MS location unknown. Printed in Coleridge, Life, 269-70
My dear Marianne
I have had a beautiful letter from Lady Martin, which I think you must see as well as Mrs. Moberly’s equally beautiful comment on it. 1 The palm and the white garment and the crystal sea seem to come like music back in answer to the ‘Who knows’ in the Lyra Innocentium!2 I have been living in it a great deal with the Wilsons who were at the Park, their hearts full of it.3 The Bishop of Lichfield has written me the kindest of notes to ask me there to look at their letters, and talk over the life, and I have offered myself for Monday the 6th, although I cannot stay over a Sunday in the change of school-mistresses. 4 I think a week now may do more than a longer time when he has less leisure. Would Miss Palmer5 be so kind as to tell me her way of getting there – through Oxford, is it not? – and which are the most amiable trains.
The Hursley acting was grand, She Stoops to Conquer first, and then from Midsummer Night’s Dream all the fairy part and the play, only Arthur had adapted it so as to put the play itself instead of the rehearsal. He and Ellie had painted a most lovely scene, with a moon and a bank. He was Oberon and she Titania, and the other fairies were twins and Youngs. The beauty of the thing was wondrous, Charlie was Bottom, and had such an Ass’s head, and Wall, Moonshine, and Lion were splendid.6
Mr. Wilson is looking for a careful manservant for Dr. Pusey, who has had two deaths in a week in his house, one of the servant who looked after him and managed opening the door to people who want interviews.
I had a talk about P. Pusey’s letter, not that I have ever found it.6 We did not get to bed till one o’clock, and though I did not get up till 8.30, I am stiff with sleepiness and stupidity to-night. Here is a woman dying (I fear) the village of a brain attack. She sent for Mr. Elgee yesterday, but all her talk was verse, and this morning she said Mr. Wither had been at her bedside all night, praying for her.
Your most affectionate
C. M. Yonge