MS location unknown. Printed in Coleridge, Life 336
My dear Helen
Thank you for the £8, which I found safely on coming home from hearing the first day of the diocesan conference.
Poor old Graf, it is not every dog who is buried by the parish clerk, with me walking in solemn procession of one all down the walk behind. I am glad you were spared the catastrophe, and that mamma has Koko to divert her mind. I am afraid Mr. Brock will go to Guernsey, so there is no end of the changes.
The Miss Jacobs are going to have Miss Finlaison’s house for the summer holidays, which will be pleasant for me. That Mr. Eames who has bought Silkstead is beginning to build a house on the Winchester road, and has put in a keeper at Silkstead who warns people off the white violets on the bank at Green Undys.2
It must have been very delightful seeing Mr. Beck’s hoards and hearing their history, – as good as a museum. My berberis has just become beautiful, but it is very cold to-day.
Your affectionate aunt
C. M. Yonge