My dear Arthur Aimée Leroy is at Ilfracombe at this moment. I don’t know how soon she comes home, but a letter would find her in a few days. The person who could do the thing best of all is Miss Roberts, author of Mademoiselle Mori but she is abroad and last time I heard of her, she was in Corsica. I think I could do the thing for you, a good deal by ... continue reading

My dear Aimée, Many thanks for the Major Correspondence. The account of the battle of Newbury is curious and so is the account of the week’s pay of the officers and soldiers The trumpeters must have made a good thing of it. Pray thank the possessor very much from me.

The woods are a perfect feast of colour just now, almost as lovely as in primrose time

yours affectionately C M Yonge

My dear C C It is a cruel stroke to lose Lanty at the same time as M P You must feel desolate like Othello. Aimée Leroy has an idea, and may write to you about it, anent M P She says she has seen A D I’s business advertised to be sold. I have not, but I think my notice was sent in time. He has taken no notice, ... continue reading

My dear CC Tory is banished, Juliette fell in love with him, so he is gone to Witham Chase, a very good home for him, and Vic is left lamenting – The mother mews all over the place but as she did before Tory went, I think it is from native accidie, not maternal grief- Aimée brought Miss Price to tea and sent Juliette, a little friend and a sort of semi governess to ... continue reading

My dear Marianne

I heard this morning that good old Mr. Gibbs is gone - on Friday night - his flowers fresh in our church. We had a very successful day, and no doubt Amélie has told you about it, the Confirmation afterwards, thirty-five of our children, the girls led off by Helen, Amy, and Gerty and six of the school-girls with such sweet solemn faces, and a Cranbury man who had been baptized on ... continue reading

My dear Florence

I am glad you finished your journey prosperously, and I hope you have brought home a store of strength for the winter and for the trials.

How one sometimes wishes that one's people may never have another worry, and yet I suppose it is all right! I have just lost my most good and wise friend Marianne Dyson. For more than a year she had been in so utterly feeble and broken ... continue reading