Johns engagement and able to go back more complacently to the idea of the old groove without a man. Cheneaux is going up on Saturday for a week inLondon, comes back before I start. Louisa says according to here account 76 in hand. Which does tally with mine. I hope she is right: repairs carriage estimate 15 which I think little for what has to be done. John and Wainwright both say they must be done to preserve the carriage. Rain just begun, but nothing to stop work. I hope I shall hear again where to write before I go to Anstie. I do trust darling Gies you wont be over tired with your journey to Cettiige[?], the comfort is the boats journey will [rest?] you. What a delightful journey you have had but is it not nice that you are turning your steps homeward, delicious! I heard from Georgy Taylor the other day. Having sent a Programme to Mrs S. K. She mentioned me so GT wrote. He is bringing out a book on the original Alphabet. Mrs [Garfirles?] has married a Mr Randolph, a clergyman, son of Canon Randoph, 15 years younger than herself.

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Letter from Arthur Loring to Aunt Missings

Blue Letterhead HMS Bellerophon.

Port Royal

Jaimaica

March 11^th

Dear Aunt Missings

Thank you very much for your letter which I was very glad to get and ought to have answered 2 mails ago but didnt, I am ashamed to say. We have nearly completed our tour round the West Indies and I shall not be very sorry when we are once more alongside the mole at that dull and therefore quiet place, Bermuda. We have been to Antigua,Barbados, Trinidad,St. Vincent, St.Lucia, St. Christopher, St. Thomass and are, as you see, at Jamaica now; we leave the day after tomorrow for Havana where we go back to Bermuda.

I have enjoyed my quick sight of the West Indies very much and am delighted with their beauty, particularly with Trinidad. The islands are so much cultivated now that if you want to see any tropical vegetation (except Lagar Cove) you have go well up into the Hills [sic]. I went for a long walk one Sunday at St. Christophers (St,. Kitts) with our 1^st Lieutenant, Amys cousin, [Scocaton?]Holland. We climbed about 1000 feet, the first 800 through [Lagar?] cove and that last 700 through splendid tropical vegetation so thick that had there not been a small track cut by some wood cutters we could not have got up at all. The hill would have been a precipice had it not been fro the thick growth all over it which made it like an enormous great tree nailed to an [aly?] perpendicular wall. What astounded me most were the quantity of [parantro, parasites?] growing on any thing they could find, some on one another, and they are so handsome that one does not notice the want of flowers (of which there were very few) in the least. Our track finally ran up a tree on the top of one of the ridges and we could not get any further so we sat down and rested for I for one was awfully done up. I felt as if I could stayed there until further order admiring the different plant and trees and the ferns round me. It was all [No.1?] could do to get me down again. I was very stiff for some time afterwards but have always been glad that I went up. I suppose you have seen all these sort of things before in [South?]America but I always like hearing other peoples impressions on seeing things that I have seen before so I give you mine in case you care for them. I am very much disappointed in the inhabitants who are an idle, good for nothing lot, I mean the negroes. The whites vary, in some of the islands they are very nice, in others they are very low bred.

Barbados was the pleasantest island in that way. They are all nice people and there are plenty of them. We have any amount of [fun?] there in the way of balls and garden parties. The only drawback to the West Indies is the heat which is highly unpleasant to my mind. I saw Duke at Barbados and dined with him there and at St. Thomas when we met the Spartan again. He lunched with me and we spent the afternoon together on shore. I was rather disappointed in him at first but like him much after seeing a little more of him.

Our band, which is considered first rate, now is playing such a pretty selection from Lucrezia Borgia, they have just come to that pretty drinking song.

I have just had a letter from my cousin [Emmie Kindesley?] telling me of her engagement. She gives me a capital description of the man of her choice. I will give it you in case Aunt Georgey should like to read it, as she knows her, I think. She begins by saying she is engaged to such a jolly man. Then describes him, He is 6ft 1 ins, rather good looking, not very talkative, but very nice and very good. I like it very much as it is not too enthusiastic. I dont mean any comparisons as they are odious, but I think it is a very good description and as she is an uncommonly nice girl I am very glad she had got a nice husband. He is not very rich and they will have to wait a year, I gather from her letter, for funds.

I read Kenden Chillingley at Anstie and I think was never more interested in a novel and I remember, I am ashamed to say, that I finished in my bed on Sunday evening.

Please give my love to Aunt G and tell her that I am very sorry she has not heard of me for so long as she says in her last letter, but that it is not my fault that as this is the first mail I have not written home or to her since we have been out here.

Please do give my love to dear Grandmamma and Aunt Posy and to the Croftons when you see them.

Your loving Godson,

Arthur N. Loring.

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Bim mNgor St

July 14 1866

Sir,

I beg with thanks to acknowledge the safe arrival of [P.0.0 - 9.0.0?] received this morning in discharge of my Bill.

Your vy or

J. N.W. Cadly

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Transcription of American history?

Vol 3 History of English Navy

Page 294

Prideauxs forces of about 5000 men started on May 20^th from Schenactady up the Mohawk River and so amid great difficulties to Oswego on Lake Ontario. Whence leaving there a detachment, it crossed the Lake and reached Niagara on July 6^th. The Operations General Prideaux was killed by accident and the command devolved upon the Colonial Colonel, Sir William Johnson Bart, who after defeating a relieving force of the enemy received the surrender of the Fort on 25^th July. Johnson being short of ammunition and supplies then returned to Oswego where he relinquished his command to Brigadier General Gage who built a Fort there while Captain Joshua Loring R.N. superintended the construction of two large vessels for the navigation and command ofLakeOntario and the River Lawrence.

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Ripped envelop addressed

Miss R Marsh

Dr Holland

25 Lower

Grosvenor

London

43 [1843?]

Black wax seal on back.

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Part of letter

Continues.. same Militia regiment (The 4^th battalion of the North Stafford) were Frank, the other partner at Etruria leaving only poor elderly Lawrence, as well as my nephew and ward, Bertram and another Barlaston grandson. We had very little notice, and it has shaken us both. To help poor Lawrence, Godfrey is making the great effort of going to work at Etruria again and had been doing it for about a month when this attack knocked him down. I feel almost as if he had been hit by a Mauser rifle bullet.

Dear Rosamond believe me to be always your affectionate Hope Wedgwood

PB1010115

Letter from Posy to AMC, written horizontally and vertically. She says Amy writes other letters from this trip. [1871 trip?] [Copied to Swiss file]

Continues... it anchored before us with all its [banducles?] fluttering in the breeze, very gay and pretty. Then our boat came. We coasted along Savoy quite close under the mountains here whose thick woods of very imaginable tint creep up the sides in some places ending in a few firs crowning their summits, in others the bare bleak rock. Villages and chalets nestle down quite close to the waters edge, all bright and sparkling in the sun. Meillerie, a curious old village, 5 priests, not prepossessing looking. An old English shopkeeper I should say, who had got on the wrong boat and 3 or 4 rather heavy unprepossessing young English men, was our boat load. But of the beauty as the valley of the Rhone gradually comes out, mountain behind mountain. The Tour dAice[?], the Grand Meurons and their glaciers. Dents de Morcales on the left and as you rounded the Roches de Meillerie the Dents du Midi came out and now the peaks began to take that lovely rosy hue from the setting sun, looking all the brighter for the deep smoke grey of the mountains and valleys below. It is no use, one can only say it was wonderously beautiful. And so we sped across the lake to Vevey, at least, lumbered across for we were in an old tub of a boat. We got to Vevey. I find Amy has sent such a capital account of our reception of Vevey and its beauties I had write no more. Les Trois Consonnes[?] is a lovely Hotel. It was startling when we came out to see the Dents des Midis turned gradually grey with streaks of white. The glaciers lying like frozen pods on the sides of the mountains are very striking.

