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I shall be very much pleased to have you call me Louis

Posted on October 26, 2016 by mafalda

[For correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 5, 1448.] To Anne Jenkin [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 284-286] [Skerryvore, Bournemouth, June 1885] My dear Mrs. Jenkin, I should have written sooner, but we are in a bustle, and … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged Academy, conversation, criticisms, Dew-Smith, drawing, example, Fanny, happiness, Henley, influence, intimates, Jenkin, loss, name, notice, photographs, Robert Louis Stevenson, sad, Skerryvore, tests, wife | 1 Comment

Yours is the cruel part to survive; you must try and not grudge to him his better fortune, to go first

Posted on October 20, 2016 by mafalda

Professor Fleeming Jenkin, who in RLS’s early student days at Edinburgh had been both the warmest and the wisest of his elder friends, died unespectedly on 12 June 1885 after a minor operation. Austin was Mr. and Mrs. Jenkin’s eldest … Continue reading →

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Perhaps the more we are away, the stronger we feel that bond

Posted on June 20, 2015 by mafalda

The following is in reply to a letter RLS had received on some questions connected with his proposed Life of Hazlitt from the Scottish critic and bibliographer, Alexander Ireland (1810–1894). [For correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew … Continue reading →

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I always read verses, and in the vinous enthusiasm of the moment they always propose to have them printed

Posted on July 3, 2014 by mafalda

Charles Hallé and Wilma Neruda Norman held their recital on 16 January 1875: the programme included Beethoven’s C Major Sonata op. 53 and Violin Sonata in F op. 24; Mme Norman performed Tartini’s violin sonata, too. The pantomime was Jack … Continue reading →

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I have been all yesterday evening and this forenoon in Italy, four hundred years ago

Posted on June 26, 2014 by mafalda

Clarice Campobello Sinico (b. 1840), Italian soprano, sang Beethoven’s aria op. 65 ‘Ah perfido spergiuro!’ (text by Metastasio) at the Edinburgh Choral Union’s concert on 4 January 1875. The Portfolio article here mentioned is An Autumn Effect (publ. April 1875). … Continue reading →

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The Essays must fall from me, Essay by Essay, as they ripen

Posted on May 23, 2014 by mafalda

Richmond Seeley is the proprietor and publisher of the Portfolio. The expression ‘my little girls’ refers to RLS’s essay, Notes on the Movements of Young Children, thought at Mentone. Dr. Appleton is the amiable and indefatigable editor of the Academy. … Continue reading →

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I shall be very much pleased to have you call me Louis

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Yours is the cruel part to survive; you must try and not grudge to him his better fortune, to go first

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Perhaps the more we are away, the stronger we feel that bond

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I always read verses, and in the vinous enthusiasm of the moment they always propose to have them printed

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I have been all yesterday evening and this forenoon in Italy, four hundred years ago

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The Essays must fall from me, Essay by Essay, as they ripen

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