MS Charlotte Mitchell
My dear Edith
I am so glad to have heard from you though I wish I could hear that Malvern was invigorating you, to say nothing of Dr Gully. Miss Dyson is the niece of my friend; I have only once seen her. She, ie Miss Dyson of Malvern is the daughter [of] old Mr Frank Dyson of Tidworth whose name I think you must know and do not take it as a bad omen, has never been able to leave Malvern since she went there some twenty years ago. I found that after all the little notice of the ‘Gates of Paradise’ which I had written for the Monthly Packet is coming in October. I thought it had been long ago, I hope the Literary Churchman has turned up. I will send you the Octr M Packet as soon as it comes out, but it is a stupid little bit. Are you able to think, though you cannot read, or have you banished thought It would be hard on your brother’s Ordination day. I am wishing I could be at the Natal meeting on Thursday, but I shall be quite alone that day, and I do not think I can be spared. Being able to take hold of my hand is the thing Mamma seems most to care for. I have left off this note many times to take hold of her hand.2 Yet – and there my note came to an end, between Miss Wilbraham’s nephew coming for leave out and all other interruptions so my yet – remains unsolved!
yours affectionately
C M Yonge