Michael Heath-Caldwell M.Arch
Brisbane, Queensland
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PB110139
Letter Eliza Caldwell to Anne Caldwell - 1812
Post Mark Blackpool 217
Red wax seal
Miss A. Caldwell
Linley Wood
Lawton
Cheshire
Blackpool 25th June [1812]
My dear Anne,
You will, I suppose, be expecting to hear some further account of us but I fear I shall not be able to get this finished by tomorrow’s post as different things have prevented me writing all day, and now it is almost time to take advantage of the delightful evening to walk. We have got a very nice house which looks full upon the sea. Mary has been out for a short time both yesterday and today, sitting on the walk before the door and yesterday she took a ride in Mrs Jones’ carriage. She is the kindest, most obliging woman I ever saw, and has been here again today to offer it, but Mary did not fell quite equal to it. She has had an attack of the pain in her side which she had before her rheumatism came on. It must have proceeded from cold, but how she has taken it we cannot divine, for we have taken all possible care of her. Last night it was so very bad after walking up stairs that I did not know what to do with her but it was at last relieved by hot bottles and salt and it is better today, though not gone off. But I trust this delightful warm weather will soon remove it. She says she already begins to feel the influence of the sea airs in her appetite, being much improved and I am happy to say her hip has given her no trouble and she is very little, if at all, increased. Saturday we met with most kind and obliging friends here, indeed Mary seems to create an interest where ever she goes. Mr and Mrs Strutt[?] of Bilper and their two daughters are arrived. Mr S seems a very friendly man and extremely glad to see my Aunt. He called yesterday to beg she would order his horses to her carriage whenever Mary liked to go out and that kind Mrs Jones, after Mary had sent to decline her offer of her carriage, waked down in the broiling sun herself to be quite sure it was not unnecessary scruples. She brought her a present of pinks and wild roses. I like such presents. They shew so much attention to the [aquimens?] of life. She sat so long as to prevent my writing so much of my letter as to be able to finish it this morning but I hope another days account of Mary will make up for the delay. She took calomel last night and has a headache this morning. The only room in the first story is close and the morning sun coming full upon it makes it very hot for her, and she does not have the window open in the night on account of this provoking pain in her side and rheumatism which I am sorry to say is not gone off. And poor girl I am afraid she finds a miserable deficiency in point of attendance. I cannot make my Aunt useful in the day, though she is excessively kind and most anxious to do every thing in her power but I am obliged to do everything for her at night whilst Mrs Budget undresses for she cannot be spared to go up before Mary does. The sea here is most delightful but we have only seen it in its calm moods at present. I have only been twice on the shore, and unless Mary is better I think I shall not like to have her again accept just to bathe and walk about half an hour in the evening though she is very kind and prepares[?] me to walk out. I only wish I could be a more agreeable companion to her, but I am sorry to observe I make a very dull one. I can find nothing to say to enliven one of her weary hours, and am quite shocked to perceive how much my power of conversing is on the wane: it is unfortunate seeing what a dull companion I make that there is [no?] amusing book to be had to help me: the library here given up, and was fully depended upon it that we neither brought Clarisson nor anything else in the way of light reading except out of Shakespeare who will not be well to read aloud. The only novelty we have is Mr Gundy’s lectures which I borrowed of Mrs Robbands. They are not very deep but at the same time certainly cannot be classed under the head of light reading. We like Mr and Mrs Wilkinson and all their little family very much. Tom is just such another youth as your favourite Tom Peake. Mary has only seen Mrs R once, but she has sent her a bottle of raspberry vinegar which is very acceptable. I think it would be very well to make some when raspberries come in. Mary seems to like it so much. She has eat two jellies which Mrs Jones sent up, but it is very unwell with her calomel. I have never left her all morning and if she is not better shall not this afternoon. I was in great fear that I should have been a poor creature myself for the day after I came here, I had such a swelled face and was so unwell I could hardly hold my head up, but it is nearly gone off and I am [much?] well. You cannot think what an affectionate reception the Pilkingtons gave us. Catherine particularly. We had a long conversation or rather continued histories from her. She sent a great deal of love to you. They confirmed the report of Lucy Carne’s [mater?] but it is not likely to take place at present as her father objects on the score of fortune but they hope to be able to bring it about. His name, (her lover) is Moore, he is the second son of an Irish nobleman but the Pilkingtons did not know his title, and his oldest brother is an idiot so if he can manage to outlive them, Lucy will have her [brows?] graced by a coronet, but it may probably not be till her brows are too old to set it off to much advantage. Mr Atkinson is so good as to send us the newspaper every day, but there does not seem to be much news afloat. We are rather disappointed not to have received a letter from some of you. We thought somebody would have written before Saturday. I hope you will as often as you can. We want something to enliven us a little, and nothing can do it so agreeably as a letter from some of you dear girls, or Mamma, and any little incident from home will be interesting and serve for a subject of conversation. My ink and pen is so bad I have been obliged to write so much at snatches and in such inconvenient positions that I fear you will hardly read it. I shall hope to be able to add a more satisfactory postscript tomorrow morning, the post goes out at 9 so I shall always be able to add the morning intelligence to my letters. This rheumatism is only distressing from being painful and making the poor girl so helpless now she can have so little help and I fear it will prevent her having so much benefit from the air as she otherwise might.
Monday.
I have hardly a moment to say that Mary seems better this morning, though she has had no sleep, but her ache has not given her so much pain. Kindest love from all to your[each?] Will write again on Wednesday even [liking?] night.
Most affectionate
H.E. Caldwell
Send us word exactly how you do the icing lass, if a letter comes from Mrs Wedgwood I should like to have it forwarded, any other you may read and send on the intelligence.
File PB110143
Eliza Caldwell to Anne Caldwell 12th June
Miss A. Caldwell
Linley Wood
Lawton
Cheshire.
Post Mark Blackpool 217
9th July, Blackpool
My dear Anne,
The arrival of Mary Reece[?] was like a thunder clap upon us yesterday afternoon, for we had made up our minds to believe that you would bring her back from Nantwich and that therefore my letters would be in time to prevent her. I did all I could by inquiring about her journey and hoping it would of service to her to beg you desires of not receiving her coldly. But indeed to her I could not say we were glad to see her, or that [having?] wanted her. My only consolation was the kind little note she brought from you, my dearest Anne, and for that and all your and dear Mama’s kind considerations about us accept our warmest thanks. Impetuous [f]ools, no indeed only too kind, and thoughtful about us. I am the only person to blame for having written in a manner to make you think we wanted assistance, to be sure, the day I wrote which was the one after Mary began to have the pain in her side very bad, for she had had an ache ever since we came here. I did feel rather frightened form thinking we should hardly manage as we had some difficulty in getting her to bed, and I was afraid she was going to be as ill as she was, before. But when we got into a little train of going on we did as well as possible; I am chiefly concerned because a great motive seems to have been consideration of me, and it is so very selfish in me to have thought of myself at all, but I was not at all well when first we came which must be my excuse. And I could not help just wishing I could take more advantage of the fine days and thought if Mary were ill, I should be obliged to stay in a great deal more than I have, for since then I have had air and exercise enough. Always an hours walk in a morning and again between eight and nine at night. I just expressed the feelings of the moment when I wrote to you, without imagining they could lead you to do anything, but I ought to have considered how very anxious you would be that we should be comfortable and been more careful. I find that both Mary and my Aunt fancy from your note that I must have been complaining of having so much to do and of not being able to go out and Mary thinks I must have represented her as not being content, which is most far from the case, and my Aunt says she supposes I told you she was of no use, and yesterday after Mary came, poor Mary would make me go out earlier, as if she thought I did not like to stay with her, not as before she has always pressed me out of kindness to me. All this made me very unhappy and blaming myself for having been the sole cause of so much trouble and unnecessary expense did not help me. I feel quite wrong now to tell you all their return for all your kindness which indeed value very highly, but I have nobody else to tell all my [grief, gripes?] to so I hope you will excuse me, and not tell Mamma if you can help it. I am more reconciled now to M.R.’s coming as my Aunt has had an attack of her old pain in her stomach this morning, and if she is unwell we shall really find her useful, but my Aunt is much better this afternoon and I hope will continue so. At all [accounts?] I hope it will be of use to M. Reece’s own health. Many thanks for the books which will be very useful if we stay much longer, and for your kind promise of a letter which I shall be delighted to receive. I hope you will send some Nantwich news for Mrs G. Atkinson, she is excessively kind and a great treasure to us. Mary was [terta?] [hole in letter] much better yesterday and took a little ride in the [carriage?] had not quite so bad a night last night and the wind is so cold she darst not venture out but her appetite is better and she is certainly improving. I think this air is too cold for her, and hope the change back again to a milder will do her good. I had a pleasant walk with Miss Strutt[?] yesterday evening. She is very natural and good natured and rather agreeable. She told me Miss Edgworth[?] had said that the speech of Lady Isabella in the Absentee that she would give her little fingers to make some body jealous she had really heard said by a lady of Lady Wellington. She said the only character in that story from real life was that of Mordecai and she said she had the man’s permission to put him only she had not drawn him half bad enough. There is one character in her new work so like John Darwin, that she has thought it necessary to inform the Darwins that she did not know him when it was written. I have finished Mr Grundy. I do not think him particularly clever, but he has a great deal of candour and moderation, though extremely jealous and apparently from the most sincere conviction of the importance of his doctrines, I must think the argument for Unitarianism unanswerable. A sermon of Mr James Yates on the opening the chapel at Glasgow shews I think more ability, I shall bring them back as I think you would like to see them. Mrs Robbands said I might. You will not expect a long letter as I wrote so lately, my pen and paper are so bad, you have much to excuse in my haste. I came poorly provided, the former has served me all the time, and the latter is borrowed, certainly not fit for a lady to write upon. You would be shocked at the difficulty I mentioned about Mary coming from Preston, as it was luckily market day, she got conveyed on a vehicle called a [tombit, tornkit, tomkit?], a mixture of a covered cart, bathing machine and long coach which goes every Saturday, I believe. Please forgive my complaining and distresses. I have made up my mind that it will be very ridiculous now to grieve about M. Reece, so I hope you will not. I am very well, and very comfortable and not less happy for being busy. Our [crossing, cropping?] now goes on very well. It is not much. Betty is very civil and teacheable. Kindest love from all to the circle. I am ever my dear Anne’s most sincerely affectionate
H Eliza Caldwell.
I will write to [Fasby?] soon.
File PB110147
Emma C to Anne Caldwell.