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The Bergerons this morning between them have planned a charming tour up the Valley of the Rhone and toward by Lucerne, Interlaken and Brienz[?] and Lausanne. I think it will be such a pity not to see it under these good guides that I have determined to spend a little of my M.S.[?] legacy in giving Amy and myself the [treat?] I suppose it will be wise to have 30 more in a circular note and of course I pay the interest. It seems a pity to sell [out act?] when I shall be selling out it [fauty?] so if dearest Mama you could kindly arrange for this I should be obliged. Direct Monsieur Bergeron,Lausanne. It will come all safely. I hope that you will approve of course I give Amy this tour. Our day yesterday came only to F31.20c. As Mr B[Bergeron] would insist upon paying the hotels and Annie the carriage in spite of all that I could say. They are both so very kind and Annie is quite charming. I think that both rather enjoy the idea of our making this tour together. My only take off to what I think has been the happiest time of my life is that you are not all here. What I would give to transport you dearest Mama Mrs [Geppy?]wise to the trois Consonnes with M. B at [yr?] side that kind host might provide you with the best. My dear love to you all of course you will see Amys letters and they can mine if they like. I wish I could make you feel all these beauties, but a M. Margret says, nothing can give les impressions but seeing with ones own eyes [imagine?] as we may. Photos, I think, would  [be?] horrid, they give you a lifeless corpse and pretend it is reality. We are to go up to Les Plans today, if the world lasts! As Annie says, it will be very pleasant there. I am sure there is a German Professor Winterhalter, cousin of [Mi Pantu?] his wife and some others there now. Direct all the same Lausanne please.

Now good bye dearest all.
Your loving Posy.

Sunday. We went to Church at Nichy[?] and spent an hour until afternoon Ch up here on the shores of the lake. I fear the weather is going to change today. We are writing good bye again. Amy is in [raptures?] as bright and as happy as a bee.

PB1010117

Part of Letter from Louisa to Stamford

Continues ...Royal will be completely filled by the Court and all its foreign friends.

You will be glad to hear that Richard Crofton is now at the top of the list. The next step will make him Lieutenant Colonel. I am so glad for dear Fannys sake as well as for all ourselves.

The Corbets are all come to live in London. Poor man, he seems to find his life much happier, the responsibility of such a large estate as Adderley in his blind and helpless state pressed upon him so heavily that he feels the abdication he has made to his son is a great relief. Mrs Corbet is going some day to take my mother to see an extraordinary woman who is a [Sudenbojian?], and who draws flowers beautifully, though she has never learnt and she declares wholly by the aid of the spirits, which you know the Sweden boyians believe we are surrounded by. This person is quite a lady and only shows her spiritual acquirements to private friends. So there is no trick for the sake of gain in the matter and it is only one more of the mad delusions which the geese of this generation think themselves wise in behaving. Mrs Carnegie, the wife of our sweeper at Eastbury called here the other day. She is a very plain mannered person and certainly on the whole not attractive. My cousin George writes us word from Paris [?]I wish so much to go back. (to India) for there seems every likelihood of active service in the Madras Residency. Our great native city of Hyderabad and the whole of the Nizams country is in a very disturbed state. So much so that Governor of Madras has found it necessary to send troops there as an outbreak is expected but all is quiet at present. I want to be off as soon as I can. He is home on sick leave, poor fellow. Abscess on the liver, but he is quite right to wish to be off. We would much rather see a young man risk his life once for the chance of activity in the world, than take a coddling care of it, dont you think so?

Your ever affectionate niece,

E. Louisa Marsh.

File PB1010119

Letter from Posy to Stamford from Malta at time of Crimea War, about 1855 as Richard Crofton born 1854.

Fort St. Angelo

May 6^th

My dear Uncle Caldwell

Last mail from England brought me a letter from Mama, in which she sends me word of the very kind and handsome present of 25 you have sent me, and for which pray accept my warmest and best thanks; it was so very kind of you to think of and remember me, but I find it impossible to offer the dear Croftons anything for my board, as they kindly say having asked me for their guest they could not think of receiving anything towards it. What my dear Uncle, under these circumstances would you wish me to employ your gracious gift upon? Perhaps you would kindly send me a word through Louisa.

