MS Guildhall Library 11, 021 v.19
My dear Henry.
To begin with domestic intelligence. You and your kind wife will, I am sure be glad to hear that a very fine little boy made his appearance here on Saturday evening – one day less than 13 months younger than his sister; who has not quite decided whether he is a doll or not.1
Next, I shall be very glad of the prospectus &c that you propose to send, for I want details of instructions.2 If I find the word explained in the Glossary attached am I to note that it is so – am I to refer to page or chapter – and the like. Of course mere mispronunciations are not worth noting – but would you put such a word as iccles instead of icicles – or hummobee for humble bee – The Glossary puts in all manner of very ordinary words, such as croak, the voice of a raven, and wag to move – by the by not only applied to a dog’s tail, but as it is in Hampshire to any sort of movement. Perhaps you would send me one of your notes by way of specimen or pattern.
Do you know whether your friend Mr Halliwell has traced the history of Cock Robin’s dispute with Jenny Wren?3 I find that in Scotland it is called Lennox love to Blantyre, and is there considered a satire on Queen Mary and Darnley, there being the additional verse in which Robin enquires after his ring, and hears that she ‘gied it to a lodger, a leal sweet heart o’ mine o’ – whereupon he hopped on a twig, and gave her the well known reprimand which seems to me more to the purpose than any thing Henry Darnley ever did. Besides, I can’t make out that Blantyre has anything to do with Queen Mary – though the name is Stuart. I want to make out the history partly for the sake of the Red breast, and partly because in allusion to it, the estate that Frances Stuart of Lennox and Richmond gave her brother Lord Blantyre was called Lennox love to Blantyre.4 Another subject I should like to begin is what the figures were on old Spanish playing cards.5 The Wilsons have a most curious set, in which the Spades are certainly swords which is all right, but the hearts are like music stools, and their ace [sketch] for which I can only account as the standing pie of the tarts made by the Queen of Hearts. The diamonds were round, I thought they were meant for coins – the clubs real clubs not trefoils. Did you ever light on anything to explain these?
your affectionate cousin
C M Yonge
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