My dear Mr Palgrave The shortest way will be to send you our number, to which you are very welcome as long as it can be of any use to you - though I should like to have it again ultimately.

You will see that a good deal of the scope of the article goes to the influence of Scott’s works in preparing minds for the Church movement, but the suppressed poetry breaking out is the main ... continue reading

My dear Christabel I send you the Barnacle. I had thought of keeping it for May, but as she does not come till the 6th, it would be too long. After all the sheets of the Caged Lion have got bound up wrong by my fault, for I forgot to number the pages. I have now numbered them and put a notice that the reader must manage accordingly The difficulty in keeping always the same order ... continue reading

My dear Marianne Things have gone on well and quietly; I only wonder what I am that I seem to have no breakdown in me, but cannot help feeling for ever that the ‘Ephphatha is sung’when I think of the frowning look with which she would try to make us understand her, and that struggle to say words of praise, ‘glorify’ so often coming. You cannot think how her work, the illuminated ‘Holy, Holy, Holy,’ and ... continue reading

My dearest Mary Thank you so much for that kind letter, and for your message this morning. But I do find that I am not fit to come, I am so much knocked up to-day, having before not quite recovered from the effects of hot journeys and strange food. And I would not give you the care and trouble of a breakdown just now.

How are you all passing through this Sunday; I seem to have seen ... continue reading

My dear Marianne I have had a beautiful letter from Lady Martin, which I think you must see as well as Mrs. Moberly's equally beautiful comment on it. The palm and the white garment and the crystal sea seem to come like music back in answer to the 'Who knows' in the Lyra Innocentium! I have been living in it a great deal with the Wilsons who were at the Park, their hearts ... continue reading

Sir Mr Keble’s biography or even the title page of the Lyra Innocentium you would have seen that the whole of the poems is by him with one single exception, which is acknowledged.

The Child’s Christian Year is a compilation of many different poems by numerous authors

yours truly C M Yonge

Sir I am afraid you must tell me again of what poems you want to know the authorship. I am from home and I destroyed your letter, but all I remember seeing on the list you sent me were from the Lyra Innocentium, and were Mr Keble’s I return home on the 5th, but if you write sooner my address is Tyntesfield, Bristol

yours truly C M Yonge

Sir I was obliged to let your letter wait till my return as I could not reply without referring to the book.

‘The Second Temple’ is an anonymous poem in a collection called the Casket made by Joanna Baillie some 50 years ago

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Moses Cardinal Newman - in the Lyra Apostolica

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Seventh Sunday after Trinity- Keble - Lyra Innocentium

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3d Sunday in Advent Mrs Yonge

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Good Friday Come to a desert place Wednesday in holy week Professor Anstice

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22d after Trinity St John the Evangelist Epiphany Whitsunday from [[otherbook:823]Translations of hymns from ... continue reading

My dear Madam,

I have been waiting to thank you for your last additions to the August Garland till I could send you the proof. I was provoked last month to find that the ‘Penny Post’ had forestalled us with the Angel of death and Sleep in prose, not half so pretty as yours, but I suppose we ought to wait a little, as the two magazines have a good deal the same kind of circulation. ... continue reading

I put the scholars first because the connection began with so many as scholars. As I looked round I could see among the party two (at least) who had been my mother’s scholars when she first began her Sunday class in what is now Miss Missellbrook’s kitchen, about sixty five years ago. I can just remember sitting by her there, when you used to ... continue reading