We are at present in a most uncertain state as to our movements as it is on the cards we may be ordered off this week! Or the Croftons may stay here till Richard gets his promotion but as Richard wishes you to know all about it I will tell you what has brought us into this enviable(!) situation. I assure you I go to bed every night with the dread of waking every morning to the intelligence that we must pack up and be off in 24 hours! Sometime ago, about a month, news reached the Sergeant Major, these non commissioned officers always have the first news. That Captain Inglefields company now at Woolwich was under order to relieve Captain Croftons company at Malta. Richard, hearing this, said in joke to some of the officers, If anyone will give me 100 I am your man for an exchange! To his surprise a few days after Captain Childs commanding another company here, came and asked him if he was serious in his offer, for that if so he should be glad to make the exchange on those terms. So Richard and Fanny consulted together and under the circumstances thought it would not be right to refuse so large a sum. The quarters they are in here are the best, most airy and consequently the healthiest inMalta, and they are house rent free, which of course , they would not be at Woolwich. The duty at Woolwich would be rather of a trying nature to Richard, out late at night etc. On the other hand there was the summer here. However, as I said, after weighing all things, they agreed to make the exchange if it could be effected before Captain Inglefields company arrived, or at all events before Richards company must leave. No positive news has yet reached the authorities here that Captain Inglefields company has started, but they have been medically inspected which is always done just before they start. Next Sunday Richard hopes to hear whether his exchange has been granted or not. But before then the company may arrive and R receive orders to embark without delay, though it is more probable the vessel will go on an drop the companies at [Corfu?] which [all, are?] going on there and then pick up this here. I think the chances are now becoming in favour of the Croftons remaining here, much as they wish to come toEnglandand great as the sacrifice has been I think they are quite right under the circumstances. Richard hopes to be Colonel in a year, or 2 years at outside, as he has only 12 above him now and a Brevet is expected at the time of the Review. If the Croftons stay I shall not return till early in June when I bring Baby with me who we are to take care of for the summer. He has been so delicate, dear little winsome fellow, that they are afraid of the summer for him. I wish you could see your little friend Amy. She is growing a fine childe and I hope will grow up pretty. Her eyes are very fine and her hair magnificent. She is decidedly a clever child and most remarkably sensible. Duke, I think, you would like, he is one of those open, winning natures that make everyone like them and very intelligent. Dicky, as I said, is the most winsome of baby boys: I wish you could see this happy mnage, where every one is happy in each other and their duty. Sergeant Dunn, Rs Sergeant, the other day said, I hear sir, you are going to leave us to which Richard answered, Yes, I am sorry to leave you all. Well, sir, said the Sergeant most emphatically in military phrase, All I can say is that theres not a man now left to sight that does not regret you. We were all saying so last night. Of course this pleased the good Captain and I am not surprised at his mens regrets. Fanny is looking very well. You would be surprised to see how elegantly and comfortably she conducts her household and they never owe a 6d, but then she says it is your kind gift which has enabled them to feel easy. Her quarters here border on the magnificent. St.Angelo is the oldest part of Malta, built by Lisle Adam when first the knights came here, standing on a high promontory of sandstone rock with 5 tiers of batteries, one below another to the sea. Her drawing room which is 40 feet long and 30ft high has a large window at one end in the recess made by the immense thickness of the walls. It looks out upon No.5 battery, some 400ft long with a look out house at the end whose balcony hanging over the batteries below. You look over the clear waters of the harbour which is filled with craft of all sorts from the huge Royal Albert and Hannibal 3 deckers through every grade of H.M.S. to the gun and [nintu?] boats, which lie on the water. Black, shapeless, awkward looking masses with a certain unmistakable sinister look about them, which makes you instinctively shrink from them as you would from a evil countenance. The huge mercantile fleet of monstrous Steam Transports giving one a better idea of Englands greatness than London itself. Particularly when you find some with the French and some with the Sardinian flag, floating from the main, telling that those nations have to honour their means of transport from us. These innumerable sailing craft of all nations. Light felucca sails from Sicily[Iceiily?] and Gozo boats, a curious cross between the old Spanish galleon and a Chinese junk. Very small of course and smaller still the same shape innumerable boats plying in all directions with all sorts of freights. Here Italian legion soldiers in their bright scarlet coats made owing to some careless mistake in the clothing department, of Sergeants cloth. Their shako with its plum of black cocks feathers nodding in front, or a freight of Hipelanders[?] whose much abused costume after all looks more manly and warlike than any. A boat full of women in their black sill Faldettes looking like [Inseline?] nuns till they turn around and a bright ribbon under their collar fastened by an expense [?] broach undeceives you, or a cargo of priests in long black robes and shovel hats, a most sinister looking set they are, the wolves of the block, one cannot help feeling, except where a sleek fox has got in or strong truculent-idle monks in their brown cloth garment and [comb?] shaven heads and brawny arms one longs to set to dig a [dike, drain?] instead of begging from house to house for broken victuals they pour into a huge bag and skiving away. These boats are the Captains [gigs?] looking so light and elegant, well across this harbour you look to sparkling Valetta with its flat roofed stone houses, its narrow streets climbing up the sides of its high promontory with their carved stone supports to the covered balconies that hang out from their fronts. On one side of our battery, the left, is a garden covered with mesembiranthemum and the old chapel, now an ordinance store, there is a granite pillar brought by the knights from Rhodes and Isle Adams monument, his body now lies in the fine Church of San Giovanniin Valetta. Duke would explain to you the use of all the curious things that are part of an ordinance store as well as the oldest gunner, on the right 12 32 pounders point threateningly to the mouth of the harbour, but they only pour out 24lbs powder in flash and smoke, when a salute of 21 guns is ordered. On each side of the harbour mouth, like dragons crouching on their promontory tops are Fort St Elmo and Ricasoli ready to pour out a stream of fire and shot on anyone who comes near without welcome. Turn round and look up the great harbour with its men of war and steamers and your eye rest on the high hills of the country beyond, which looks bright and green now, with rich [patilies?] of crimson from the sulla fields in full bloom, then Isla Point crowded with houses and crowned with its two Lombardi Venetian Churches separates the merchant creek which you cannot see with its crowds of shipping from Admiralty Creek, where only small men-of-war lay and which is bordered by the Admiralty, Victualling yards etc and ends in the new dock, where even Royal Alberts can get repaired when it screw takes it into its head to rare[?] out like silver paper, the strong copper casing of the shaft and work such a hole that the water comes rushing in 50 tons a minute and the fine ship is only saved by running her on a soft sand bank as, no doubt, you saw. Then we have two small [span, open?] gardens with high walls all round and a pepper tree which, till an envious gale tore off its head, was the finest and largest tree on the island and a cool basin of water with gold fish in it, and maidens hair drooping over it and fountains that can be played rising up at the feet of a well sculptured black Narcissus. And over the arch Isle Adams arms painted with the date 1523 and you think how nice it will be to sit here in the hot weather when your happy dreams are put to flight by the word mosquito. Geraniums have been flowering here ever since I came and now are brilliant. A flight of steps under an arch lead you to a balcony from which you step by a glass door into the drawing room and from which you over look Isla and the country which looks brown here because you are looking against the falls of the terraced fields which faces are all of stone, which in course of years will crumble to earth and add a little more of this desirable ingredient to the rocky island. We have a lobby and a fine dining room. Their bed Isle Adam died in a dressing room I inhabit and rooms for the baby and nurse below us are the mens quarters, about 100 [800?] and a better and more orderly set could not be found. Mr King, the Lieutenants quarters, are on the battery detached from us, so you see, out quarters are charming. I must tell you though, that Richard finds on calculation, he will not pocket a great deal by his exchange, he fears, as there is the expense of Babys going home. However, in spite of this, they have done well. Then, if you go into Valetta after crossing the harbour in one of these boats and land at Nix Mangiere steps, so called from the beggars who site there whining out Nix mangiere. After toiling up the steps you get to theMarinagate crossing the drawbridge you are refreshed after the villainous smells of Nix Mangiere with a delicious breeze of orange perfume rising from the trees growing in the moat below. There is always a bustle and turmoil at this gate. Groups of Titanic Jack Tars, soldiers of every conceivable uniform from the fine soldierlike respectable gunner, the Army Work Corps who get their b/a day and behave irreproachably, through every species of line of white, blues, green and black [facings?] to Marines and land transport caps. The last a rough set enough. Then there is the Italian legion in their bright scarlet or sober grey according to their regiment, and who, alas, are too active with their knives and killed the A.D.C. of the Police, a most respectable man, last night, in a wine shop quarrel. These dreadful wine shops are the destruction of the soldiers and sailors. Then shouting and yelling come rolling down the steep gate way a commissariat mule cart whos driver finds all this noise necessary to get his freight through the gate. A group of fat, well dressed priests, as set of Arabs in their white Bouruns[?] or a richly dressed Tunisian. Greeks and Turks, Faldetted women, English, French, Italian officers, Army and Navy, all these are seen about the streets. You climb up a flight more of steps. The shop people playing their trades outside their doors and at last reach the crest of the hill and may turn into San Biroauui Church, paved with the tomb stones of the knights with the arms emblazoned on them in polished marble. The walls richly carved and gilt and parts hung with crimson damask, and if you go in to a service, if you are of my mind, you come out devoutly thanking God you have been brought up a protestant. But there is certainly a degree of artistic fascination about it, if you go in, in the gloaming and see groups of women kneeling in their black fladettes. Men dotted here and there. Perhaps 2 or 3 soldiers will come in, kneel down and run through a prayer looking about them all the time. There are a great number of churches and priests to match. The shops do not equal those of an English country town by many degrees. The jewellery strikes you most and the quantity the people wear but then their fortunes are in their gold buttons, chains, carriage broaches, bracelets. I think Malta country is well described by one of our acquaintances here, as looking like a huge ruined city, which in spots, here and there, has been rebuilt. There are so many Casals or villages, each with at least one handsome church, with large stone figures in the Piazza before it. These large images of saints give a very rich look, especially to the streets in the towns, whose corners have mostly one, which the faithful are in an inscription urged to pray to on the promise of an indulgence of so many days. The society here is, of course, one may say, exclusive military and naval. We go out very little and ball rooms, though very brilliant, here from the uniforms, are not places to [judge?] of society in. or is should say, nothing well could be more vapid than it is. But I hear people who do go out and can judge complain very much of it. We are out of the daily whirl and rush of European life and interest, and become extremely local. There are some 1000 officers here, the mass of those one never sees in society. The Croftons are in the best set, of course. The little we do go out, dancing and picnics are the great amusement. I have seen[?] and known some of the distinguished men of the war. Captain [Mends?] for instance who all say planned the whole of the transporting of the troops to the Crimea and who is, to my mind, a delightful person. Captain Osborne, a fat, red faced man. Not ones ideal of a clever, active, heroic officer, such as he was in the sea of [Agoft?] Colonel Maulevener[?] the bravest of the brave. Major Strange[?] of the R.A. who worked his guns so well on the Malakoff that as it is now acknowledged he mainly contributed to the sweep of that attack. Then there is Admiral Renaud [Penand?], and staff come to superintend the passing on of the French troops home. (of Baltic celebrity). They had, last Friday, M. de Rousiu, the charming Flag Captain, informed us, sent home 15,000 and since then 2 or 3 line of battle ships (French) have come in crowded. We may have sent home as many hundred, but steamers are fast arriving and flying on to the Crimea now. You will be glad to hear that it is now the universal opinion of all competent judges amongst ourselves and especially amongst our allies, that never did the prestige ofEnglands power stand so high. Friends and foes stand aghast, when they are nearly [Page 4] ruined by the war to find that we have not apparently felt it. Those who have really been fighting, getting to consider themselves paid butchers as a distinguished officer said to me, seem really to rejoice in peace. Of course those who have seen nothing and [know?] nothing look only at the winnings and wish there was a chance of their sharing in them. The Navy naturally feeling they have done little or nothing and are invisible long to go at some one or thing. These gun boats are making fortifications tremble and how they are now to be built to resist them and with what receipt of metal they are to be defended is the great question at all events 68lbs instead of 32lb is to be placed here. The works are immense. They say it would take 60,000 men properly to man them. As long as we command the sea we are safe enough. 12 regiments are to be left here, I believe, and an additional force of Artillery. Of course people speculate on a war withAmericathough it is not believed in. However, some regiments here are under orders for Canada. Now my dear Uncle Caldwell, I hope you will not be quite tired out with this long letter. Allow me again to thank you for your kind present for whose destiny I wait your directions and pray believe how truly grateful I am to you for it.

I hope you are pretty well yourself. Dear Linley will be in all its beauty now, after all I am convinced that there is nothing like England to the English and I am looking forward with no little pleasure to being there again, sorry as I shall be to leave my dear kind hosts and happy as I have been here.

I know I shall often look back perhaps with regret, to the blue sky, clear waters, sparkling sunbeams of the day and brilliant star spangled nights of Malta.