From our sister Emma 1816
4
Miss Anne Caldwell
Linley Wood
Lawton
Thursday 27th June 1816
My dear Anne,
Marianne has offered me a bit of a frank so supposing from Eliza’s letter yesterday that you are still at Parkfield I shall give you a little account of your young friend. The most prominent incident that has happened is the distinguished [pinins?] I received yesterday of a call from J.S. Caldwell Esq., So pray spare no calumnious stories about his never coming to see me. We are going at his request to meet at the Somerset House Exhibition tomorrow. The Wedgwoods say he was flirting very much with one of Miss Watkins at Lady [Owens, Avins?] He, however, strongly denies. This, I believe, proves nothing. I hope [‘the said sister’ crossed out] – says true for I am sure they are what M. Darwin means by Town girls. I am sorry to hear that Papa does not seem much better for his journey. It is very hard upon him and discouraging. I hope you are still fresh. Now what a fine thing it would be if you could bottle a little of your spirits and carry it home. To spend some on your friends would be charming and I should love to hear of it. Don’t say I am hard-hearted if you happen not be very rich in this precious commodity when you get this note. I enjoy the visiting here extremely though I have not had much of it. The lawyers do however want polish very much indeed to make them complete. I have not seen a man the least like Mr Grey since. On Saturday we drank tea at Mrs [Nans?] dear Mr [Lewis, Lins, Laws?] was there. Mr Tripp, Stroudley and some others. We had a very pleasant evening. I love Mr Lewis. He is so polite, gentlemanly, gentle and amiable looking. Mrs [Nares?] entertains me calling them, Lewis, Tripp, Stoudley ‘my dear’ &c. She seems to have the manner of a woman who has got ease from the security of pleasing. She is not the least affected but seems certain that she shall be admired. Monday we dined at the [Raine’s?]. Mr Raine is a pleasant joking man. I sat by him and had a merry dinner. Mr Littledale ( a Liverpool Littledale) endeavoured to make himself agreeable on the other side of me but I am sorry to say was eclipsed by the lawyers. A dinner does indeed deserve all the superiority it bears the character of ever an evening party. The person you sit next must talk to you for a certain time at least. Besides all are in good humor and every one pleasant. The Lawyers do take the liberty to be sure of [cutting, uttering?] the most – villainous dull jokes that ever have heard some times, but and seem rather to care more for quantity than quality. Last night the G’s and M.D. went to a party at Lady Bayley’s. I stayed away because we thought it was to be a dance and I was not asked. I lost but little, I believe. Don’t believe M.D’s saying that Mr Williams admires me. It is a huge mistake. I am only afraid that he mistakes me for a fool. For in spite of myself I cannot resist laughing when he speaks to me. This you would not imagine from his grim face that Sunday at dinner. He always has a suppressed laugh upon his own face as if he had the most ridiculous idea imaginable in his mind. Besides I never can make even a rude guess whether he is in earnest or – not every word he says. I like his company in spite of all this he is so very different from everyone else I ever saw. I am going to St. J Square today and I was there Tuesday so I see them there sometimes and they are always so excessively kind to me that it is my greatest happiness to go to them. These Gower Street friends are all very very kind to me and I am perfectly comfortable and enjoy myself very much. When I can get a little conversation with Mr G I like it very much but it is seldom I can and I do not know if he does not rather feel as if [‘to keep get’ ? ] anything like conversation was rather too great a trouble to him. It is a great pity he should be so fagged with business that he seems quite tired out when he comes home. We are going to Dulwich on Sunday in the evening to meet all manner of people. Wisham, Romilleys [related to the Cromptons] Mrs Waddington &c. This sounds most agreeable but I think a party of this sort always sounds better than it proves. But I want to see [Wisdom,London,Lisbon?] very much. We are going also to meet the Duke of Sussex at a party. Is not this fine. I saw Dr Holland at the Wedgwoods, Tuesday. He asked tenderly after all of you and begged to be remembered when I wrote. I suppose I shall never see Mr Marsh. I do not know how I should. I hope my dear little Anne is gay and [bish?]. If she can but send me word of this I should be more pleased than at seeing the Duke of Sussex. I do not know how or when I shall come down .Stamford wishes us to come with him. I wish to come as soon as Elizabeth likes because I think I shall have been here long enough to satisfy Harriet and Marianne’s friendship. But do not say anything that will hurry Elizabeth. I do still very much wish to take a few lessons in singing but for [this or that?] I think it would hardly be worth while and I fear my voice is not yet come back to me. I shall call on F. Tollet today if I can and see what she says of her intentions of coming home. I am glad to hear that Mama is so brisk and well. What pleasure it will give her if she see you so too, my dearest [luaine?] I shall write no more because M.D. is waiting for me. Give my love to all your party of at Parkfield and a slice of my best love I beg to present to Miss Sarah if she will accept of it. Yours every my dear Annes very affectionate
H Emma Caldwell
File PB110151
Emma to Anne Caldwell 1815
Postmark Nantwich 169
[8]
Miss Anne Caldwell
Linley Wood
Lawton
Cheshire
Coale
Tuesday 1815
My dear Anne,
I got your dear kind letter yesterday and I jumpt to see your hand writing. I am glad my dear Papa is better and I do hope most sincerely with every body else that this fit may be of service to him. By the time we get home I trust he will be quite well. We do not exactly know what to do about coming home on Saturday or staying till Monday which they wish us to do. I long to see you and all of you again my dear Anne but I think they wish us to stay here. Now you can tell how you all are, how you feel in yourself, how Papa is and whether it will be the least use in our coming home on Saturday taking along with you that we do not care for staying only we have no good reason to give for coming away and they are very kind in asking and wishing us to stay. If you [‘will will’ crossed out] think we had better come on Saturday you must send the Talk chaise for us and tell Richard to be here time enough for us to set off from hence at ½ past three. If on Monday he must be here for us to set off by ½ past ten. If you will any of you write again I shall be most happy to hear how you all go on and if you get this time enough to write by Thursday’s post you will one of you just let us know how it is settled. Perhaps you will think it disagreeable to have to settle when we shall come but recollect that it is not of the slightest consequence to us which day it is and that I thought you would tell best. I hope and trust my own Anne that you are now more comfortable. I feel grateful to you indeed for telling me [‘all’ crossed out] exactly how you feel and I long to talk to you again. That foolish Pionoforte vexes[?] me for Beethoven is a great consolar and [pardon, friend?] to you and the dear little garden must be now lovely. I see none to compare to it, but you must not tire yourself by doing [mud afficis?] to my [pancopus?] leaves. Eliza promised my Aunt Bessy to send her some flowers to plant in for this garden, of any common plants and I think she may [not, yet?] send some by the chaise. I suppose it would tire you too much to come in the chaise that fetches us. Indeed I am sure it would but my Aunts wished me to mention it as they would very much like to see you. This is a pleasant place and most perfectly quiet. My dear Uncle is as happy and busy as possible looking after his workmen and improving his banks. It makes an amazing difference in the happiness of his life having this place to come to. The Clarksons and Mainwarings are coming today and we are going to Harbeton on Thursday and this is all our gaity, but that is very well for I think cows and [guinafields?] are quite as agreeable company as the Nantwich smarts. I got a little (but only very little) [tunic?] for my dear old Shakespeare. I have read Midsummer Nights Dream and I am enchanted with it. Mr Brakspeare is preaching at Andlem a course of sermons against the dangerous heresy of [Miterianism?] [hole in letter ‘that’s’ ?] my Aunts tell me is a substant- - staying over another Sunday. I - - settle for us to stay till Monday and [we?] hope that we shall find both you and Papa stout. I hope you take your two glasses of wine regularly. I enjoin you to do it upon your allegiance. I hope dear Eliza’s ears are better and that she is stout again, pray send word of this if you write again. Though news is dull I must tell you that Mr William Garnett is going to be married very soon to a Miss Bishton of Lichfield, 19 years of age and with a large fortune. Some say £40,000, others £60,000. Some £80,000 in possession. This is a strange piece of good fortune. It is a pity Stamford cannot fall in with such a catch. It would be a nice little addition to a mans gains. I never felt in such a state of perfect quiescence in my life as I do here. I suppose one should drop a sleep and remain so if one stayed here very long. Your letter has given me the first feeling (to call feeling) since I came ,not that I find it dull, only dozy. I am however got interested in the cows, cheese, and I have taken a great fancy to the Evans, indeed I think James is as agreeable a gentleman as I know. I like you friend, old Matty also [unattacted?] I draw manfully but I find Craig difficult. How can you be so affected about my drawing. I have the greatest mind in the world to say I agree with us and then I should puzzle you what I say next. You would be obliged then to take to praising yourself and save me the trouble. I mean to take some views of Coale when I have done all my copies but this is sooner said than done. All here send their best love to your party [and the?] Woods are with you give my love to them. I must thank you too much my dear dearest Anne for your letters and your [tusit?] expressions to me. You know well how I return them in my heart. I must give over now. Be as happy as you can my dearest, think of me ever as your most truly and strongly attended M Emma Caldwell
File PB110155
Mrs A. Marsh
Waterloo
Kilburn
London - Postpaid
Postmark – 7th Feb 1833
Linley Wood
5th February 1833
[aged 73, EM]
My dearest Anne,
Above you will receive a Bill on demand for £57 being the half years Interest of £2,000 now due under your Marriage Settlement and the Receipt of which you will be so good as to acknowledge in the usual form, expressing it to be in full to this time. The additional £1 is the money which you are so good as to pay for the Magnesia &c.
It gives one great pleasure to hear that your health is upon the whole pretty good, and that you do not materially suffer from ;you literary labours. I am quite anxious about your Book, and impatient to see it, not doubting that it will do great credit to yourself and afford equal gratification to your readers. I rather wonder that you have not shown it to our good friend the Doctor, but he is so constantly engaged that I suppose you were fearful of intruding upon him. I still continue an Invalid though gradually better. Unfortunately I am not yet able to get on a Leather shoe, which prevents my taking that air and exercise so essential to my perfect health. However, the wisdom is to take things as quietly as one can, and of which important lesson Gout is a good practical instructor. We expect Eliza Roscoe here tomorrow, hoping that a little change of air and scene may be beneficial to her, though she seems in good spirits about herself, and is I believe, upon the whole pretty well. What an additional delight, my dearest Anne, would it be to me if you could be with us! But I hope it will not be very long before I have the happiness ot see you here. I think you must, and if it be possible with still increasing love and affection.
You would be much grieved and shocked to hear of the death of our old and excellent friend at Eton. I have felt it much, as he was a person for whom I ever entertained the most sincere friendship and regards. He was a good man, and had his talents been well directed he would have been a distinguished one.
I am doing all I can to get these affairs of yours from Annes as speedily settled as possible. But it is extraordinary how many difficulties and delays arise on a case which one would think quite plain and straight forwards. I will speak to Eliza again about the large and small legacies. I am very doubtful whether the exemptions from the Duty was intended to extend to the £100 legacies, and I think Eliza did not quite understand my letter to her.
