Dear Miss Roberts, I enclose the letter which I received from Mr Neale this morning. Perhaps it will be the best way for you to answer his question about the Latin yourself. His address is at Sackville College, East Grinstead, and I hope the researches in the book whose name I cannot read may prove successful. By the by, I find that the children here call the little blue prunella Lady’s slippers, whether from any connection ... continue reading

My dear Alice, I wrote instantly to thank Dr. Moberly for his good news, but the cart was missed on Sunday morning. Tell us if Margaret has seen the brother, and what she said of him, and tell us who the boy is like and whether he is large or small, dark or fair. Three days of well-doing make us think you will soon be ready for ‘Heartsease’; there will be plenty for ... continue reading

My dear Miss Roberts, I have nothing to say in excuse for myself, but that somehow I had the impression of having written to thank you for the two last Cathedrals, so that between putting off at first and forgetting after wards, it has been neglected, and I am very sorry for it. We read them at the time with much interest and I shall be glad to use them when the time for them comes. ... continue reading

My dear Marianne . . . But all this time you have not heard how I had three walks between College and St. John's house arm-in-arm with the Bishop! Don't you call that preferment?

We went to the Cathedral with the troop of Moberlys, and I am glad my first sight of him was in his lawn sleeves. I never saw a face of which one would so much say it was inspired. ... continue reading

My dear Miss Roberts,

Many thanks for the paper on Gloucester. It came in a good time for a cousin was staying with us whose home is close to Gloucester, and her brother a minor canon who has all its antiquities at his fingers ends. She set down the yew tree to ask him about, but as she went home in haste to prepare to set off in a week to spend the winter in the ... continue reading

My dear Anne It is a relief every time your letters are opened to see the [sic] at least not worse, and it is cheering that they go at the best time of the day, but one feels half sick to know that the afternoon did not bring a return of that terrible suffering. Julian is intending to go and get the letters today, but if the terrible weather lasts he cannot attempt it, as ... continue reading

My dear Anne I must write a word or two before Church. I do not think I dared to expect better than this, and I do hope that at least the suffering is not what it was the day before. It is the Cross at least, and she has been bearing it so in patience and meekness all her days that one thinks of her as one made meet. I am glad that ... continue reading

My dear Anne I do not like that you should not find a note at least to greet you on your return home on Tuesday to tell you that we are thinking of you and feeling with you and yet I hardly dare to say the last. Julian will write to Uncle Yonge on Monday, he had fully meant to set out on that day to be with you, but he got a chill at ... continue reading

My dear Sir John,

I must thank you for the great pleasure you have given me by the tidings of this morning. It is the point to which we have so long worked forward that it seems as if a goal were attained though that goal be only the starting point for a severer race

It will be very remarkable if your Son’s Consecration and that of Archdeacon Mackenzie both the foremost truly Missionary Bishops should take ... continue reading

CMY introduces this letter by explaining that they had been discussing Bishop Mackenzie’s use of force against slavers in Africa: ‘In a letter to myself, written by the same mail, in reply to one in which I had begged him to consider what was the sight, to a Christian man, of slaves driven oft with heavy yokes on their necks, and whether it did not justify armed interposition, he replies with arguments that it is ... continue reading

My dear Cousin, I returned on the 24th from Australia. I visited the dioceses of Adelaide, Melbourne, Sydney, and Brisbane. Everywhere I met with great encouragement; and indeed, I thank God that (as I had hoped) the special work of the Mission became the means of exciting unusual interest in the work of the Church generally. It was a great opportunity, a great privilege in the crowded meetings to tell people face to face their duties, ... continue reading

I cannot but feel sorry that the Central African Mission is given up, though I am most willing to believe that it was unavoidable. How often, when it was started, have I heard my good and wise master say, ‘I feel most thankful that some attempt should be made, but I greatly fear some disaster.’ He meant that such expectations had been raised, and so much pressure was applied from behind, that some precipitate action ... continue reading

It was a great delight to me to receive a letter from Mr. Keble, by the February mail from England. How kind of him to write to me; and his words are such a help and encouragement.