Believe me my dear Uncle, your very affectionate niece,

Rose Marsh [Posy]

File PB1010125

Religious transcription or history

Continues ...carries us back to a date when is was of nature to contradict the priority of the Milanese Medalion and put back ours to an earlier date of which the way in which is was worn declined it of certainly of far more centuries of existence. Then to settle the question some proved to the [Paintings?]of the fathers of the church that from man had his portrait engraved or painted, nor even described in any book of authority, others affirmed categorically that Jesus never existed!

Between these extreme opinions the... continues

File 1010129

Envelop

Miss R. Marsh

3 Loundes Street

Transcription religious.

Pamphlet religious

Allons a Lui

Il est notre Pere

Il est notreGardien

Litanies de Saint Joseph.

File PB1010131

Letter from Louisa at Eastbury to Stamford [up to 1858]

Continues .. reserved some of them from the penny theatres. Some, the children of poor women who from vice have abandoned their children or committed suicide. One, the child of a murderer, and what pleased one so, was that the countenances were so open, so [fair?], and so lively, so different from what one should have expected and showing what a blessed work it was that these people have set up. There are several of these ragged schools inWestminsterand about here which are doing a world of good. They have all been set [agoing?] by Miss Howell, the daughter of a half pay officer in the Navy and very poor. The sad thing is that poor Miss Howell worked herself so hard that she is gone out of her mind, but her schools still remain and are all prosperous but this one, about which Adie Browne is interested. Dont think me a beggar, but if you should have a little charity money to give away I feel certain it could not be more satisfactorily bestowed than in helping this school and home. So much is sadly in want of funds and depends for them mainly upon one lady. Captain Ramsay is come in and is sitting here talking such nonsense about cooking that I can hardly collect my ideas. Tonight we dine at the Page Turners and tomorrow there is an amateur musical party. The charming accomplished and clever, though I fear, not very good Lord Gerald Fitzgerald. A Mr Coleridge, who is said to sing divinely by Pinkie Browne are to be the performers.

Every your affectionate niece,

E. Louisa Caldwell.

File PB1010133

Formal typed letter.

37, Harrington Gardens

London, S.W.

July 17^th, 1894

The Right Hon. Lord Roseberry, K.G. has kindly consented to present Mr. A.H. Lorings Testimonial (Clock and Purse) at No.10 Downing Street, next Thursday, July 19^th, at 2.45 p.m.

It is hoped all Subscribers who can make it convenient will be present.

Pray excuse short notice.

S. Vaughan Morgan

Honorary Treasurer

Envelop. May not be related to above letter.

J. Isaacs return forS.A.

Miss R. Marsh Caldwell

Linley Wood

Talke o Hill

Staffordshire

Postmark Worcester12 April 1901

File PB1010135

Part of letter from Georgina [1854?]

Continues.. only a question of weeks or months, and he has lost the sight of his other eye. Poor Sir Hyde [Parker 1784-1854, married Caroline Eden], it is such a melancholy ending of his life. His niece, Mrs Eden, is so anxious to go to him but it seems to be impossible. I am afraid I have no news to tell you except about the Russian [prisoners?] who I have not seen, but they seem to be [thankless?] disagreeable and insolent, and a young lady told me yesterday that she believed it was quite true that they had attempted to poison the tank which supplies the town with water, buying Arsenic from a chemist, who, however, was on his guard, and gave them some innocent powder instead which they threw into the tank. But I almost doubt the story. Do not you. For they would have been obliged to buy such a huge quantity to produce any effect. I hope as we hear nothing of your, dear Uncle Caldwell, that you are pretty well. But you will scarcely get out in your wheeled chair, I am afraid this winter weather and will miss that small modicum of [excitement?] and pleasure. I had hoped to get up to Government House to see Mrs Eden today, but the day, I fear, will be too stormy, and it is such a muddy road. I shall hardly be fit to be seen when I get there. Aunt Me sends you her kindest regards, and wishes you would come more among us all, and not shut yourself up, that you are formed to be agreeable and she is sure you would be better in health, and be [cround?] younger. There is a fluttering message dear Uncle Caldwell.

Believe me ever,

Your very affectionate niece,

Georgina A. Marsh.

Please excuse this thin envelop.

File PB1010137

Part of letter from Louisa to Stamford regarding Posy's tour of Switzerland? 1871s? but Stamford long gone by then? [Napoleon III 1851-1872]

Continues [pencil scrawl] for the Offender[?]

Tuesday night having left it early that morning, I saw her on Wednesday early and she was wonderfully little tired with the journey. She was here last evening telling us of all her Swiss tour which she has enjoyed amazingly, and of all the gossip of Paris. She says that the Emperor at present seems to be thought the Man for them by all but the Reds. Even moderate people who dont agree with his measures feel secure and safe under him. She says he drives about Paris in his shanhedar[?], driving himself and looking into everything which shows courage considering how easily he might be shot. As an instance of how he looks after all, she told us that, lately, there has been a large new central Market House built which was opened with much ceremony the other day, but it appears the Dames de la Halle found some things which they did not like and sent up to him with a deputation to tell him so. The Empress listened to them and the next day appeared on the spot in his gig, examined everything himself, saw what was really wanted and had that done. He and the Empress get on very well together and he is very fond of her. Though at the same time not very constant. Which, it is the fashion now to say in Paris, is his only fault! We dont know what to make of him but a clever man he must be and understands the French.
Ever your affectionate niece.

E. Louisa Marsh.

File PB1010139

V.D.B.

I am directed by the Well to request your attendance at the Apollo Lodge on Thursday at two oclock, to enable him to raise you to the Third degree.

Yours paternally,

P. Williams, Secretary.

File PB1010140

Two envelops

Envelop addressed

Miss G.A. Marsh Caldwell

Gillingham Rectory

Beccles

Holle

Postmark Stoke onTrent 15 March 1877

Rear postmark from Lawnton.

Envelop addressed

Miss G.A. Marsh Caldwell

Linley Wood

Talk o th Hill

Staffordshire

(note from M.E.H. to G.A.M.C with Cuthbert Heaths [hymn?] on War.

Postmark Dorking 5^th March 1885

Rear post mark Holmwood, 5^th March 1885

PB 1010142

Part of letter could be Anne, maybe to Stamford.

Continues.. I daresay I shall hear more from my friends and will let you know. She believes in it but thinks it is forbidden.

Is it not deeply interesting the beginning of the religious reform and battle. What do the High Church friends say of Dollingers Enlopium on Luther? I think this year will be a mighty year, with such a man as Bismark to lead the defence. One feels sure that the Victory will be on the right continues, letter cut in half?

Other side, continues... shall try and pick up some science crumbs for Mr Corbet. They say now Mr Darwin has not recanted. I suppose his new book will shew. Did I ever tell you that the Queen was so overcome by the first [cheer?] that she burst into tears and they were still rolling down her cheeks when her smiles and bows came. Now good bye dear, best love to all.

File PB1010144

Envelop from Eastbury addressed

Miss Rosamond J. Marsh

3 Southgate House

Tenby

Wales

Postmarks

Tenby Dec 19^th 1844

WatfordDec 17^th 1844.

Red wax seal.

File PB1010146

Letter enclose in previous envelop?

Letterhead Eastbury

1858 as John Loring is 4.

Probably Anne to Stamford, pages numbered wrongly.

Page 3 but does not seem to continue from last, but same paper and handwriting.