A Chaise is going today from the train which I hope will do as directed to Mary Beardmore’s [Drug?] and [may?] prove acceptable to you and Arthur. It would have been sent sooner but we were afraid of the frost.
Bessy is as well as one can reasonably expect at this time of the year, though her cough is occasionally very violent. She joins me in every kind remembrance to yourself and Arthur and the children.
Believe me My dearest Anne,
Ever
Your most tenderly affectionate Father
James Caldwell
Letter Box C
File PB120001
AMC to Rosamond MC [pre 1845]
My dear Posy,
I have been very busy today and have not time or strength left to write much but I must write a few lines to thank you for your letter. I was very anxious to hear of your safe arrival. I know you must be tired, but you do not say whether the fatigue brought on your shakes. That is what I am most anxious to know for I never shall think you quite in the right way till your body has forgotten such things. Mention in our letters if they ever attack you and then if I hear nothing of them I shall conclude you have nothing of them. Pray thank my dear Mrs Barnardistone for her most kind little note. I am, indeed, quite at ease about you in such very kind hands, and nothing I could have invented for you could in my opinion have been so likely to do you good as a visit to these dear and valued friends. My kindest love to her and to Louisa. I hope you will take care to lie down as I told you, every day and the garden chair Mrs Barnardistone speaks of is the very thing for you. We were in London on Wednesday and saw all your Aunts. Aunt Annie looks not one hour older than when we parted seven years ago. Aunt Me looks well and Annie and Willie too. Annie is not at all pretty but has so much [quiteness?] and [- page? -] of manner and countenance that she is very pleasing. They all think George greatly improved and a very fine boy. The Lyons Emily and Scott Gifford came yesterday. [Early, surty?] on Tuesday. I do not know who we shall have but the girls will send you a full account. The monkey has been [since?] once more by the gardeners children at dawn of day playing round a tree. They made a noise and the animal, they say, looked up and stared at them so that they were frightened and ran from the window. We hear he has been down the country for six weeks and that a reward is offered for his destruction. I think he has left our woods and is gone on, he was seen at first near Uxbridge. I must now my little love bid you good by and go to my rest. I miss my little angel sadly, and catch myself running to you ever to ask you how your are. My love to Mary Tillot and kind regards to Mrs Barnardistone. Ever your tender mother.
File PB120003
AMC to Rosamond MC [pre 1845]
Probably 1841 while Posy was staying with the Hollands in London.
My prettiest Posy,
I have been a long time answering your affectionate little prayer for a letter. I have been so very busy. I am cutting [copice?] you know what that business [engages?] to, and I am making a new little orchard at the back of the garden and have an extra man at work, and I must look after them, and I must go out early or the crown of the day is over before I get to them. And I must always write more letters before I go out and when I come in I am too tired to write and so my sweetest and dearest of all possible Posys, is left in the lurch. I am very glad you had your visit at the Lyons, and that you like Emilia so much. They certainly are very nice girls, very much above the common Inn. And now I conclude you are in Brook Streetwith our Emy [Emily Holland/Buxton], for Mrs [Hubbert?] has just been here and so of course she is not there. How long will you stay, let me know and whether you will spend a few days with your Aunt Georgy before you come home. Do just what you think best but if poor dear aunt G seems to wish you to stay a day or two and you can contrive it do. Though I must say I long to see your dear face again. Miss Morrison has sent a box full of watches, rings and brooches to be divided among you, that were her poor sisters and some I believe her own. If you should happen to see her while you are in town don’t forget to thank her for your share of them. My love to my sweetest Emy. I shall be delighted to take her as soon as ever she and Mrs Hibbert are tired of one another. But I shall not be able to fetch her for alas, the poor sick horse is quite incapable of so long a journey. It took us to church yesterday, but though the girls walked up the hill all the way, it was as much as the poor creature could do to get us home, and we had only the little carriage. We are very busy in the usual manner here, and in the evening we are reading Shakespeare aloud. We have as yet [-ten?] no steps towards our [-n?] I wish while you are with Mrs Holland you would consult her. Perhaps she would be so good as to take you to some of the first shops Morants or so on to get an idea of the present style of such things. If you could get a petite idea it would be a great aid to our imaginations. We had no letter from Martin yesterday. I do not know whether he is in town. How charming his last letters have been, all full of good news of every sort. Now sweetest Posh you must write to me a very comfortable letter in return for this shabby little epistle. You must give my dear love to your Aunt Holland. And to the dear Emy and kisses to the little girls. And pray thank Dr Holland very particularly for his kind letter, which I shall answer by and by. I had a very sweet composed letter from your dear Aunt Roscoe. They mean to live on at Liverpool. I do not think they would be so happy any where else. Farewell my dear girl,
Your ever [confer?] Mother.
File PB120006
AMC to Posy. Mentions Mary’s injury.
Mentions book Emilia Wyndham so 1846+
Irish issue – 1848?
25 Lower Brook Street
Friday
My dearest Posy,
As I have a few minutes at last to spare I devote them to my dear friend and child. Though having left your dear letter at home I cannot be said to answer it. Nor have I much to say more than your sisters have written. I will however, take up the story from Saturday when Adelaide wrote. Sunday the girls to Church and [sacrament?] but I did not go. Wishing to defer that till Easter and being indeed so terribly tired that I was obliged to stay at home and Georgy and I had a busy day of it in London. I got my tooth put in which hurt me very much. Then we went to call upon Mrs N Wedgwood, Lady Pell and Mrs Pigott and Miss [Case?]. We found only Mrs Pigott at home who was very friendly. Minny Pell has been very ill, and Lady Pell was gone to Wilbarton to fetch her home. She is safely arrived, we hear, and Louisa and I are going to call there this morning. On Monday I came up to town in the carriage with Mary to have a consultation with Dr Holland and Mr Toynbee which was very satisfactory and I hope the dear child will escape without any permanent injury, though she will require much care for a long time. Mr Holland asked me to bring three of your sisters up on Thursday and stay for a party that there is to be tonight. At first I disliked the thought very much, but reflecting that the first time would always be the first time, and the I must summon courage for the sake of giving your sisters every opportunity of going out I consented and here I am. I think it will do me good rather than harm for every one is very kind. I have concluded a bargain with Mr Colburn for £100 for Emilia Wyndham, a reprint, and that is going to be put into the stocks [inlorter?] to pay for a month or six weeks appointments for the Misses Marsh and their celebrated mother this season in town. We think to come on the second week in May and stay as long as we can afford it. So this is a settled thing. We have been reading Cleveland and I am so much pleased with it that I have ordered a certain number of copies. And I mean to send one to my dear Mrs Barnardistone who I think will like it. I suppose sent [blrsuhed?] to the Kyes it will get safe or had it better wait till they come to town. My dear love to her. Poor Tom seems to have had to cut his brown [bread?] first in his profession, but the white will be all the sweeter afterwards. I think there is no news, we only talk of the Irish, nobody seems to think much of anything else. Emy looks well but not quite so beautiful as when she came from Yorkshire. Farewell dearest of all Posys. I wonder what you will think of Cleveland.
I am ever my own dear dear Posy’s loving Mother.
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Date needs sorting
Looks like AMC at Linley Wood and Eastbury. 1848-1857
My dearest Posy,
At last I have time to write a few lines to you my darling girls, which is a sore [bunt?] for me, for I have been busy. I am now enjoying a little interval of holiday though I have a great deal to do in other ways to work up business neglected, you may guess what a relief it has been to me to find my work so well received by your sisters and Mary Lyon. It has been a very great relief to my heart and spirits. It is so long since I got your letter that I think it vain to answer it so all conversation of that sort is at an end. But I am delighted you are enjoying your selves so thoroughly and moreover laying in quite a new stock of ideas, which is one of the best [hersover?] one can lay in. I think my dear Adelaide will look about her and lay in store for future reflection among the quite new forms of life in which she now is. You must give my kindest regards to Mrs Greenwood and tell her how greatly I feel obliged to her kindness to you and how happy in the pleasure you are enjoying and the improvement you are [keeping?] and give my kindest love to John [John Greenwood] and the same to Mary [Greenwood, Hawkins, later Mrs Helsham-Jones]. If I may venture to send such to one I as yet know so much less of than I hope to do. Ask Mrs Greenwood if she has had Fowell Buxtons’s [book 1848][Sir Thomas Buxton, 1st Baronet] life by his son. If she has not I am sure she will find it a book after her own heart. Thank John for sending us the calotype [photograph] but the days of short [horns, hours?] alas are over with us. For [charge, change?] not yet let. I have little doubt the farm will be let this Michelmas. With respect to your coming home, I think it would be a pity you should come home upon Georgy’s account, who I am sure will get on quite well. We are again put off and do not go till Monday. Perhaps not then. I would only have you take great care not to stay longer than your kind friends thoroughly wish you. Direct your letter to any of the Linlyites still here till we are actually gone. I should not wonder if it were put off and put off [sine die?] after all. In which case I shall not leave home till October. Will you send me the direction[?] to [Miss Next?] again and the name of the gentleman who saw the ghost. I have mislaid the paper. And I have been too busy just lately to write but now I shall have time. I do not know what your sisters have told you but will begin on Friday with my private memoirs. I walked to Norwood Church after having been at Pinner. I went to see Lady R. G about the school for they are going to the Moderns for the winter, but did not see her, got an excellent sermon from Mr [Pache, Packe?] and a good Conservative talk with Mr Soames who is to me one of the most conversation creating men that I know. Monday we went to call upon the Creeds to see the baby who is indeed a charming little clever looking thing, though not handsome. Perhaps. The Creeds are all civility and it is my politics that the Captain is casting a [sheeps, sharp?] eye at Georgy. But I don’t think that will do. As we came home a fly containing James Browne came up to us. He has been flying since. He is much improved in appearance, I think, and very interesting. I wonder whether he will make a place in the world. He read sixteen hours a day at his salon at Boulogne with a tutor he got a Cambridge man, and has conquered that. So here is industry and energy enough. He has arranged his affairs being of age, but as he gets but few of his rents does not seem yet to have much money to spend. Today we dine at the Kings, and he goes back to London to look after his clay which must be wetted. He is making a group, Christ and the demonian and has asked us to go and see it which I certainly shall do when I get home. Tell Adelaide the first person he asked after on coming into the house was herself and seemed quite taken aback when he heard she was at Ryshworth, but still I think her [tresses, kisses?] is the yet greater favourite. MayLyon goes on Saturday. I think I shall like Olivia when I read it to myself. I am now wrapped up in a german tale of M. Lyons, [blunding, blending?] though it now found children of my heart of hearts, light of my eyes, and pride of my life. Your loving and in you happy Mother.
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AMC to Posy, about 1844 – when Martin just starting at Oxford.
