MS West Devon Record Office Acc 1092/5
My dear Anne
It is enough to frighten one to see all one’s words taken so seriously, not that I did not really mean them, but perhaps I spoke more freely from not thinking you would attach so much weight to what so young and so flyaway a person might say. However it is quite right to feel that words have weight. I think I must begin from henceforth to assure you that you will take very great delight in Otterbourn and I shall do my best to convince you that you do. You would be amused to hear how often Mamma and I say to each other ‘how will Anne like this?’ or ‘what will she think of it?’ I am afraid I could not give so good an account of my occupations as you do, let me try. On Saturday I began a small quantity of putting away and then letter writing to you, to Julian, and to Mrs Keble, the latter to ask to have the early part of the History of England returned which she has had to look over. Then I went on with the story at present reigning, that is to say Gertrude, until I was scared into putting it into the pink cupboard by hearing the approach of a carriage which proved to be Mrs Heathcote, Miss White and Mrs Peter Young who made us a long visit and told us plenty of news which I think you have heard. Then we set out to take Dame Light her shawl and met here as we opened the gate. She admired it very much and told us ‘Now ye’ve come home, we shall be all alive again’ We then fed the poultry, and went round the field, in coming back we met Mr Wither just come home and made a great exchange of news, till dinner time after which I worked a little and read the last Sharpe’s Magazine and also the pink Burns, where I found a story by the author of Abbeychurch.1 Sunday I found my class very nice and well taught, and Mamma’s had learnt 35 verses of a Psalm besides the Collect and Gospel. Monday, after Church we had the penny club, then I wrote a little then came Charles and Walter Boger, and luncheon, after which I went to shew Charles the new pig stye, walked round the wood, and went to school, came in and while Mamma was getting Mrs Durndell’s money, there arrived Miss Saunders with Mary, Edith and Arthur, from whom the boys fled away and I took the three children into the garden to gather flowers while Mamma talked to Miss S about Plymton which she seems very ready to undertake. The children told me the baby’s name was to be Charlotte Anne Elizabeth, and Mrs Keble and Lady Palgrave godmothers. She is very fine and fat. Mrs Moberly had a headache on Sunday which was the reason of the prohibition that made the boys think her very ill. By the time they were gone it was Church time and after that we went to the poultry and Charles had some fine sport with the turkey cock. Then Papa came home from Southampton bringing us each a new winter-gown. We dressed, dined, the boys went, and Mamma and I began to read aloud Count Robert of Paris, interspersed with a conversation with Papa about the merits or demerits of Pope’s poetry a subject which he is arguing with Uncle James. Tuesday I had two blank sheets to look over, and also to copy out for Papa that prose paraphrase of the Christian year hymn for last Sunday which is to be found in Cousin Rachel then I went to Gertrude and she occupied me till ½ past 3 when Papa scolded me for staying in ‘muzzling’ and out I went. The Church doors were varnishing and there was no service that day, and so Mamma, Papa and I took a walk to the meadows to see our three half grown calves, then dinner, work & Count Robert. Wednesday, Papa thought the language of the paraphrase might be mended so I wrote it over again, and also a beautiful piece of the Cathedral, then Gertrude till shortly before Church time, we then staid out some time and coming in had a long time to wait dinner for Papa who was at Winchester and had been beguiled into making a three hours visit to Dr Moberly, this time we spent in reading by firelight, my book was only an Irish story. He came home at ½ past 6 and after dinner I finished my book cover, but alas it has not turned out good enough for Mrs Keble and is therefore bestowed on our own Lyra.
Yesterday was very much interrupted. First there arrived Mrs Moore’s parcel, containing Mr Kingsman’s chain which is very pretty, also the Lord Chancellors for Julian from Mrs Moore and a beautiful pink wool muslin with a trefoil pattern for me for all which pretty things I sat down after Church to write and thank, but in the very midst of my letters, there was a ring at the door, and there appeared Sir William and Mr Portal, who came back the day before from yeomanrying at Alresford. Sir William wanted to speak to Papa, so Mr Portal came to us and we talked about our travels especially Dartington where he has been He told us about the Ampfield fountain2 and then we began to talk about Catherine Barter and to our great surprise found he had never heard of her engagement. We set him to guess the gentleman and he did it just as if he was playing at Animal Vegetable and Mineral. At last before he had found it out Sir William came in so we lost his sentiments on second marriages.3 Then the Cornwood Viaducts[[footnote:4] were talked over, and the two gentlemen departed. Papa offered to drive me to Hursley at ¼ past 12, so I finished my letters in a hurry and off we set. I had a delightful morning with Mrs Keble, and we came home just in time for Church, where we were turned out of our own pew by the front of it being newly varnished. Chicken feeding and dressing and then Mr Wilson and Mr Wither to dine upon roasting pig, and a delightful account of Mr Wilson’s Scottish travels and his visit to Lady Lothian, also a second description of the Viaducts, and further particulars about the Ampfield fountain formed the dinner conversation. After dinner there was a talk about the prospects of the Guardian, about the Froudes, about painted windows, Mr Wilson’s travels and then they took their departure. As to today, much has not yet happened and that is not worth recording, so I may as well answer your questions
Turner’s Middle Ages is rather an entertaining history of England if you read it to yourself and correct as to facts but dry for reading aloud, and his admiration for William Rufus is a strange crotchet.
The poem I told you of is Bürger’s Lenore, and there are several translations of it, one of William Taylor’s which I think Miss Barker must mean, but that contains only the first half, and another of Sir Walter Scott’s by name William and Helen, very spirited, but not very literal, and I think I have seen another, but am not sure
We know of no history of Dartmoor prison.
The French riddle is this, but it is quite spoilt by writing
‘Pie a haut nid, caille a bas nid,
Chat en a, rat en a; taupe aussi.’
Old Mrs Barter is going on very well, Papa saw her on Saturday, the Warden has a fit of the gout, and Mr William Barter is there backwards and forwards, the Catherine who is staying there is Mr Charles Barter’s daughter.5 I hope you are speeding well in your setting to rights, how horribly dusty your fingers must feel
your most affectionate
C M Yonge
You will say our neighbours are as bad as yours for Capt Harris, the chief constable has just arrived, and Papa being lost, we have to entertain him
We hear that Mr & Mrs Wm Harris were very much pleased with the attention they received at Puslinch. NB He is no relation to the very handsome good natured man who is now talking to Papa of county business, new jails and police stations, and the stupidity carelessness and extortionizing of half the county officers
The Viaducts are going on again. I wonder how often we shall talk of them