I do not find that these Drs have presented any remedies. I know Sir Henry thinks it a case for kitchen physic, and time. Yet one wishes something could be thought of to hasten the effects of time, for it is wearisome work to be so long long ill and to a wife and mother of a family, most trying. She is sweetness and patience itself and so grateful for the kindness of her friends. And so dear and so pretty. And such a loving, tender little wife and such a dear good mother. During her stay we had two happy [inroads?] from Cobham. The first I treated Duke and Amy to a Fly, and they were to invite their father and mother to be of the party, and Uncle Henry and little Johnny Loring. Dont grieve for the horses, I ordered them to take a pair to make the happiness complete. You should have seen them climb up, all outside, Fanny on the box like charity surrounded with children shouting for joy at the top of their voices. [Richard?] and Henry upon the top. Such a meeting, and a dinner of country messes, at two, and Duke and Johnnie, and poor Grandmama who was that day almost too ill to enjoy anything. At a side table Duke is my own god child and he does love me I believe, in spite of the awful age too often so repulsive to children. He began calling me old grannie, but I would not stand that. It was changed into, my little grannie, but now it is grandmamma as he grows older. He has such a loving nature. And though at present does not devour books as some children do. He shows a remarkable intelligence about everything that has to do with machinery. So we, with fond anticipation, already fancy him an Officer of Engineers. Johnny Loring, my other companion is a noble boy. Such an honest, open and [pointed?] countenance. They wont allow me to call him handsome because he has not a very symmetrical nose. But I think his large, open blue eyes, his sweet loving mouth, his healthy, rosy cheeks and his fine fair hair beautiful. He surprised his father the other day, he is only four, and as I think [afstness?] in quotation, a proof of promise ability in a child as well as [quantity??] of affection I give you the anecdote. They have a swing in the garden at Cobham and Henry promised to give Johnnie and Arthur a swing. Arthur ran towards and go in front. Johnnie wanted to be swung first. Why should you. Because I am the eldest. But I think my rule is better than yours, first come, first served. But the first shall be last and the last first, responded Johnnie. Where did you learn that? says Henry surprised. Why, you read it yourself at progress this morning. Amy sat at the dinner table with the big ones. I, in my second childhood you see, preferring the side table. Such a happy party. Richard and Henry are so dear

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Continues... every sound is heard through the little dwelling, though they are such good little, well managed fellows, that they give us little trouble as children can. In a fortnight my sweet Ady was able to follow them, but she was so weak when she arrived she could scarcely walk up stairs. However, she is now decidedly better. Though we cannot get rid of the cough, but on Monday, against my advice rather, she leaves us. Her husband can be so little with her and she cannot help fretting after him. Though she is very good, and perhaps a fresh change of air may carry off this remaining cough. We have persuaded her, however, to leave her little boys with us for a fortnight longer that she may have only her baby, her husband and great quiet when first she gets home. I have also persuaded her to see Sir Henry Holland upon her way through town. She is sure she does not want advice. But coughs are [tickle, fickle?] things, and it is only experienced medical men who can decide where they may or may not be hidden danger. It will be an immense relief if he tells us all is quite safe. You can not think how pretty she looks with her delicate face, her baby on her lap and her two little boys hanging round her. Or how touching to ones heart the love between her and her husband is. It would realize your ideal, which is, I know, a pretty high one. As for the dear Croftons, they are by this time upon the high seas. But the plan is rather altered since I wrote to you. They found by for a the cheapest plan was to come to Liverpool, the passage price being so much lower than by the Southampton Packets. So upon that they decided and that being the case Richard has settled to pay a visit to his mother in Ireland before he comes to us. Which will delay our meeting a week or two. Georgy comes home direct from Liverpool. Now for theSaleof the House which you will easily believe occupies both time and thought. I look upon it as the Crisis of my life, and if the comparison be not profane, feel something like the sacrifice of Abraham when he quitted his fathers house and country to go into a land that I will shew thee. The effort has not

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Continues ...Louisa is quite touched by your tender care for her and anxiety that she should not exert herself at present. Certainly you shall not want for your letters. We shall, any of us, gladly supply her place. Though I dont think any of us but Fanny are capable of writing letters so well worth having. I am sure that Henry and Adelaide will feel very much as I am sure I do. Your affectionate thought for Adelaide's table. It is quite true, the little luxuries which Sir Henry desires to have obtained for her, if got at the ..

Other side of page.. obliged to you for think of them, but it is evidently quite out of the question for you to receive any one[?], and would be quite wrong to attempt it. I am sure Sir Henry, if you consulted him, would insist upon long continued quiet, till your nerves had quite recovered themselves. The effect is upon the brain, which shews itself through the nerves. And I believe you may consider the knocking, much as if you had had a know. The effects being much the same.

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One of Posys letters from Switzerland

Les Plans

Friday September 3^rd. [1871]

Dearest Mama and sisters,

Thanks first for [Gs Ps?] letter, it was so good of her to write, dear thing. I am so glad that Adelaides visit was so pleasant: also that Mama has given the gardener notice. One must hope to get something better, if we could, from the Combemere[?] gardens, probably we should. I had a sweet letter from Emily [ Emily Buxton]. She says her great solace is the joy[?] the expressions of honour and esteem and love for Charles [Buxton] which flood into her from every side. It is very dear of her writing to me and I was so glad to get her letter and know from herself how she was feeling. How awfully sudden it was. About our coming home I can say nothing positively as I find we have money to take us to [Aucmergau?] and A and J both long extremely to see the Play and Annie is quite as ready as we are to go. But if Mn Bergeron consents and she joins, we could not go until the Play of the 24^th as first there is a marriage of a niece at Lyons to which they are going on the 12^th. Then on the 17^th the Opening of the Mt Cenis[?] Tunnel to which Mn Bergeron is, of course, going and goes to Turin. I think, therefore, that it is possible to either Annie may go with him there and give it all up, or that she may go with us. For the 24^th and he join us there or again, that we 3 may agree to go for the 17^th or again that if she goes to Turin A and I should then start for the Play of the 17^th. I will let you know as soon as our places are fixed, which will not be until Saturday at soonest when A returns from Lausanne, whither she is gone today to settle about her dress for the wedding, and returns tomorrow. If we go to the Ammergau I shall Cook [travel agency?] it to Munich and Cologne. He has a charming [line, one?] through the Oberland Interlacken Zurich [Puery?] to Munich and Cologne 1^st Class 4.18.2d which we think of going cheaper than we shall most probably come from Cologne, Cook again via Antwerp and Harwich and [Swansea?]! but one must pay something for going to the Ammegau[?] to London. We can do all this barring the extra for Munich to Ammergau for the same price as to Paris and London. Cheaper if we go 2^nd Class which, as every one does here, we shall certainly, if alone to Cologne. Shall we not have had an enchanting journey if we accomplish this. We shall send our heavy luggage by Goods Train to London, viz our two big boxes and big bag and travel light. Our two better dresses can go in the bonnet box and our two small bags will hold all we want as, on our trips A and I have managed with one small bag. It is a grand design and I hope that we may be able to carry it out. And then A will have seen an immense deal. She is very popular with all at first. I do not think she make much effect but she is so bright, so intelligent and ready to add to the agrements du societe and speaks her French so fluently, that she gets on capitally with every one and all seem fond of the bright young creature. No one has said to me that she was pretty; nice looking Annie says. And yet to my mind she looks so very handsome now. Her cheeks are as firm and rounded as one always wished them to be and she looks the picture of health and vigour. We go to Lausanne when they go for the wedding. We shall indeed, be sorry to leave this enchanting spot, which is a true valley of [Rapelas?]. Our present societe is very pleasant. The Marquets are Boulognais, the father was Chef DIngenieur then and made all those new bridges. They were there when we were. Why does it seem so odd to meet people one has passed no doubt, scores of times, for they lived at the Port [Autumn?] and to know them now. M. Marquet[?] is the head Professor I make out, of one of the Government Colleges at Lausanne. He is most anxious to introduce into all national schools of all nations, rich or poor, a rule to enforce the teaching of an international language. This to be chosen from an existing language and to be taught with the national language so that two languages would make you free from the world, as far as intercourse goes. It seems an admirable plan. He though [Nap, Naples?] would chose Anglo-saxon as the language. He would have our spelling system altered and a uniform system of pronunciation taught. Of course there would be difference of accent to a degree in each nation but not enough to prevent all perfectly understanding each other in the International Tongue. Talking of International, he and Mn Bergeron were saying the most serious and dangerous International is the Roman Chuch, the best organized and most zealous, which is, alas, true. One learns more and more to abhor the Roman system when one lives with people who know it by experience and its results a fond [fraud?], and who have come out of it because their righteous souls were vexed with all it immoralities and its degrading power. Alas, they have seen Christianity only under that form and of course, they are prejudiced against it in some degree. Mostly Unitarians, they seem to be not Infidels a bit, though Orthodox people would call them so. More than [ever, after?] I am satisfied Rome is the Mother of Infidelity and of Atheism. Of course they are intensely bitter against the priests who in their eyes are the teachers and supporters of a degrading superstition, much the feeling Elijah had for the priests of Baal and for some reason one knows they are unjust to individuals. But one does not feel at all so to the system. Yesterday we had a discussion, A.B , Mn M and I on the personality of the Devil. A.B and MM of course denying it. M.Bergeron , on coming in and hearing it sided with me, but said he was the Earth, which you know he considers a living being. In what form his personality resides does not much matter and St.Paul calls him the Prince of Power of the air. However, Annie, who always stops mon cousin, when he gets on his Earth hobby, put a stop to our discussion.