Sunday
My dearest Posy,
You complain of not having letters and now letters will come upon you by dozens. I write today because I sent you no message about that important thing the money. I will send you £5 by a Post Office order in your Aunt Roscoe’s Tuesday letter. If you want any before, borrow a sovereign from your Aunt Roscoe, which you can repay immediately. Your letters, my dearest of children, fill me with pleasure. I see the my scheme of sending you to Tenby has fully answered and that you really are getting strength there. And I am sure sweetest love of all the money that is spent none I think so well spent as that employed in contributing to the welfare and happiness of my loves, and especially to the health of my own active useful sensible Posy. Mrs [Baugh?] Allen will be a charming chaperone for you. There is not the same objection to returning by sea because you see how the weather is before you set out. And in fine weather nothing can be better, however, we shall think[?] of this before the time comes and settle what is best to be done. My love to your dear Aunt Roscoe and tell her that it was not till last Sunday that I found a comfortable time to open her valuable present and look it through. I am very much obliged to her and to William for it. It is a very interesting book indeed to me. But I am ashamed to accept of so valuable a present. Pray write to me next my Posy. I like a letter from you so much. Your letters are charming. I was sorry to find by yours to Emy that you had taken a fright at the Miss Allens [pery?], try hard to get over it and profit by the society of a woman of the very highest class both in taste and intellect which I think Miss Fanny Allen is [1781-1871]. Has she made any enquiries after me or has she quite forgotten me do you think. We have got our journal letter from Martin and I should send it on to you but it is not very particularly interesting. He is not very well, nor in very good spirits I think. Oxford is far from being so happy a place as Eton but I hope he will like it better by and by. All freshmen dislike the University I think. Your sisters will have told you all about our visit to London, Mrs Holland was extremely kind to us an we enjoyed our visit very much. One thing I observed that your nice rambling non-sensical letter so long was put into Mrs Richards to read. You must remember that when you write, and not say anything you intend for Emy [Emily Holland/Buxton] alone. It is disagreeable to have that feeling about ones letters but it cannot be helped. Mrs [Saba] Holland means very kindly and well. She makes mistakes in her ideas of what is wise and best often. And there is no one to set her right. One must [arrange?] with such little inconveniences as best one can. Emy is looking remarkably well and Mrs Holland seems determined to encourage her friendship for her Eastbury cousins so I hope everything will be done on our side to cherish these happy family cordial feelings. To begin I think Cooy [Caroline Holland]] much improved and am beginning to like her very much as I so much wish to do. I think that Dr Holland has been the saving of Cooy. I suppose your sisters told you all we did and all the news, such as it was. I have sent in all the M.S. of Part 1st which is a great relief and now I was going immediately to send in Part 2nd. Mrs Holland made me read a piece to her and seemed to like it well. Has Aunt Roscoe seen the Advertisement and did it surprise her. I shall not have a copy in the world to give to any one. I shall be obliged to buy my own. But I wish nobody would begin to read till the whole is out. No, I like [back, least?] that sentence, so don’t say that to anyone. Perhaps it will be most interesting read in parts. It is Sunday my love that I am writing upon, because I did not wish to keep you another day in suspense about the money. This is a stupid letter, but I feel as if everything had been said by your sisters yesterday. If you meet with ‘Dr Arnolds Life’ while on your travels by all means read it. Do not read the “Mysteries of the Creation.” It is not a book for you. The ‘Crescent and the Cross’ I have just got, it is very well worth reading. Farewell my dear love, my kind love to your Aunt Roscoe and to Elizabeth. I am ever your tenderly affectionate Mother.
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Mary Emma Marsh [Lady Heath] to her sister Posy
20th January 1845
Eastborough.
Dearest Rosina,
Having arrived home I will finish my letter which I was obliged to break off in that tremendous hurry I left off I think just in the middle of the ball but I shall not tell you much about it for I am sure Fanny’s account must be a so much more interesting one than I could make and that I wont venture to compare myself with her. I had a very pleasant ball on the whole, not such pleasant partners as I had at Swakeleys but the sight was much prettier. I had no good polkas or waltzes for Harry and Frank are only beginners. I thought my self uncommonly fortunate to escape from Cecil Hodgson who is the most horrible polkerer that ever ventured to show himself upon the boards. He looks just as if he was made of wood and stands as straight as a maypole and never by an chance lifts his feet from the ground. I was his unfortunate victim at Swakelys. Fanny has told you I dare say what portion of the aristocracy was present so I shall not go through the enumeration again. There were some beautiful men dancers among them, which made me rather envious. But I never saw such a race of immense women and girls. Lady Verulain I did not see which Mr Slack says is very extraordinary as she is a giantess but see Lady T Grimston and Miss Sullivan the Miss Aymes and they were very large and very fine young ladies which [finesse ? ] I don’t at all admire. Altogether I think the men had the best part of the beauty. The band was beautiful, it was Adams, it really was quite delightful to dance the quadrille which are already such very stupid affairs except when you are blessed with that rare astute an agreeable partner. We arrived at Mr Slack’s at about ½ 5 and found Mr Slack sitting up for us. On Friday we did not come down till eleven and about three we went out in the carriage to call on Mrs Bigham, Mrs Corbet’s sister. Mama met her at the ball. We came home in time for dressing before dinner. The party consisted of Mr C. Lyon, Sir Astly Cooper, his son and Mr Zellowly, Mr Mounter’s curate. Mr Lyon took me into dinner and he is a most fascinating young man, handsome and perfectly gentlemanlike and [next page] very agreeable. Mr Cooper sat opposite with a little eyeglass continually stuck in his eye which was rather disagreeable. He was rather so so by contrast I suppose with Mr Lyon and Martin who sat at the bottom, he looked so handsome and gentlemanlike but that is no news, he always does. Sir Astly sat next Mamma and Fanny sat near the curate. Sir A and his son Mr G went soon after they came out from dinner and so then we all stood round the fire while Mr Lyon entertained us very agreeably with an account of his travels. He stayed very late and so we did not get to bed till 12. Mr Lyon told Martin to look him up at Oxford but Martin says he is in such a rich set that he is afraid he will not be able to cultivate him much. The next day we had Mr Mountain the vicar of Hemel Hempstead and Mr Heal or Healy and his sister. Mr Heal is a rich bachelor but vulgar. He looks apothecary like, don’t you know what I mean. We set of home after dinner and arrived home at about twelve. I was very tired by my dissipation but now I am nearly recovered and can set to my lessons with pleasure. Martin goes on Thursday, Friday is his proper day but he goes to Eton with John Greenwood who comes here tomorrow [next page vertical] shall you not be able to come home before then, dear Posy, I do so long to see you. Mr Slack enquired after you and your singing several times. He has invited us to come in the summer unless he goes to Weisbaden. It will be very pleasant for he is in such good society and knows such quantities of people. I wish he had come to S A [St.Albans] ball. I dare say he would have introduced us to partners. How I wish you had been able to come to the ball. I forgot to tell you how pretty Emily [Lyon,Holland?] looked (I cannot call her beautiful) She has very much admired I believe and sister they did look so very nice. Georgy’s curls did not quite stick out as they might but she looked very well nevertheless. Mamma looked very well too, her dress looked so well adorned with Aunt G’s beautiful jewels. Now dear dearest Posy, I must stop and fly to my drawing which I have hardly touched for a week so good bye, thanking you again and again for your lovely present. Believe me ever your affectionate sister M.E. Marsh.
All sisters best love. Georgy would have written for finding that I was in the act of doing so she desires to send her best love and say that she will write soon.
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Difficult to read dense letter written horizontal and vertical.
Note - 41-2 [1841-1842?]
Looks like Emily M. Holland/Buxton to Posy
Dearest Posy,
Mama says I may slip a little bit of paper into her letter on which to write a few lines to you, as I should not like to miss a second opportunity of thanking you for your letter. When [Martin Marsh?] went the last time I heard nothing about it till he had set off or you may be sure I should have written to you. He called just before going but I was out and Mama did not tell me of it till the evening and then I heard nothing but bad news that he was [already, hearing] about Fanny and dreadful [unsinnmatous?] news [dropt?] about your all going to the Cape) in short I was thoroughly frightened and you don’t know what a relief your letters have been for as you do not say a word about Fanny, I concluded she is well again, or at least very much better, and most heartily rejoiced I am to be able to come to such conclusion. My dearest Posy, what do you mean by entreating me to come for all your [latis?], and your own particular sakes, and being afraid it wont be worth my while, you ought to know me well enough to be sure that there is nothing in the world I enjoy so much as being with you and I should like of all things to come and help you to recover from Boulogne but alas you have asked me for just the month when the boys come home so of course I could not then be away and before you are angry with me for not coming and yet you must just put yourself in my place, and imagine Martin coming home for the first time from [school?] (indeed you may double him, as I have two brothers to your one and you will no longer be inclined to scold me. I am very much grieved that it is so, and that our times clash but I must [have higher?] the hopes of coming to see you when you are settled in England and for the present make that happiness suffice me and it is so great a happiness that I ought to be content without more of the pleasure of having you safely[?] back in England. I am only just beginning to believe that it will come to pass. I have so long despaired of it. I suppose it is natural for you to feel some emotion besides pleasure at [gaining?] a place that has been so long your home but you must not expect me to enter into your feelings or condole with you. I will congratulate you, as much as you please. Mama will have told you in her letter of our darling little baby [Caroline Holland] having been so ill, but she is now, thank God, very much better, and improving form [along?] today. It is just a pleasure to see her little smile –
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Again though from now it rarely comes, and she looks [generally, usually?] nervous and sad - - merry little self, for little - - she was there most good [mannered, tempered?] and sweetest little thing that ever was but I trust she shall soon get it back again, and be like herself, though, I suppose we must expect that which she is getting well, she will be very fracky, as the nurse calls it. Mama [F?] rejoices to say has not been at all knocked up by [mourning?] and indeed is better now than I have seen her for some time. This [lovely, busily?] weather does every [body?] -
[badly?] good for all the world of London are just recovering from the influenza. Poor Papa, [Sir Henry Holland] though he had it himself, was obliged to go about nursing others. I am going to enjoy this summer like him, properly in the country, next week Aunt Emily has asked me to come to her at [Munchen, Minden?]. She always longs to get out of this [ashors?] town of London when anything like [twerping?] weather comes, and I expect to enjoy myself very much. Frank Rev. Francis J. Holland] seems to be the happiest of the happy at Eton, we have letters from him brim full of enjoyment and pleasure. Everything appears to be perfect at Eton still and except the regular work, which he regards with great [apprisan? Apprehension?] I suppose what it is, being an Eton brother. Frank has just been placed in the Upper Fourth, it would have been the R[ussian?] [test?] for his [news? Year?] I think it is as well as it is for it is never [segard?] to put boys above their proper level, [make?] is the [useful side?].
