MS Mrs Clare Roels/107
My dear C C
Oliver’s name was an augury of his dominion over the Commonwealth of Cheyne, by a mixture of violence and flexibleness1 If the puppy had been a King Charles the parallel would be complete, and now you must resign yourself to being ruled over by the Major Generals, as long as the wandering mania does not carry him off. I like the Irish Christmas story very much. Henley Arden sent M in C a paper on Spiritual Gin which the Bishop of Guildford thinks vulgar. I should not have expected it of her, and it had an improving story or two in it, but we swallow it with corrections.
I believe Miss Warren goes /to Torquay\ tomorrow to a boarding house in Belgrave I don’t suggest looking her up, as she has been rather tiresome, and Gundred, who is worth something, is only going to stay a fortnight with her They are both odd people without any home, or not liking it, if they have ever had it. I think Miss F will get a pension from Huggins College2, but how soon is another matter. No, Mrs Heathcote’s paper is hardly fit for the Churchwoman. I have offered some anti Rome papers but have had no answer
Have you seen Merivale’s autobiography. He says that he saw your aunt Sara and thought her perfectly beautiful, but at 19 a young man is not susceptible to beauty. I should have thought it was just the time for it. The Spectator marks the word delight in the Modern broods with (sic) I have written to know why, for I am sure it is good English.
Lottie has come much marked by a dentist and with a bad cold.
your affectionate
C M Yonge