On Tuesday we went an excursion to the Mts Javern and Tete di Chatillion. What that view is when after mounting a step mountain side it suddenly burst no your view is not to be described. Thousands of feet below the Valley of the Rhone, opposite the Dents du Midi garlanded with sun and all his attendant [amitin?] spurs and peaks. For to your left Mt Blanc all all snow, brilliant in the sun making an indescribable impression on your mind, of strength and purity which brings tears to your eyes and its sharp peaks, like aisle of some vast unroofed Cathedral stretching far away into the distant distance. Then on your right, Dents Doche, all made of rugged peaks of every height and forms. Then Lake Leman and in the distant haze, the Juras [turn?] yr back on the Valley, the range of the Tours DAii, green wooded Chamoisere, the grand range of the Hern [Stern?] hard, many peaked Diablent, far below them the peaks of the Argentines. Then massive kind looking Meuron with its younger son and the Dents du Mordes, and all bathed in brightest light. Below us Rey, and the [Rhone?] valley studded with towns, villages, chalets. We stood on the top of a brow covered with moss and bilberries and few blasted distorted stunted firs making a fore ground. The sight was really marvelous. Very pretty. Says Amy. And my saying Why Amy, this must be as beautiful as your view from the Diablents. That was something overwhelmingly grand. I am glad she saw that though had I known all I know now, if possible, though in the circumstances, improbable dangers I never could have consented, but these Mountain Peak course are over the season is past. We may perhaps next week make the course to Sim and sleep again at that Chalet Aniendag (Ensindes) I have not quite make up my mind whether I shall go but probably I shall. The weather is perpetual sunshine, which one does so enjoy.

Wednesday we rested. Amy initiated the societe into the mysteries of Croquet. Dear little lame Madm Marquet delighting in being able to play. She is quite a type of gaiete francaise, and so sweet and dear. Of course, she cannot go les courses and so enjoyed her croquet immensely. We had music in the evening. Mr Pierre ahs a [jolie?] talent, perhaps more improvises being [prettily?] on the piano and has composed some really extremely graceful and pretty waltzes which I believe we are going to try to get played as an [advertisement?] by the Woolwich R.A. band. Music is to be his profession and composition is his taste. He is only just 20. As singing is much admired and her voice has certainly improved in volume and roundness and she always sung with feeling and taste.

Yesterday I finished the Valley in the morning and A her Chalet in the afternoon. The Marquets, W and I went up about of the Cheville des Argentines just opposite a step ascent indeed but very pretty and the descent, through a ravine charming. We got high enough to see the two peaks of the Dens du Midi rise over the Mt Javerne and the Meurons looked magnificent from there as you see all the attendant peaks clustering round his grand square massive head. Mn Bergeron says that Mr Pompey has 3 million in the Mt Ceries rail which goes over the [mountain?] They calculated that it would take 15 or 16 years to make the tunnel and that they would in that time recoup themselves. It took 7 years only. Mn. Bergeron advised him strongly to have nothing to do with the first rail however, as, of course, there can be no air holes and that it is 8 miles I think, long. It may be so stuffy people may prefer the outside to the inside rail.
This morning two [Oberland?] women came with objects in wood carving. One could only speak German. A and I managed to talk with her. There is a great manufactory at Interlachen and they send thousands of francs worth to Africa as well as America. These two ambulants start in June and walk about with their whares until the end of October if it keeps fine. Or middle. She said it was a very pleasant life and so one should think wandering about these lovely valleys and mountains. I heard from [Clam?] C, they have been in London for three weeks and like it much at this time of the year. I bought a few things for school prizes. I [coupet mu?] on having made so much by your [shop?] dearest Mama and Gies. I do long for you all more and more. We have heard no more of Mr J. Brooke and his Chalet. I have fixed upon a lovely spot for him. A good Chalet costs about 2,000 I find. Certainly, were one free of the world and had the means one would have a Chalet here if it were only for the intense enjoyment one could give ones friends to make it perfect a contract with Cook to carry so many a year there and back. One would send ones Cooks tickets with ones invitation when advisable. Now I have come to dreams about Chalets I may as well stop. My dear love to you all, including, of course, R and H. I hope they will not disapprove of the Ammergau course if we succeed in carrying it out.

Your loving Posy

The Daily news looks upon the ES Election as a most serious defeat and warns the Government to [look, talk?] to [Mus?] ways had they done as they advised. You know the rest.

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Letter from Posy at Anstie Grange to Georgina regarding marriage of Marion Emma Heath to Alfred Fox Cotton, June 22^nd 1881.Marion known as May

Letterhead

Linley Wood

Talk oth Hill

Staffordshire

Anstie, Friday 10^th June

Darling Gies, I send this for the chance of you getting it, it was such a joy to me getting your letter of the 31^st and 1^st. Yours of the 28^th has not yet come to hand. But if you sent it to Linley Wood that would [answer?] for it. I do hope you will be home for the wedding on the 22^nd. Now unless you delay still more on your road. I came here on Saturday 4^th. All is very happy and Pauline much better since I have been here. I think it is a sort of support to her being a sister. It is such a blessing to know that you are all safe out of Montenegro and I hope today having a delightful steam to Corfu. I wonder whether you got your letters and the news or will only find them there. Mary has asked Nettie down for the night on Monday. She could not have her late as, of course, she was to a week without guests. How delightful it will be to have you back my Gies. Delicious. L and J, by Ls arrangement with Croftons and Isaacs are going to spend a week or ten days in London at Bathe Hotel, Dover Street and of course yourself too. Louisa longed for a [dress, dip?] in London and it did seem such a pity when we were down here not to take it. The Cottons come to us on the 11^th or a little later. Lord Combemere has most kindly lent [them crossed out] [gifted?] C Abbey for the honey moon. A. wrote and asked the Ad: [Admiral?] if the knight he might ask it and in his [enemenqerment?] wrote and got a most cordial invite from Lord C. the dear [Ral?] is busy getting things ready for them. The wedding must be very quiet. Not even cousins except Mr Malden from Kitlands as Lord John Hope is dying and may go any day. Sir Arthur and Lady Cotton will only come to the Church, possibly Gr and Mrs Cotton will be here to represent the family. As the Admiral wants some Cottons to be there. There will now be only 22 to the breakfast but we intend to be very cheery. It is curious both the Heaths weddings having this shadow of death upon them. A and [F?] have been here all the time I have been. I like her so much though she is very silent and quiet, but then, though, it is not announced, one was sick enough to know there is a cause, for fainty feelings etc. Mary just came in and saying how delightful it is seeing these [Molnaples?] both happy. Yes, a happy marriage is a lovely thing. One feels a sort of restful content in it, as one does in all that is natural. It is delightful watching the married [people?] and the lovers, who are more, after all, like a married [pair?]. They were up last week with Mary staying in Cadogan Place buying things together at the Army and Navy. So happy Mary says. I never saw such deep content in any mans face as in Alfreds and May, its just delirious to see her. They have got a great many very fine presents and it is so pretty seeing them shewing them to Sir Arthur and Lady Cotton yesterday. Sir Arthur rather looking at them with the kind condescension of a grown up at childrens play things and Lady C like a mother thoroughly entering all and enjoying her sons pleasure in his home possession. Such a new and delightful feeling to him. Sir A made a pretty speech just when he was leaving but of all the presents Sir Leopolds was the prettiest and the best. They are so dear and kind to May. I like Alfred more than ever. He is really charming, and how they both bloom and [bugunouh?] in the warm sunshine of their happiness, dear young things. Really it makes one so long all should have it, only one knows what is best for each is [allothu?] to each. As soon as I got there the weather changed and we have had wretchedly cold weather. Snow in Shropshire and Leicester and Evans [dulnus?] some fell here our home[?], so that I am afraid the rain will not have done all the good it should. The grass is very poor here. Leo[?] hopes for a good 2^nd crop. Sir Arthur, when I was calling there the other day gave me one of his Pedigree ears of wheat, 50 to a root, 75 last year, and double the length of an ordinary good ear. He declares that if 100 million was spent on the land it would return good interest and we should be able to feed our own people! He says India was never in such a flourishing condition, a surplus of a million this year in the revenue, but Government try to keep it dark for fear their hands should be forced to give up in the Opium traffic. This from Chenla, for May! Sir R and [Lady, Henry?] Clopwell at Redlands on Sunday and I went after church with Mary Heath and lunched. He was so dear and friendly and walked back with me here through a pouring rain. Sir and Lady C both say that they should like very much to come and see us, so I hope they will. Lady C came to [sulo?] on Tuesday with Mrs Greenwood to see presents and was so nice and friendly. If the [Huttons, Huthulms?] come they will do well to meet them. Sir R gave a sad account of the determination of the personnel of the H of C [House of Commons?] and how Mr Currn[?] speaking as he himself said, the Truth to the[Houses?] warned them that they could no longer expect, with this new personnel, to carry out the rules of the House in honour, as in the past, and that they had therefore at once better make laws for its prudence. But perhaps the country will go back to gentlemen as our people have in the [Svenl.board?] asked Mr Wood to stand again. Ada is so charming and bright. Bertie delighted as was Herbert and Gerard who were here on Sunday and Fritz who is such a nice boy, such excellent manners, so intelligent. As Leo says, and such a nice open smart face. Not the least like that photo. You see dear I scribble you all home things as they come into my head as I know those interest you most. How [thrilling?] Scutari must have been, and what store of interesting scenes and people you must have in your mind. Mr Wickham, assisted by young Douglas Heath are to marry them on the 22^nd. Ch: to be advised in the in the choosing with flowers. Poor Heaths are losing all their servants. Durrant and Dodmen are engaged and Dodman wanted a rise, so as Arthurs butler has turned out unsuccessfully he has engaged Dodman. Then Cook the coachman, but leaving because on reducing horses Leo took off his boy, and Arthur has engaged him as he is an excellent coachman. Then Mary finds Ewins is engaged! London disagrees too much with [Flora?] that they are all going into the country