How I wish you were coming with Aunt Marsh and I don’t in the least see why you should not. It would be so delightful to have you. As all [comes, counts?] it will be a great pleasure to see Aunt Marsh and I hope she will come to us, at least for part of the time. Mama says you have heard of a house that will probably suit you, and I wish very much to know where it is, I hope as get-at-able distance from London. I fell in love with Sayes Court, with its historical [Porch, grounds?] and [great, yet?] long. I forget how many feet long. But only come to England and I don’t care where you are, it will be great pleasure to have you within 50 miles of us, and I trust that never again shall we pass two long years without seeing each other. Join with me in that hope and believe from me your most affectionate S.S [?]. Dearest love from all
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Letter to Posy and to Mrs Holland from AMC
Mentions Fanny being ill and recovering slowly.
Note 1841
Post Mark – 22nd May 1841Dover.
Miss Rosamond Marsh
Dr. Holland
Lower Brook Street
Grosvenor Square
London
My dearest Posy,
I will being by answering your questions and then go on to other things you must give Sarah [Sarah Tareh?] 7/- and the other maid 5/-. I will send the lace you asked for by this letter if I can get it but there is a doubt about it as nobody seems to remember exactly the pattern. Mr Daniel Gaskell, who is passing through and dines here today will carry this for me, and save your tiny little pocket 1/10. Your Papa arrived about ½ past ten last night. Great was the joy of meeting upon both sides. We have had much talk of future plans but at present agree on the wisdom of a little further delay. I do not think Windsor Lodge a wise [cord?] and certainly should not give my consent to its being purchased hastily. I should very greatly object to taking Fanny there next winter, without a greater [warrant?] of its healthiness than I can obtain. I think there are a good many other objections to the place, but this one is enough for the present. I am sure nobody else will buy it. So that if we wait ever so long as may have it when we please. And I feel great hopes we may with a little patience do better and I shall doudle on a little here. And then return to England in good time to have Fanny come when or other long before the winter and if this seems on consideration of all things the best plan to us all and accordingly it is enacted that so it is to be. I am determined not to lose sight of Fanny till she is in a very much safer state than at present. She requires extreme care and is very much inclined to be [dependent, despondent?] the moment she is better she was reading, since I have kept her very quiet and paid the most complete attention to chest exercise and in particular to her cough has disappeared and [next page] but the slightest imprudence brings it on again and I am sure they would take great care of her in York Gate, but she is safer with me at present, indeed her crossing the water is quite out of the question, but she is [Inhidly?] improving and every day able to commit with [imparity?] some little fresh imprudence. Dearest Posy [Posh?], I was charmed with your journal, it is very kind of you indeed to make us all sharers of your pleasures, by your care and pains to put down all, and your letters are as interesting as if you were Miss Evelina or Ayelina or any novel young layd being introduced into the world. Charlotte Gifford wrote us word what a pretty pair you and Emy [Emily Holland] looked and how nicely you sung and a most satisfactory account of you my darling which has been a very great pleasure to us all. It was very good [nature?] we thought down at Ryde to think so much of what would please us to hear I think we have at last hit upon plans which will answer the purposes of all [partners?] and bring us all happily back to England in a short time. But we must let a little time yet to nurture them. All I can say is [to front cover] that after having suffered agonies of perplexity I am at last satisfied that the path is found[?] which will lead us safely home in due time. Lady Lyon is going to Wiesbaden and wants us very much to go with her [there but?] us to join her we entertained the plan for a short time but ended by giving it quite up. She takes Mary and Amelia and [thus, that?] it is probable having got so far into Germany that then Sir James will rest. He is very [comy?] to leave this wretchedy[?] old Boulogne, so is Capt Bridgman, so I have –
Plenty of sympathies on the sorrow of quitting this harbour of rest from the troubles of this world. Yesterday I called upon Mrs Gert and found Lady Catherine Fleming sitting there. She says that if the Corn Laws are given up Mr and Mrs Fleming who have £5,000 a year must shut up their house and come abroad. It is plain that the whole weight [will fall ?] upon the Landlord and there will be more absenteeism than ever. Lady C [F] is very gentle and pleasing and so [affectionate?] in her manner that it [hors?] one. She makes her husband go to Church regularly. He says there is one thing she cannot do “she cannot do wrong.” They seem settling to a rational life together. Mr and Mrs Warbarton are coming and are going to pasture that horse close by with J G - - [?] They are very happy I am happy to say. Who should be come be come here for the summer but Dr Holland’s friends the Prince and Princess of [Copra?] and they are at the Hotel du Nord. The Princess is not reckoned pretty here. I have not seen her. The Greigs are gone to Frankfurt and I do not think it is quite sure that Mr [Miguel?] will marry Miss M MC. She sets her [cup?] most perseveringly at him. Col. and Mrs Eyres are expected very soon. I went to see Mrs Eyres the other day and she was in happy preparation for them. We are to be very great friends. You will come back to take your [time, turn?] so I need not deliver your message to dear old Mrs Eyres. She likes her town house very much but he is cross and wants to be in the country again, a little bit of [pride?] and a good deal of horticulture in the sentiments. I am delighted that you should see the Montern though we alas, must not have that pleasure. We all agree, however, to spend a few more weeks here, in preference to your beloved [General?], at which there is only one house that could possibly hold us, and we must pay 4 [guis?] a week for it, a good deal more than the summer rent here, and then how lively and improving. We mean to make your Papa take holidays and come and stay with us while we stay. He is already much the better for his change. Here is a regular chatting, good for nothing letter my dearest little Posh, but I am in a good for [for nolly??] the humour. I wish I could see my lamb [stoody alone?] Does she make those sweet happy noises she used to. Love to dearest Emy and little Cooy and ever your most loving mother.
[Note to Mrs Holland]
My dear Mrs Holland,
A thousand thanks for all your kindness to my dear girl who seems happiness itself. We heard of her nice looks and of her duet with Emy from Kyre[Eyre?] much to our satisfaction. The daring little [strings?] to sing in a London party. I suppose all the world who care for our plans will be [knowing?] I have not made a decision in favour of O.W.L [Old Windsor Lodge] but I do not think it will do. At least I feel we ought to consider a little longer before the irrevocable step is taken. Rather doudle than repent. Besides there are many reasons why a little longer delay may be advisable. The state of Fanny’s health being a very important one. We have, however, laid our plan of proceedings for the next few months and though nobody [other side of letter page] I suppose will believe it. I have resolved to be in England by a certain day. I have suffered much from doubt and anxiety but now I think I see my way. How dearest Arthur looks already better for his change of air. Ever dear Mrs Holland your affectionate and very much obliged. Anne M.
File PB120026
Letter to Posy
Refers to Fannys illness again 1841? [1838]
Miss Rosamond Marsh.
BSM. [Monday? Tuesday?]
My dearest Posy,
I was charmed with your journal and with your whole letter which indeed gave me very great pleasure and I was sorry to send you such a poor letter, not in return for you would perceive that out letters crossed upon the road, and I gave you those sad details of our poor Fanny’s illness, which you had already heard from your Papa. I am so unwell now myself, that I have much difficulty in doing anything so I must send you my darling still a very poor return but you will be glad to hear for a beginning that Fanny has been down three days. She looks very pale and delicate and is weakened a good deal but all her malady has disappeared and it is a great comfort to me to know that she will not be liable to a return of these attacks. Louisa too, is quite about again but the swelling in her head still continues. I have however, applied [mindsay?] and water which I hope will bring it down as it is in the glands. I wrote to you on Saturday. On Sunday Fanny and Louisa came down and we had reading and prayers as usual. Nobody came until the joyous moment when your Papa arrived. I could not but rejoice to see him though certainly if I had known of your poor Grandmama’s death I should not have asked him to come. [Elizabeth Marsh nee Tresillian? Feb 1838] However I rejoiced heartily to see him and indeed I was so completely [knocked?] up that a little support of this kind was necessary. Yesterday Mr Le Roux, and Fanny took her lesson he brought his violin which Louisa said was beautiful. I thought it mewed like a cat. On arrival in my opinion even De Benots violin sometimes irritates. Mary and Baby took their lessons. I have had a letter from Mrs [Light, Liegh?] saying they were [yet, got?] well to Paris, and asking me to enquire if any letters from Mr [Light?] were laying here so your Papa and Georgy went about them and found two which they dispatched to her. Mr and Mrs [Atheson] called and asked your Papa to dinner. He being out I accepted if for him. And he went and dined with them, their two sons and another gentleman whose name I have forgotten. Mrs Drake too called and I had as usual a very nice chat with her. I like her exceedingly, for though she is not very clever she is so gentle kind and well bred. This morning the sun shines so bright we thought to spend the day out of doors but there is so cold a wind that we think it prudent to keep the house. Madame [Gummond?] is come and is teaching your sisters in the next room. She comes twice a week, and so something in the [culture??] of the french language is effected. So here end my scanty journal which has no such adventures to [record?] as yours my darling. You made me tremble with the adventure of the horse. And I am most thankful to God after all the dangers of this horrid week to find my [thersaces?] still safe and well. I am afraid your dear Aunt Holland’s recovery has been sadly tedious. But she has fine weather it is to be hoped before her. Give my dearest love to her. Nobody tells me anything about my new neicelet, whether she is pretty or witty or what. My love to my dear Emy [Emily Holland] and kisses to my Coo [Caroline Holland]. Most tenderly my beloved little girl your affectionate mother.
[Niecelet could be Edith Saba Holland 1838-1838 or Gertrude Holland 1841]
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Probably Stamford to AMC.
Linley Wood
2 June 1856
My dear Anne,
This is no letter but I must write you to send me Dr Holland’s prescription for the Le Havre[?] pills which I find particularly to agree with me. I will copy it and send it back. I hope that Crofton’s plan will answer but I yet scarcely quite understand it. Would not his promotion have gone as well in England? I doubt not however, that, under all the circumstances, they are right. When you write to [Basa?] thank him most cordially for the charming letter, also Fanny for her’s. Very acceptable. I am glad to hear from Louisa that Miss Morrison left “Aunt Me” a legacy. I hope it was a good one. It seems at all event to have much contributed to her comfort. I say nothing more about family matters and only the more I consider it the more I doubt whether Louisa’s match with J.A. [work anymore? Would augur?] to either party in the long run. Allan’s with their grand commission and his London life would never do with small means. I was taken quite by surprise when you were here last or I should, I dare say, have expressed myself very differently and I am indeed deeply vexed that you [never?] mentioned my [vexed? Read?] to Louisa. But I have quite forgiven your mistake though it has caused me much annoyance as I have found it very [lnag?] entering to alter formerly proposed arrangements. But I am exceedingly concerned on Louisa’s account.
