Sunday, March 19, 1837
1837
March
Sunday 19
9 1/4
11 1/4
No kiss. Ann wrong about my not at once giving George
the handkerchief she had got and hemmed for George, instead of the one the
thieves took. George was gone to bed. I told Ann she should give the thing herself. It was not like me to do it. What a temper she has, but I will master it
or give up altogether by and by – One good thing is that I gradually care
less and less about it.
Breakfast at 10 1/4 in 3/4 hour
– Fine morning; Fahrenheit 49° in the sun at 9 1/4 a.m. – Afterwards, the sun obscured,
and Fahrenheit 43° now at 11 1/2 a.m. –
Very bilious this morning – From 11 1/2 to 1 5/.., did nothing but write a couple of pages to Isabella Norcliffe and doze on the sofa –
Off to the school for Ann at
2 1/4 – in good time for church – Mr. Wilkinson did all the duty – Preached 17
minutes from Luke xviii, 31, 32, and 33.
An hour at Cliff hill, 3/4
of it by myself – left Ann at the
school, and she walked down afterwards – She wished me to have a tête-à-tête,
and advise against Mrs. Ann Walker’s evident inclination to keep her footman,
Joseph, after his faux pas with the cook – I think I said enough –
Home at 5 3/4.. Wrote the
last 5 lines, and wrote down 1/2 page 3 and finished my letter to Isabella
Norcliffe dated this evening –
Had
fancied ‘poor Mary was better, and your letter, received last night, came too suddenly
upon me not to be felt as a shock – Yet you are right – The release must have
been a happy one to the poor sufferer, and as earnestly desired by herself, as
it must have been by those who loved her best –
Do give
my affectionate condolence to Rosamond, and Ellen – Perhaps there is generally
a very peculiar feeling of sorrow on the loss of a mother, which we cannot feel
on any other occasion – There is an indescribable sacredness in the remembrance
of her who has borne us through our first development into being – We cannot
look into ourselves – we cannot contemplate the wondrous scheme of living
entity, without recurring to the hallowed thought of her who, the chosen instrument
of heaven, breathed into us the breath of life.’ –
Not
surprised at the request to be buried at Langton – Think I have heard poor Mary
express the wish –
Miss
Walker’s kind regards and condolence to yourself and Charlotte, and to Mrs.
Robinson and Ellen – ‘There are many ‘things we should be interested and glad
to hear; and we hope they will come round to us – Your pen is so little up to your
kind intentions, that I dare not count upon hearing from yourself – But when you
do write, may I hope that you will allow, and remember my succession to the
brevet, vacant by the death of my excellent aunt – In England, and for the present,
the inadvertence is not of very great importance – Abroad it would be annoying,
and, in these very ticklish times, might be worse than disagreeable’ –
Suppose
she will be found in York till I hear the contrary – Shall therefore direct to
her there and keep my promise in announcing the time of our departure for the continent
– ‘My business concerns have already detained us much beyond our inclination
and expectation – and how much longer we may be here, is still uncertain –
My
love to Charlotte and the Duffins – and
believe me, my dearest Isabella, always
very affectionately and faithfully yours,
A
L-’ –
Had just written so far at 6
1/4 – Sent off my letter to ‘Miss Norcliffe, Petergate York’ – Dinner at
6 3/4 – Asleep on the sofa – Coffee about 8 3/4 – Read a little of the newspaper
– Fine day – Fahrenheit 34° now at 10 p.m.
WYAS Finding Number
SH:7/ML/E/20/0036
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