[written across middle and round sides. Hard to follow]

I [and?] leave today to look at places in Gloucestershire, near Cirencester[?] as Arthur wants to go to the College lectures at [il seve, St.Ives?] the lauded young men have settled they must all thoroughly understand farming so as to be independent of the middle man. I daresay it will suit A. better as a [family finally] had the whole management. One cant help being a bit sorry but it is, I seeLondondoes not suit him. In the meantime [Fenne?] has some railway work for him to do. As own child as he says he has practically

Trains promised him C and B go Mary hopes you will be here.

Incredible they are going to [JWeteu?] Stockholm and then up the Gulf of [Attesian?] but travel in land. Now I have finished my paper.

Ada and Mary [push letting?] carriages.Ada having apparently settled all, M says. Lovely! Marriage at 11.30. Quantities of flowers from

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Part of journal from Posy to Georgina may follow earlier letter. [Late 1870s when Georgina away]

Continues say all we can do is to provide a field and subscribe if others will. I am going, all being well, to start the Cooking School, 2^nd week of May. I think Evans understands about dress making by the way she fitted me. She is slow and melancholy. I fear that I hope she may do and perhaps this air will do her good. Hounslow feels well again.

Monday 2^nd May. I have had two letters from Nele [Nele Loring 1857-1931]. I forgot to mention about your Policy 1.10 [sover chairs?] only 1.18.0 and yesterday I had Arthur asking if your Policy had come in the [1^st, Post?] he only asked me to write again in case it had not and as, of course, I answered his letter and that before it arrived, I did not write again. He says in his last John is in fit form, five prizes is rather a good achievement taken in one stride I think. You should have seen the beam of pride and pleasure on Buxtons [Beestons?] face when I told him this morning. Walking down with him he had been up about [Barlows End] [bill?] and I on my way to poor Eliza who has just lost the eldest of her 2^nd set, and he drinking and lost a capital place at Rigbys! I read him your message about turnip etc, to which he remarked different countries had different ways! He said all was coming on beautiful grass growing well which tillering [but?] and 4 such beautiful calves, 2 heifer, 2 bull and one expected [dineby?] all since you went. The 5 calves look so happy and well in their respective apartments, the eldest is a beauty, as I came home I overtook Mrs Harvey who was bringing us word, I am sorry to say, that Martha Price is gone. Saturday she had a child [aluct a future - ?] Louisa had a letter from Price last week saying she had been very ill but was a little better and wanted much to see us. Louisa wrote to her to say as soon as ever the Dr allowed it we should come. We are sending a wreathe. Annie Yoxall came up to ask for one for her so we are sending one with a ticket from the Miss Marsh-Caldwells, a token of regard and sympathy. It seems so sad that happy home being broken up. I do trust the [Ligus?] loss may be a blessing as the child was Jones favorite and he seems to feel it very much. Tonight we dine at the [Llamers?] to meet Maria and Mr Fowler. Tuesday John comes. Wednesday we three lunch at Moreton Hall. Thursday or Friday we go to Stoke for Annes present. Saturday at 3 a G and S meeting to which, of course, your girls will be summoned. 3 more want to join. The weather is delicious, sunshine and showers. I heard fromS Millse[?] yesterday from [Jan Kems?] had kindly been to see Marion who she says looks ill from over work. She is going to take a holiday in the summer. Had a letter today from Mrs C with a much better account so I feel pretty relieved and much brightened for naturally it ahs been weighing on one. From W.M., Bergerons leftAlgiers. Annie on her way to Champigney. It is so nice to think of you steaming down theAdriatic in lovely weather. I trust I hope you will get this long letter or you will not be posted up in home news. Next week we hope to have our little party, but May could only say they would if they could. But there was a possible engagement with friends for the [Alter Hound?] Meeting. Were hoping to ask Mr L over. In the mean time our strawberries will be ripe and we shall be able to put them on there. We have a really splendid shew of grapes. Our melons look [vepourous?] and everything in houses most healthy andHarvey says he shall shew a great diminution in coals! Louisa will now go to [F?] before the wedding so I daresay it will turn out, I shall be here alone. As soon as the company is gone we [persued?] to clean up, covers, curtains, house. Such a number of deaths I see I have told you of in this letter. I am afraid Louisa is rather dismayed at Evans business! But one cannot judge for a week I think. But Louisa finds her very depressing and slow! Mrs Coldbugh[?] just been. Has, of course, her story. 7/6 a week to find coals, chips[?], soap, brushes etc out of it. Told Mr Hutchinson [Hutchuine?] she thought something was wrong in the floor. He took no notice so we meet on Saturday at the Club, go through one thing and open school if we get scholars. Saturday week I must go up to the school tomorrow and see who will come. Poor Mrs C has nothing to do so very glad. As all her children are provided for she will manage. Is not Chenda ashamed ofGladstone! I wonder whether the Radicals letter in the Pall Mall is a squib or a real letter, and if so ofGladstone has really taken the high moral reason for his conduct about Lord Beaconsfield! [B.Disraeli after 1876] I should think it would do his reputation no good. It certainly wont affect Lord Bs will it? Papers I am remembering all right, the friend was got round alas to the last and with it smoke and cold. Louisa and I are getting on famously, but not the less are you missed beloved Gies and the time counted to your return. Ever your loving Posy.

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Continues... a job de [Heurne?] in the look of her dresses and they are well made and not dear. Annie [Anna Bergeron or Anne Gabiou] and I are going this afternoon to call on Mrs de Voluet[?] and go, if we can, to the Photograph Spirit. Our time is running out fast. You will tell me truly dear if you could spare me for a week at Anstie I have written to ask Mary is she can have me. I do hope all is going on well with you and dearest Mama [Mam?] keeps pretty well. I hope to write next letter to her but it is really just the same [Niny?] We have had lovely weather. Yesterday Annie and I went to St Phillippe le Roux to hear a famous Dominican preacher recommended by Mle de Vohut who is a [liberal, literal?] Catholic, as a liberal preacher a man of about 30 or 35, immense action which became monstrous, it was on the real meaning of the 3 temptations and he did denounce French society! And was very bold about the miracles he said the Temptation [was told to cast] himself down, was the same as people trusting in miracles to regenerate France instead of truth, justice, sobriety etc and he spoke very severely of those who were putting them forward at which the Cure and another priest who were sitting in a sort of pew opposite the Pulpit looked at each other very expressively as if that was dangerously strong. There was a lady exactly like Marie Antoinette before us. Many many more women than men, all class and it is the Orleans Primus Ch: The High Altar very simple as to statues etc, no Virgin to be seen, only gold candelabra etc. There was an advocation of the sacrament afterwards some good singing and music. And I must stop, dear, dearest love to darling Mama, yourself and Croftons. R and H very bright and well. R says he has written a journal of impressions for the task [sulk?]