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Letter to Posy from AMC. [about Spring 1841 in Boulogne]
Miss Rosamond Marsh.
My dearest Posy,
It is a sad business and Mrs Holland’s and your letters have opened my wounds [apart, again?]. And they bleed so fast that it is quite terrible. Really it tries my philosophy for after all it is owing to a mistake. Your papa made about Harry’s holidays. He calculated that they would not be over till the 17th and as he must be in London on 23rd he could not have brought Emy back. Whereas unless I had staid a much longer time then I could have done, without being obliged to go to Nantwich as nothing but a very short stay in England will excuse my not paying a visit to dear Aunt B, which I could not now contrive to do. Now do you understand how it happened that I could not come. I gave up all thoughts when I lost the ball of setting out till the 17th. And I got your letter so late to night and your Papa sets out so soon that it was impossible to be ready to go with him, or I would not have disappointed you my darling. Nor may dearest Mrs Holland again as she is so good as to be disappointed about me. I hope, my love, to see you in peace and joy on the 17th and as a few days after to bring you and our dear Emy safely back again. I am not sorry Emy’s visit is pushed a little further on in the Spring as it is very cold here at present, and I want her to have fine weather and enjoy her garden again. Posy, write us a very long a particular account of the Ball. We thought of you all day, and when you would be dressing and what you would be doing. Indeed my dear little girl, I am longing very much to see you but the 17th will soon be here. And I enjoy the thoughts of seeing you all so much, that I think nothing of the sea which rolls between us. I have nothing to tell you, we have horridly cold weather here, and it is not the least like Spring. But every day we expect the wind to change and then everything will burst out [again?]. There was a great sensation in the town today. The estafette from Paris did not arrive at the usual time so the rumour flew abroad that there was an [emente?] in Paris, barricades on the boulevarsds, and some of the English were preparing to run away, when the istefette[?] arrived safely
I am getting to like Miss [Western, Nester?] Manning[?] and think she will make us a valuable companion. The Drakes are at last going away. I am raking my brains for a little news to give you my Posh but can find none. God bless you my dear dear child, ever your most affectionate mother.
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AMC to Posy
To
Miss Rosamond Marsh
Henry Lucus Esq.
The Green
Newport Pagnell
Bucks
Watford Postmark – 29th July 1847
My dearest Posy,
I am only about to write you three lines to tell you that your father desired Greene and Ward to send the box direct to Newport, the address he gave was William Lucus Esq., Newport Pagnell. Neither putting Green nor Mr Lucus’s proper home W.H.[?] I hope however, it will arrive safe to await our friends return from Scotland. If it does not appear on Saturday pray write me word. I would rather it had been left until some time when Mr Lucus of the Green had himself been in town when I am sure he would have taken charge of his sons box. We had a splendid party at the Maynes last night. Everything so handsome and well done. And it was very pretty like a picture of Watteau’s. Numbers of people, a Mr and Mrs Reagan, son of Lord Reagan, I was introduced to, very nice people and I am going to call upon them. Mrs Phillimore was much disappointed not to see Miss Lucus with our party. Pray tell her. She had prepared herself to shew her every sort of attention in return for the great civilities her son had received from the family of Lucus. What these were to have been I don’t know, but if Miss Lucus like a little good flattery she cannot do better than come the next time there is a party at Capt. Maynes. Tell her and fetch it. It is not my fault as she well know that she missed the dose of this agreeable intoxication that had been prepared for her. I hope to hear soon when I may expect your little ladyship at home. We shall be very glad to see you my darling Posh, but we are very sociable together and getting quite acquainted.
Ever my own loves most tender Mother.
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Letter to Posy – tattered, big hole in it. Looks like it has got wet at some point.
Melford Hall.
11th October 1843 year added later
My dearest Posy,
I send you Martin’s letter. He probably has written to you, but you will like to see what he says to [me] upon this interesting occasion. It is evident how it is he has [hole in letter] by the French. It is very provoking a little more pains taken with that would have excused it. It is too bad that we have been in France and have failed in that which ought to have been secured years ago. A great lesson in neglecting opportunities which I hope all of you sweet girls will remember both for yourselves and your children should you ever have any. I am in bed having been laid up with a seizure in my [hole in letter]. I brought it on by my own imprudence in walking to speak to a farmer about driving[?] my cows. When the pain had a [little?] begun. I am better however, and I hope to be at home Monday or Tuesday at the latest. Mrs Eden has just been asking Louisa to stay with her, which I am delighted to give my consent [as?] she is very well and very happy. Your Uncle Stamford’s letter was to put off our visit till the Spring. I think it will be better delayed till then on my account. I hope my pretty Mary will not be disappointed. We shall enjoy ourselves more at pretty Linley Wood then. I have a very poor account of your Uncle Roscoe William S. Roscoe died 31st Oct 1843] from your Aunt Roscoe, but you are not to say anything of it in your letters there. If you have to write only say you are very sorry to hear he is not well. I am very glad we are going to have dear [hole in letter – Arthur?] You have got him already [hole in letter] if so give my [hardys?] love to him, and tell him I depend upon his taking good care of you till I come back. Keep[?] him as long as you can. Nothing happens here. Fanny is busy taking lessons in drawing from Col. Eden. I pass away the time as well as my uncomfortable back will let me but am anxious not to get home. My dear love to you all sweet girls, every your tenderest Mother.
Send the letter back to me to shew your father when he comes. I expect him on Friday.
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Letter to Posy. Scorch marks, could be from fire at Linley Wood.
Linley Wood.
1st September 1871
Dearest Posy,
I must write to you today to put in my claim for one of your charming letters, for though they are looked upon as public property one loves to consider as ones own one in return. What a delightful hostess and what a charming woman our Annie Bergeron is. You really are fortunate to have such a rare woman next to sister. And I do heartily congratulate you upon seeing that beautiful Switzerland to such advantage. Under such [answer?] to say nothing of Prince Bergeron. The accomplishment of the [order, wisdom?] added to all just crowns the picture to me. But our loved Charles Buxton’s [1823-71] loss would sadly cloud the pleasant prospect. As it is a never to be forgotten loss to us all. For myself there are few I have met in life who pleased my taste and feelings[?] as he did. Something I don’t know but pleased me so extremely about him. His absence leaves and will ever leave quite a blank in my short remaining prospects. Georgy has written so lately that there seems scarcely anything of news to tell you. The Mr [Mrs?] Hutchins are returned and we have reason to hope that charming M. de Valmer has left them something handsome out of what came to him from his wife. All whose money he has left back to her relations. All in character with the man he was. The high honour of that old french noblesse to which he belonged. They drink tea with us tomorrow and I hope to glean a good deal of information as to how France looks and fares at this wretched hopeless unsettled time.
I am happy to tell you as the only piece of domestic news that Rich and Fanny [Richard and Frances Crofton] at last are gone to the sea in Wales. The name of the place I cannot at this moment recall. Dearest Amy I am sure you will rejoice with all your heart at this bit of news. What a sad grief to you dear girl the loss of Charles Buxton must have been. Louisa has a little letter from Emily [Buxton] this morning. Calm as it was it was sure to be but one can understand how it is with her, poor dear Emily. She seems to take very great comfort in Sybil. Who is certainly no ordinary woman. The Admiral’s visit was very pleasant. One saw so much more of him when we were alone with the dear Croftons. And now dearest R, I am so tired and good for nothing. I can work no more. This undeserving letter is a poor return for your dear charming one. I marvel at your love and good [luck?] in finding time to write such long and really beautiful and charming ones. All as usual out, Louisa [dressing?] Dear G in the corn field, Such crops. With dearest love to Amy and kindest regards to M. Bergeron and Annie, my Posy’s tenderly loving Mother.
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Part of letter to Posy from AMC. 1842-1846
Needs sorting
[continues from somewhere other letter] - make you enjoy a ball without having any ball to enjoy. Such is often the [case?] of [honn Rys, Mrs?] for either it gives a stomach and no food &c &c. “Friday, so far I had written dearest Posy and since Monday I have not really had a moment of time to continue so here I will journalise and briefly as I can tell you a lot has happened this busy week. On Monday we had a little party at Morden. Only, indeed, ourselves at the Samuel Hibberts because Mr Sidney Smith’s health is in so precarious a state that they do not dare to have a large party. The children acted a play of Lady [Davies, Danes?] called “Balls and [fogs?]” in which Lizzy Hibbert and Coo really acted wonderfully. They were beautifully dressed. After that they danced, Mrs Holland and I playing to them as well as we could. Harry and Frank [Holland] are to come to us for the St.Albans [Ball]. You should have heard Harry’s extravagances when he heard that there was a doubt whether you would be there. He was for flying across the country and fetching you himself, for raising a subscription to repay the expense of your coming, for anything and everything rather than the impossibility of doing without Posy. So at least you are missed. [‘The next day’ crossed out] Those who did not go to Morden went to the Milmans where the party was rather flat. The next day Louisa and I were too tired to go out. The rest went to Fizgeralds where there was a splendid supper from Garters. Ices and champagne and alas, no party, only four from Pinner[?] and the Eastbury set. But they enjoyed themselves nevertheless. The next day we were all in [emoi?] preparing for our party. We had the housekeepers room all merry with festoons of evergreens and bunches, you cannot think how nicely the gardener did it, two tables set to look very well [sketch of two tables] I was in a [horrid mess?] not thinking I had got supper enough. However, I found as usual in such cases that there was much more than enough. The house looked very gay and pretty and there were so many pretty girls that the [drive, dinner?] looked very pretty. There were plenty of boys and men, but a want of nice men. And alas for my paragon I missed him sadly. Miss Chester looked so pretty that Martin says he has taken off the advertisement of “a heart to be let.” But Miss Chester shall not have it except for a months occupation. Little Coo looked so delighted to come, so happy and natural that I am getting quite fond of her. Which I am very glad of. Your [Cors?] as the saying is should have [been, born, browned?] again, if you had heard Mrs Holland praising you it would have done you good. Or harm so as I have given you bon bons enough I will say no more about it. The supper was beautiful and excited Lady Milmans envy as usual “ How do you get things done?”
[Vertical writing] Yesterday your father and I dined at Pinner to spend the day with the Aldermans. Lady Alderman and the Baron were so affectionate it was pleasure to behold. She has asked us to come and dine there to meet Dr [Hawtrey, Hantry?] which I shall like very much. I have no objection to your coming with the two Allans. I only object to tête-a-tete journeys, which really will not do. I do want you to come back my love, that you may share in these balls, and that you may see our sweet [Opamma?] before he goes back. The order of Balls [goes thus?] Thakebys, 14th, St.Albans 16th, Mrs Mayne 21st and a little Ball at Putney Port. On the 16th we dine at Thakleys[?], on Monday next. So we shall have had quite as much gaiety as I desire this [Charters, Christmas/] and when that is over must be quiet and [swong?] again. I have just got our dear Aunt Roscoe’s sweet affectionate letter. Nothing does me so good as a few tender words from that precious friend. My love and thanks to her for it, I will write soon. Now I must go to [Like sweetoves?] as Fletcher is going. Ever dearest and sweetest of Posh’s your tender mother. My love to Aunt R and P.
