MS Mrs Caroline Fairclough/5
My dear Miss Butler
I am sorry to say that on reading your last chapter we were obliged to pronounce it rather too political.1 I am afraid you will think us very heartless, but we could not keep up our interest, and it does not come in like a girl’s narration either. Is not kissing pale lips rather conventional? It struck us too as somewhat confused about the beginning.
Your sketch of the two girls and their arrival &c was capital, and I have little doubt that Emily’s introduction to Aunt Theresa will be very good for her, but could you not be kind enough to curtail Honorine’s narrative merely to home events, taking it for granted that the other matters are understood. Perhaps you will be angry with me for not having any Polish enthusiasm. I know the original injustice was monstrous, but the way out of it is too difficult and doubtful a question for the Monthly Packet, & entering on the Revolution leads Likes & Dislikes out of its original course.
I am very sorry, after you have been reading it up, but I hope you will be as kind as you were about the Glacier theory. Thank you for the trouble you have taken about Gruntwig, I daresay I spelt his name wrong.2 All I know of him was from Howitt’s Scandinavian Literature, which I have not by me, & only left me an impression of a grunting name; & he is also mentioned in a note of Mr Newland’s Forest Life. I dare say I have made errors which give me no right to laugh at the Heir of Redclyffe issuing from Constantinople, or at Mde de Stael’s beautiful combination of the two Sydney Smith’s into one grand Pretre Amiral.3 My mother and I diligently read 50 pages of Macaulay every night, in a state of mind amused, incredulous and indignant, but on the whole enjoying our readings.4
I do not know whether Elizabeth Barnett’s melancholy watching is over.5 I hope she will not be called on for more exertion than she has strength for.
yours sincerely
C M Yonge