[To Anne] The bride looked very well and very pretty in a white châlet gown with silk stripes, a tippet the same as the gown, and a white silk bonnet and veil . . . I must say this wedding really seemed the wedding of children of the church, for we all went to the daily service at the usual time, then the Communion service was read as far as the Nicene Creed, ... continue reading

My dear Driver Thank you for all your encouragement with regard to Henrietta; I assure you I mean to have my own way, and if the Churchman finds he has caught a Tartar, he must make the best of it. I am very angry with Sister’s Care, for it has done the very thing I wished not to have been done, that is to say, in one way I am glad of it, for I ... continue reading

My dear Caroline I shall like very much to send a pound towards your window; shall I send it to you at once by a post-office order? I hope your diaper will be as beautiful as some of those patterns of the Cologne windows of which we used to have a great sheet, and I always longed to see in glass, thinking that they would be better than bad figures.

Miss Keble's illness was a very bad ... continue reading

My dear Fanny, You and Emily have exactly the memory that may be called kind – Many thanks to you for the very pretty little snow tip butterflies, which are of a species highly to be commended. I hope shortly to wear them into Devonshire where I believe we are going next month - I think the present visitors at the Vicarage are decidedly wholesome, being the brother and sister but I dread the chance of ... continue reading

My dear Mrs Keble How very stupid and ungrateful you must have thought me, but I never saw your Son’s letter when I opened – and answered yours, and only found it this morning.

It satisfies me all the more as being what I was always inclined to think.

yours affectionately C M Yonge

My dear Miss Warren, Did you see in the Guardian the death of ‘Elizabeth Jane wife of the Revd Thomas Keble’?- my own dear Mrs Keble’s sister. She had but two days illness, and her husband is left feeble and broken. Nobody expected him to live through the winter but she was strong healthy person and it seemed as if her life was absolutely necessary to him - I have however written to the son, who ... continue reading

My dear Madam

I well remember the warm interest that Mr Keble took in your poem, indeed one sentence in the notice was his own. The illustrated edition to which you allude of the Christian Year, must I think be either one with some photographs or else one with illuminations both of which were got up with little or no sanction from Mr Keble

Parker of Oxford is the only publisher to whom you could apply, but ... continue reading

My dear Mrs Keble How very stupid and ungrateful you must have thought me, but I never saw your Son’s letter when I opened – and answered yours, and only found it this morning.

It satisfies me all the more as being what I was always inclined to think.

yours affectionately C M Yonge