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Part of letter from AMC to Stamford. [Pre 1843]
Needs sorting
[continues from another letter] – indignation of the mob. And yet how utterly [lowless?] their proceedings. The spirit in London on occasion of the Kensington meeting was excellent. Never was anything so complete a failure yet there was a good deal of apprehension before it took place. Arthur went up to his Imperial Gasworks as [Pareness?] having received a hint from the Police that it was expected there would be a meeting in Copenhagen fields [North London] and an attempt to seize the works and cut off the mains. But no meeting took place there, all was as quiet as possible. This is all the public news. The private is that we expect Captain Crofton today upon his way to Perth, where he is appointed to the [Security?] Station, which we hope will prove a good thing and enable them probably to marry soon. I shall be very glad when it is safely settled. I have not a fear for her happiness. Aunt Me is staying with us. We have had nothing except a very slight letter from Aunt Anne. But people are afraid to write as letters are opened and a great national[?] seal put upon them. William Roscoe was here on Sunday. He is getting on well and has already obtained the Surname of Accurate Roscoe. We have got a couple of rooms in town which belong to Aunt Georgy, but as she is upon a visit to Miss Morrison we have the use of them which is very convenient. It rains here incessantly. What is to become of the world. Ever dear Stamford your loving Anne.
Let me hear from you soon and how you are. I have been [poorly?] but am well again.
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One of sisters to AMC and sisters. Posy or Louisa?? Difficult handwriting and grammar.
Date needs sorting
Moorhurst [after 1863]
Friday 30th
I send this to you Gies as Herbert has got the measles. I am very well thank God. Vidi end of letter.
Dearest Mama and Sisters.
I shall begin a journal and shall feel then as if I was with you a little bit every day. Not that I am at present the least dull or feel as if I should be but it is nice to have a little chat with ones beloved. I have just been visiting Mary her children. Today I went to Dorking for shopping with Gerard taking John with me. It is a charming little Poney cart and [drive?] goes splendidly. I heard of 2 houses which might suit the Croftons. £50 and £80 per annum[?]. One at Betchworth between Reigate and Dorking. One between Dorking and Leatherhead but as all the Clerks at White were out and only a dignified old lady with a respect inquiring cass telle - - etc was there. I did not get much satisfaction. M.H. in her note of [introduction?] – there tomorrow sent me another and I have sent them off by this post to [LW? Linley Wood??] yesterday calling on Lady MacDonald who was invisible – from people I saw a house on the common close to hers to let so inspected it, quite new and very nice but too dear I fear, from £100 to £200. Mr Wedgwood [Ridgwood?] and Sophy came to call this afternoon, very nice and friendly. Also Mrs Dealty[?] and Mrs Wickham whilst I was at Dorking. I went up to Kitlands this morning about a [Dio warrant?] of Leo’s and Emma and I had a talk. She says there was nothing for Mary to do but to go. Had she not, it would have been as much as saying to Leo that she did not care enough for him to make the exertion. Leo, they think, made the mistake but as she says, none can judge for another in these matters. This afternoon a box of most exquisite Zanzibar Mats arrived. Each one the size of [rigys?]: presents from the Sultan to Leo, to whom he wished to give a splendid sword set with jewels but Leo said he could not accept that. There was immense excitement opening the box. Emma brought it and there was a mat labeled for each of the Heath houses and one for L.W. and [Melch?] they are lovely and the people who design make them cannot be savages. Thank you dearest Gies for your letter received this afternoon from [jardeue?] I hope he will stay. I am so glad L is going to Hallington, thanks for Blanches letter. She seems really to be enjoying herself and no wonder. I am so glad dearest Mama is improving. I like so to hear about [Quree?] and everything. I have done my Hebrew 3 night, I find it very absorbing. Tonight has been letters, Saturday after lessons which end at 12 rather before than after. I went and inspected the premises. However [I advise?] – to. Willie Whatman came down in the afternoon and played with the children. I dined at the Hawkins [at Redlands?], only themselves, and Charlie Greenwood, who I asked to come and lunch and play with
[continues?]
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Date needs sorting
Part of letter, looks like AMC to Stamford.
Mentions meeting the Lyons [1841 noted as leaving Eastbury area?] Turn up again in 1845.
[continues] – efficient men to spare. When shall I have anything to write about the other business, which presses so close to my mothers heart in mingled pain and hope as such things ever most. You shall hear as soon as I have anything to tell you which at present it is impossible I should. Had a pleasant stay at the Lyons. They have got a charming house at Ampthill. And settled there properly resume their position as Sir James Lyons daughters which was much lost by tumbling from pillar to post without any fixed home. Doubtless you recollect Ampthill Park in their neighbourhood famous as a place for the Whigs under Lady Holland’s reign. She sold it to the Duke of Bedford from whom Baron Park hired it and has had it 18 years nearly. Lady P invited me to come and see it. And I spent a pleasant hour with the Baron who, as you know better than I do, is a very cultivated and agreeable man, besides being much esteemed, I believe, by you all in his profession. He came to a sort of afternoon tea at the Lyons the next day and I saw a good deal more of him. So that was a gain in the intellectual line. The Lyons are very nice girls. Just what you would approve. Nice looking, well dressed, lady-bred, and cultivated. Nice finds for my girls and much love there is among them. I have been anxious to hear how you were going on, and am so sorry for the pain you suffer, but trust you gain in one way. It – [continues…?]
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Letter to Posy from Martin.
Miss R Marsh
Waterloo
Kilburn
Blackheath
18th May 1837
My dear Posy,
I now take the opportunity of writing to you by Aunt Mary who is going to Kilburn today as I did not see you on Saturday and the two following days for it was a holiday on Monday so it was very tiresome of you, I think, to go to the Huttons on Saturday and not come back till Tuesday, but I hope you will be so kind as to be there on Tuesday, Saturday but one. We played a match with the old school yesterday in which we won by 145 runs. Tell Mamma that I got safe to Captain Kemmington’s about eight o’clock. I delivered our Papa’s despatches except the round one that was left behind and Aunt Mary and Aunt Georgy here exceedingly well pleased and could not think why Mamma said they were such ugly things. Tell Papa that he must not be angry with any [‘fellow’ crossed out] lady but me as it was my fault that I chose to pack up my own bag and forgot it.. There is a little faint gleam of hope of our having a holiday on the 29th, it being the King’s birthday so you perceive I shall not have lost much as I shall have the pleasure of your sweet company. I am afraid I must cut the letter short, not liking to spoil my beautiful hand to give my love to all at home, and I remain your affectionate brother,
[Martin] Marsh
PS. Do not forget to write Thursday Morn soon.
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Letter to AMC and Georgy from Louisa
Arrival of Prince Alfred, Duke of Edinburgh and Princess Marie in London, 12th March 1874
From
150 Sloane Street.
Saturday
[Paper imprinted – 5 Loundes Street, S [E?]
My dearest Mamma and Georgy
I meant to have sent and account of our doings on Thursday, yesterday, but in the 1st part there came a letter from Fanny as I said, asking me to look out for some lodgings and then doing so and writing to her about them, gave me only just [enough?] time to shop for Mrs Campbell and send those hurried lines to you and there after that I was with [Ede?] in the carriage till too lake for more than that 2nd hurried note. … Well now after this long preamble to begin, you know what a snowing bitter morning Thursday morning was and just as we were dressed and ready to go the coachman sent in word he was afraid to take out his horse, the streets were so slippery. Then we sent for a cab. Then no cabs to be had. Then for a fly. Not for an hour could they be ready and we were to be at the ‘Admiralty” long before that and the streets would be closed, so there was nothing for it but that we should set off on foot through the snow in our ball gowns!! Oh [ugly?]! (but they were not [waet?] luckily after all) to the underground railway.1st train so full, we could not possibly find a place. [Sat?] in 2nd train. Arrived at Westminster, found a hansome, but the way stopped so had to go by the Embankment and be set down upon it no nearer than the [lower?] end of White Hall Place. And I passed the old home for the 1st time, I think, since we left it when I was 8 years old. But it seemed all so fresh in ones memory as if one had only left it yesterday. And very sweet some way. At the end of the street was blocked with people, we got through however and across the road but were then stopped by the Queen’s soldiers who would not let us through. But fortunately an Officer overheard one telling Ede that they would not, for I was that [- ?] then he ordered them to make way for us and at last we arrived only [fractone?] on the Court of the Admiralty and into the Lords House. And a very fine handsome one it is. We went up stairs [clib?] an upper floor for there are 2 floors of fine apartments and there found an assembly of Ede’s [Wbeel?] Hunts. Festive. All you [knowed?] of the Bishop of M.L.R’s family and several other people, to which soon were added crowds more. The look out over the Park was very pretty with the Life Guards and Artillery [checking, wheeling?] about through the snow and blue mists to keep themselves warm and the Foreign Office &c looming magnificently, looking through the mists with the trees further on as a background. It was really a charming winter scene. Soon, however, the snow came down pitilessly again and then there was a general stampede from the warm rooms, to a covered stand built over the sea horses (don’t you know) in the front of the Admiralty but the roof, unfortunately, only composed [page 2] of the flags with which they interior was dressed so that occasionally while we were all sitting waiting on the comfortable benches, 4 tiers of them chock full, there was occasionally excitement by little waterfalls of melted snow coming down amongst us. The front, you know, is directly opposite the end of White Hall Place and there were flags adorning the end houses of L.P. and some stands and a mass of people beyond. On last stand [?] the Horse Guards and row of Life Guards in their scarlet cloaks. Then in front of them the naval brigade, the sailors in their broad black hats, open blue shirts, knives[?] &c. such as on a Man-of-war with their muskets in their hands which they afterwards, as the time wore on, were allowed to stack and to move about to keep themselves warm. In the road itself were great mounds of gravel and sand which were to be shoveled over the road before the cortege came and up and down the road galloped Captain [Boys, Boyd?] the Commander of the Naval Brigade, not looking quite happy, I thought, on his Chestnut with the bugler [strajilery?] running by his side, as it looked, to catch him if he should fall off. That poor young man must have been tired before the day was over! Also the heads of the Police with their attendant Policemen aid-de-Camps, acting like sham soldiers on their heavy awkward looking horses, and then the real thing in the shape of the military officers riding about on beautiful horses and dashing hither and thither as it seemed to me [uadnowing?] with purposeful aim. At length to ones joy, we saw the [lebocuss?] appear and vehemently shovel the sand over the road in the royal road way. Then one heard the cheers coming roaring nearer and nearer and then the carriages, the 1st appeared and then another and then another with the little guards of cavalry between them, in the order the papers told, and at last the six bay horses with their manes all twisted away in clouds of crimson ribbon in which was the Queen looking small in her black dress and by her side her new daughter-in-law looking [beaming?] in a white bonnet and purple velvet cloak bowing away with all her might, and she must have been tired, poor little thing, if she had been going on at that rate all the way from Paddington. Opposite her sat Princess Beatrice looking very cold and opposite the Queen, the D of E [Prince Alfred, Duke of Edinburgh], also looking very cold, and no wonder, poor thing, for he was only in a Naval Officer’s uniform and no cloak or anything. The Queen bowed [overly?] and gently but gave one the unmistakable impression that she was there to introduce her new daughter to her people, and that she took the 2nd place that day. As soon as they had passed we all rushed into the house again and the Bishop took Ede and myself to luncheon. And a [page 3] most handsome luncheon it was. Laid on a large table down the center of the large drawing room, with tables also all along the two side walls. Ede and I eat and drank plentifully and so kept ourselves, I think from dying of bronchitis or something afterwards! Then till the carriages came, for by this time the snow was thawed, we adjourned to the drawing room and I fell without any introduction (people seemed to have adapted that sensible foreign custom) into agreeable conversation with a person whom by her carriage being announced to her, I found to be Lady [Selbourne?]. Mrs Ronadale Palmer, that was, you know. She talked about Mr Sommerville and life and all those kinds of things, pleasantly and easily and it was a relief from the drear inanities of always. Then we went home. No, we called on E [Emily?] Buxton on our way and stayed for ¾ of an hour there. Lady [Frederick?]Grey came in and she told us that it is now a long time ago since the D. of Edinbrough saw the Princess Mary in Germany and he has carried her photograph about ever since and said he should try all he could to marry her. The [Kaiser?] would hear nothing of it till by a years conduct to his satisfaction the D. of Edinbrough should prove that his conduct would be altered and that he should consider him worthy of his darling daughter. She is desperately in love with him, they say, and Lady [Sako?] [to page 1 vertical] had been at the Banquet at [Vinel--?] the day before and others too say she looks radiant “with happiness.” The [Doce Hants?] is an immense heavy man, more like the “Claimant” than anything else. Neither very clever looking, nor yet like a fool, but with a sort soi pea officious pomp about him which one fancies genius would not [seal deal?] Now dearest Mamma and Georgy, I think if you have [wadere so fain??] my letter you will be quite sick of it and me. Sydney Buxton is expected home on Monday, as near as may be. I am to meet Posy at the Vic Station on Monday on her way to Anstie.
