Author : Matthew Arnold
Publisher : Theclassics.Us
ISBN 13 : 9781230266169
Total Pages : 108 pages
Book Rating : 4.2/5 (661 download)
Book Synopsis Letters of Matthew Arnold, 1848-1888 by : Matthew Arnold
Download or read book Letters of Matthew Arnold, 1848-1888 written by Matthew Arnold and published by Theclassics.Us. This book was released on 2013-09 with total page 108 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1895 edition. Excerpt: ... relief; it will now, if William has tolerable luck, get through safely this session. I thought Gladstone's speech very good. I think William's powers of management will come out now for what remains to be done. I have felt for him much, and for my own part have been heartily glad I was not Secretary. Flu is gone to Laleham. She has sent Rowland the Pall Mall with an account of the Oxford theatre. My love to dearest old Mary and Fan. -- Your ever most affectionate M. A. To the Same. London, July 18, 1870. My Dearest Mother -- On Sunday I was at Wotton with Dick, and had not a free half-hour. In the morning we were at church, then in the afternoon we walked over to Abinger, the place which the first Lord Abinger bought, and from which he took his title, and which has been bought by Farrer/the Secretary to the Board of Trade, an old friend of mine. It is a beautiful place, looking upon Leith Hill and Ewhurst windmill, and that great Greensand range which has such an incomparable view over Sussex to the South Downs. Then we came back and bathed, and at half-past six dined, and at half-past seven were sent by Evelyn in his carriage to Dorking. We got to London at a quarter past nine, and left the London Bridge station in one of the greatest crowds I ever saw, the fine weather having brought out the whole 1 Afterwards Lord Farrer. world, and not a cab to be got. We toiled in the heat through the crowd, carrying our luggage, but we had passed the Bank before we got a cab, and were hopelessly late for the ten o'clock train from Euston, so we had to drive all the way down to Harrow. Flu, Budge, and the little girls did not return till yesterday. Walter came and dined with us, looking well and seeming in good spirits, though I should not like the...