MS location unknown. Printed in Coleridge, Life 321
My dear Florence
I am very glad to hear of you again, and I hope the touch of frost will not be felt at Bournemouth; it has spared all our flowers as yet. I waited to write because Christabel was coming to make up our plans for the new volume. We will try to put in ‘Purification’ poem for February, but I am afraid poems do not get much payment. I wish I could put more work in her way. 1 I forget whether you know Miss Hill, who stays with the Jones Batemans sometimes; she is lame from old hip complaint, but gets about on her crutches. She is sister to Mr. Rowland Hill. I am afraid the Newbery Magazine is a tardy affair, as all magazines are, unless they begin by being hard-hearted and summary. I don’t much like what I have seen of it. Christabel asks to be remembered to you. She is my original old Gosling, and she and I have been going over our old brood, and what a remarkable set they have been, for good, and alas! sometimes for the reverse, but there are a good many that I am proud of.2
I am hurried and must finish.
Your affectionate
C. M. Yonge