Your L. [Louisa.]
PB120058
Letter from Louisa Marsh-Caldwell to AMC and Georgy.
From
130 Sloane Street.
26th March [1874]
Dearest Mamma,
You will be sorry to hear of poor Sir Edward Page Turner’s death [24th March 1874]. He seems to have suffered terribly from his incessant cough, poor man. It was bronchial consumption, I believe. Oh Tuesday I walked across the Park for the morning to see Pinkie Browne who is housekeeping with E.P.T. [Emily Page-Turner] as Adie is with Lady Donaldson. And Pinkie read me three letters from E.P.T who was with her brother to the last and that also he was so entirely patient and resigned in his great sufferings and very happy, poor man, at a great sacrifice to his own feelings he had done what he thought was the only reparation he could make for his life in marrying his wife and he had, it seems, perfect peace of mind in consequence. Yesterday I had luncheon again with Adie and Lady Donaldson. They have taken a house at Norwood together for the summer, and Adie goes down there today to prepare things. Then to Brighton for three weeks and then back to Norwood. Poor Lady Radstock died suddenly at the last from congestion of the lungs but she had been [breathing? Breaking?] a great deal lately. Adie was at the funeral and went in the same carriage as Lady Beauchamp and Miss Waldegrave on [? Page missing?]
[writing continues vertically] – much more in her than the Princess of Wales, which delights the Queen. I should not guess[?] she looks solemn. Sydney Buxton certainly looks much better than when he went abroad and one cannot help hoping that he will fell better now for the change than he did while away.
Every my own dear mother and G, your loving L. [Louisa M-C]
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Date needs sorting
Pre 1846 1845?
Letter to Martin from AMC re visit to Kirtlington Park, the Dashwoods’ place.
My dearest Martin,
You talk of your ‘history’ of Kirtlington as being too long. It was extremely entertaining and interested us all very much. Your father is much gratified to find you so kindly invited in so short a time, and I am very glad that you should see life under one of its most pleasing aspects. Certainly there is nothing in my opinion so thoroughly agreeable, respectable and honourable as life at a gentleman’s country seat in England passed in this way. Well ordered, very elegant, without superfluous luxury, idleness or nonsense. I think you cannot do better plan than immediately fall in love with Miss E.D [Elizabeth Dashwood?]. for she seems quite one to form and fashion her admirers and make him feel that he must make the best of himself. Your old flame Miss Chester being married makes it quite convenient to your heart. Seriously, I am glad you should come across really well educated girls. An antidote I suspect in spite of the fuss people make of education. Still more precious than often to be found. I rejoice that you have decided upon attending Mr Liddells lectures. And still more that you comprehend them. Your old coach at Eastbury pleases herself a good deal with the idea that she hit upon the right method of analyzing. Likewise that the ‘decimal’ acres are going to be ploughed up and sowed. I did not think you would have [totten?] to so directly. I am sitting now writing in the new drawing room. I was out yesterday and while I was away, the man came and put down the carpet and your sisters employed themselves in arranging all the furniture. The room really looks quite beautiful. I never saw a room much prettier, I think, and your father is quite pleased with it. Which is a great gratification to me. As in the matter [letter continues?]…
PB120063
Part of letter. 1858? Amelia Crofton aged 7 in 1856
Posy? Journal letter from Boulogne [or Paris?]
[continues…] so nice in her habits, so tender and careful of the little ones, especially her own little brother, Fannys’ youngest, not two years old! For this little creature of seven years is quite a matron among the rest. She has lovely eyes, and will be a handsome gipsy, I hope. I observe that the Artists admire her particularly, which is a good promise for one cannot help coveting the gift of beauty in spite of my [Prensores?] “Handsome is that handsome does.” Their father sent word they were to have a shilling or two each to spend, and it was quite touching to see how the first thought was to buy presents for Papa and Mama. Half the little fortune was to go for that. Amy must buy presents for her nurse, her Aunts, all the maids. It was so pretty to see her buying a purse for herself (her own having a hole in it) the very cheapest she could find, and so anxious to buy handsome presents. And when with much trouble I had [contended?] she should gratify her good little heart without quite exhausting her little purse saying “but Grandmama, they look so little, I am afraid its so mean.” I explained that when one had not much money to lay out, small delicate things were better than large coarse ones. And her little heart was quite happy. But you will think I am doting. There are [next page] but very few people here that we know. The society is most deteriorated since we were here fifteen years ago, when certainly we were a capital set of our own. I have made few new acquaintances as I keep upon the sly. A family of the [wisest?] Latouche’s and the Dean of [Opary, Ossary?] are interesting people, both and new. The country seems in a strange state. Every appearance of external prosperity, except that prices are as I said, very high indeed, for France. I am not political economist enough to know whether that be a sign of advancing prosperity or not. They say the temper of the lower orders is very bad. But I have seen no sign of it. One gentleman, but he is an Italian by birth, whom we knew the last time we were here, spoke of the Government with a bitterness that I was quite surprised he dared to indulge. He said the Army was discontented. But he is evidently a republican and party colours so. The Emperor and the Priests seem playing into each others hands. The outward aspect of religion at least, is much altered since we were here. Then scarcely a man to be seen in the Churches, now they go there in crowds. We are just opposite the great Cathedral Church of Notre Dame, dedicated to Our Lady of Boulogne who came here in a boat. When we were here last, processions were only allowed within the churches. Now they are permitted in the streets. There has been what they call a Station here the last fortnight. Services going on all the day. The vast bell… [continues?]
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Letter to Martin from Louisa at Eastbury just after Posy back from Tenby.
Tuesday 4th. [Pre 1846]
Date needs sorting
My dearest Martin,
I think it is now my turn to give you some news of what goes on at home as all the others have given their version and it is so much pleasure to us all to do anything that gives our good brother any amusement, dear fellow. In the first place Posy returned as Mama will have told you at 1/5 5 on Sunday morning and just as nice and her old self as ever but grown a terrible little radical, but not a bit blue in the bad sense of the word. She seems to have enjoyed her ball at Tenby very much and Miss Allen wrote Mama word was the belle of the room. We have been practicing hard the Mazurka step as Posy remembers how they were teaching it in Brook Street a few years ago and the Creeds told Georgy that it was the same so at all events if we are not quite right we are so far on the road and can safely trim it up a little afterwards when we get an authority we can depend upon. The step we use goes beautifully with Adelaides’ Mazurkas that Madame [Daiz, Daig?] sent her. For I should forget I will now tell you that Papa says he will get you a [Queen?] in London which will be sent down with the other books on Friday and also I think I had better send you at least two of your sheets [which?] are safely arrived in William Street. The Fitzgeralds depart for good tomorrow so there is an end of that chapter and now we enter upon the Yorkes with a little happy Interregnum of the Pells who it is reported are coming to Pinner Hill for a short time to set things to right prior to their final departure. Mrs Fitzgerald says that Mr [Yorke Tooke?] has let all the land except a field at the back of the house to Mr Lipscombe at 29/s an [annum? All week?]. Papa heard 25/s which is good news for us, you know, as our land is much better than the Pells and yet Papa only valued it at 20s/-. Mr Tooke means to keep all his family in milk from the cow which does not speak much for his knowledge in country matters, does it? What a horrid gossiping letter you will think this chere frère, but what am I to assail you with but anecdotes and alas! for human nature what so entertaining as ill natured anecdotes. By the bye, dear Sir, how immensely impertinent you are about my attempts at study, as if I could not be blue if I were to try. Do you think me such a very great goose. Oh, indeed, Tip behaves shamefully, what do you think of his ensconcing himself “just rises all rosy from his bath,” and disappears too, in the great arm chairs of Aunt G’s where he was only discovered by ogre I. But really dear M, you don’t know how my affection increases for him when you are gone. I am sure, on an average, I give him three pats on his head a day, and call him “dear dog,” at least twice that number of times. He is a dear dog in spite of his crimes about carpets and chairs. The farm goes on most neatly and the little pigs look most comfortable but they wont grow. The cold weather is supposed the cause. Now good bye dearest boy and with much love,
Believe me always your most attached,
Louisa M.
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