I dare say I shall see Merivale’s Lectures soon. Nothing can well be so wonderful, as a proof of God’s hand controlling and arranging all the course of history to those who need it, as a subject for adoration ... continue reading

My dear Marianne To write to you seems matter of necessity, though time does not seem to be found anywhere in the interval of church-going and eating. The Consecration day you heard about, and on the next, after a tolerably quiet day, when we went to luncheon with Mrs. Scroffs, the dear people came. They had fraternised with Mr. Wilson by the way, and he came in the fly with the ladies, while the vigorous Primate ... continue reading

I add one line, my dear Cousin, to assure you of my prayers being offered for you, now more especially when a heavy trial is upon you and a deep sorrow awaiting you. May God comfort and bless you! Perhaps the full experience of such anxiety and the pressure of a constant weight may, in His good Providence, qualify you more than ever to help others by words put into your mouth out of your ... continue reading

My dear Cousin, I must write you a few lines, not as yet in answer to your very interesting letter about Mr. Keble and about Ritualism, &c., but about our great event of yesterday.

George Sarawia was ordained Deacon in our little chapel, in the presence of fifty-five Melanesians and a few Norfolk Islanders. With him Charles Bice, a very excellent man from St. Augustine’s, was ordained Deacon also. He has uncommon gifts of making himself thoroughly ... continue reading

My dear Bishop Your letter is very delightful to me.

Thank you very much for it, and all the pleasure it gives.

The great autograph book is a wonderful study of names. I don’t think any of us have managed to look through it all. I found you (twice) and all the rest of the party including your Mother’s welcome and familiar signature, and Reby’s who I hope is better.

I saw in the Guardian ... continue reading

I tremble to say that I am going to write his life, and I am probably going to Lichfield to talk it over with the Selwyns and Abrahams. It is very awful, for it is embalming the Saint for the Church. I hope the Bishop will let me have copies of the letters to him.

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

There is a full detail of all that is known in a letter from Mr. Brooke in the new number of Mission Life . . . both bring out more of the pain and grief than the first, which rests on one like a vision of the crystal sea and the palm. But the sweet smile bears one on through it all. I go to Lichfield on Monday; ... continue reading

I am going to Lichfield from Monday to Saturday of next week - to talk and look over letters of our noble martyr with the Selwyns. I believe I am to manage the putting his life together but it will be more editing than writing. I seem to have thought of nothing but the wonderful symbolism of the work of those unconscious savages.

Your affectionate C M Yonge

My dear Sir William- Your letter has come on to me here. I came on Monday to be instructed respecting Bishop Patteson's life, which I am to try to draw up from the very full materials that his family and Bishop Selwyn can provide. I hope to return on Saturday.

Thank you for letting me see Mr. Faithfull's decision; I think he is wise to give his name, and so obtain the subscriptions of all his friends. ... continue reading

My dear Charlotte I had written one letter to you today when your other came by the second post and I just stopped it. I am writing to Mrs Johns to desire her to put these Carters into communication with you. I believe the Bishop of Victoria is not much of a Churchman. On the whole I think governesses are much more inclined to height than depth in the present day. [[person:2279]Mrs ... continue reading

My dear Cousin Thank you for your note. The character you give dear Coley is I think almost exactly what Bishop Abraham, [in] the papers in St Luke’s Magazine, and his own letters, have been helping me to trace, but I am very glad of your confirmation of it. Can you remember anything about his giving a seal to Bishop Selwyn when he came to take leave at Eton before his first going out. ... continue reading

My dear Lord Bishop, I had been thinking of writing to you, if I could not meet you for some time past and the being asked to send you this card gives an impulse. I wanted to ask you whether you published - or have any record of a sermon which you preached at Eton on the 31st of October 1841, when Bishop Selwyn was taking leave for the first time. I am doing my ... continue reading

Dear Mr Macmillan, This is all very satisfactory, thank you much. One thing more. Should not there be a facsimile of the autograph - I should like a page of that exquisitely neat distinct writing which never altered from the time it formed itself at Eton - and which spreads into sheets upon sheets of mine and yet I never stumble at a word.

I must put in a page with a list of the islands arranged ... continue reading