Your loving PMC.

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Letter from Deacons 1857-58

July 27^th.

Here we are still my dear Uncle Caldwell and as far as we know no further advanced in the building of our house than we were in April. However, one must not complain as no doubt, all things are well ordered, and the bricklayer, of whom there are many think if it has begun directly it might still be finished this Autumn. Or at least before Winter. My mother has been for the last 10 days with the Heaths and she writes us word, I am glad to say, that the air and boating on Southampton Water has done her much good. The last note she wrote in a hurry as she was joining with Leo and Mary toSpithead, that they might call on Lord Lyons. But I am afraid he went on leave that very day and so they would miss him. We know no more than was in the papers whether the Arrogant is or is not to be one of the ships for the guard of Honour. I hope so, for one should like Leo to be there. As they say, nothing so splendid will have been seen since the Cloth of Gold I heard from Aunt Anne from Paris yesterday (who by the way, desired me to give you her kind remembrance if you had not forgotten her). She says that such crowds of people are going toCherbourgthat she thinks it impossible they can all find shelter. I should like to have seen it very much. It would have been very nice if Leo could have taken one or two of us with him. I daresay Fanny has told you that the Queen is expected to visit Alderney, when, of course, Richard will have to do the honours of the fortifications and we here are hoping he may attract her majestys attention as he did that of the Sultan. It is very pleasant.

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Continues ...wishes him to go on reading law till he is called to the bar, that he may be the better fitted for a country magistrate and see a little more of men and life before he settles down to hunting, shooting and becoming so early in life a man out of the whirl of life. All this we all here agree in thinking very wise in Mr Greenwood and he selfishly speaking, we shall be delighted to have two such quiet friends near us for two years. Georgey heard from Aunt Anne the other day who gives a doleful account of the prospects of France. The Reds she says are spreading and nobody knows what to dread or what to expect and such is the uncertainty and terror of what may occur that [Mat?] Aunt Amelia [Amelia Marsh 1788-1861] has written to say that she thinks it could be much better that my cousin Annie [Anne Bergeron?] she be sent over to her in the course of the winter as flight would be so much easier for two together than with the addition of a third. A letter from Uncle George [George Marsh 1790-1868] at the Cape dated from MossulBaywhere he is now Resident September last [appointed 1849], the 24^th gives not a very cheering account of affairs there. He says Our affairs on the frontier look to me very gloomy and all society within the Colony especially about Cape Town is in an uncomfortable and disjointed state. Double the number of British Troops to those now here and that are known to be on their way, will in my opinion be needed, aided by a [leve?] en masse of the Colonists before the war can be brought to a successful termination, and such arrangements enforced as will ensure a lasting peace to the Colony by exterminating the power of the Kaffir and other Tribes so effectually as to.. continues?

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Part of letter to Georgina from Posy. After 1858 as Posy write Marsh-Caldwell]

Continues.. her children do not like it. There is a talk of young [Garforth?] being engaged. G.J says in secret, I may tell you, to one of the Willoughbys. Dr LM Middletons daughter. I had a nice letter from Emma [Quigm?] Mr Hutton very well for her and Catherine keeping better. And from Isabella Western. Also from [Eric?] asking for Fritz to be asked to Anstie which I sent to Mary and she says she will ask him first opportunity he is ?, think at Brackenbreys. [Eric, Evie?] says she likes her little girl very much and writes happily. Louisa G and Clara are in town, I shall try to see them. I think this is all the friendly news I have to send you, darling Gies. Take care of yourself as the weather gets hotter. My love to C and B.

Yours PMC [Posy Marsh-Caldwell]

L takes ZiZi with her so I shall have to fall back on Jack! I told you I had begun my C. [Cooking] School. 12 girls, no 13. Mother [lean?] appreciative. Florence H will carry it on whilst I am away, which is a great point. She has established a weekly [vanty, party?] of G and Ss to try to answer the questions in [Lady Leanes?] she is so nice. Mr and Mrs Hutchinson came to call on us! As it seemed at Ham Heath yesterday. She a fat, quiet lady, has been a pretty girl. I should think he had the go and the wits. They expressed themselves quite grateful for our kindness to their children! Now I really have done all my budget.

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Part of letter written horizontally and vertically. Looks like Posy. Later 1850s. Scrawly difficult to read short-hand so not to Stamford.

Continues.. the Cape. Sir H [Heven?] in all agog about Dr Vaughan and himself looking 60 all Emilys ducks look flourishing and and C have been staying at the [Lodge?] Kings. Mary came up delighted to get a little {London?], she looks rather thin whilst she was getting her [bands?] Mrs Corbet and Mary came and stayed as usual, a long time. She is such a nice girl. Then Mary and I went out in a cab to Mde Charles where Mary bought a new head dress and a bonnet. Emily had asked L to dine tomorrow and the Heaths and I in the evening and I am going, I am glad to say. Then we went to Heaths and chose childrens hats, then home and tea and Leo appeared and Mary and he settled to go to [Chilisa?] but Mama would not let L go of course! Never asked so after a hurried dinner they had departed and L to her bed and I to make [Pastry?] water for poor Eliza who is ill of rheumatic fever. And then I sat up till a to 11 for them. At last in despair put the teapot down and the fire and of [enilli?] directly I had begun to go to bed they came home having walked! Mr [Keary?] wrote word Wed that Cresswell would finish us off the but possibly we Executrixes will have to appear [between?] we know nothing about the alterations. I hope not, it is so very disagreeable, being a witness in court. G, of course, comes up and L goes back with her for a few days. Marys head dress is rosettes of velvet (round [narnonevluea?] and [rows?] of loops) ranged[?] in a garland [comes the?] head and black lace lapels [belsiud?] with a rosette the centre of each rosette. [J?] and G called before luncheon, she looks as if she had suffered a good deal from [thuy?]. I am to go toChesterSquareChurchon Sunday [Tuesday?] morning hear Dr Vaughan and then come back and lunch with her. Thursday the J Greenwoods [live?] and Frank H came to lunch. F and J fought over church, [Bales?] and Government Educational [gsaids?] Mary Hawkins [Later Mary Helsham-Jones, John Greenwoods sister] came afterwards. Then we drove out and Mary L called on account G who was looking pretty and better.L dined at the Buxtons. The Heaths and I in the evening [Mary Marquet?] who looks very pretty but not satisfactory. Mr Macintosh and 2 Mrs Wedgwoods etc at a

Horizontally .. a very quiet American lady Mrs Biggeloe, so bright and lively and amusing.
Friday Mrs [Edously?] came to luncheon and then the 2 youngest Barnardistons and their governess called from Arthur B is very ill at the [Puroiss?] Madame and Mary drove out and called on Aunt H and then M and L shopping. They were all too tied to go to the play and Mama asked Mary [lys?] next Thursday till Saturday.

Saturday, got your letter, dearest Frania [is?] well. Got all your things. I find L did not go to the right shop.

Monday I shall dedicate to your shopping and send the things by the boat which leaves London10^th Marcdh. The parcel fromDublin is come. I have bought a whole skine of the fine braid as they would not cut it and it only cost 1/-. I send 1 yd and now and will send the rest in the box. Thank my little Dick for his very nice little letter which grand Mama and all pronounced as good as any of Artys. I shall send [Dino?] a letter next time. I am going to send [next page, paper edge frayed] - - of the Vds of Johnsons Bible illustrations as Mary and Georgy find them most successful and they really are so beautifully drawn. They are all educational to the eye as well. I sent R his Great Northern Dividend and the other sheets shall send by box. Also his saddlers bill receipted I shalls end in box. If the Divs dont come it is because it is too heavy. It is only 17/9d and shall send it in box. There is no news [a Poat?] Lord Johns Reform seems to be satisfactory. No French silk gowns to be head till the Treaty is signed. The shops look bare. Mary just gone. HMs[?] She and Leo and Arty came to Deacons for Easter week. I am glad to say, I am finishing this in haste as I have to dress for L and it is now half 8.