Tag Archives: cottage

“I was meant to die young, and the gods do not love me”

Posted on January 20, 2024 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 8, 2727.] To Frances Sitwell [Colvin 1911, 4, pp. 302-3] [Vailima, 24 or 25 April 1894] My dear friend, … Continue reading →

Rate this:

Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson, Senza categoria | Tagged baronetcy, Burne-Jones, Catriona, chiefs, cottage, death, epitaph, family, Fanny, gardening, gods, handwriting, health, horse, memory, old age, photographs, portrait, Robert Louis Stevenson, Samoa, Sitwell, stage, Tusitala, Vailima | Leave a comment

“I started in the dark on foot, with a revolver, and my spurs on my bare feet”

Posted on January 19, 2024 by mafalda

Sidney Colvin had written to RLS on 21 March 1894: ‘Do these things interest you at all: or do any of our white affair? I could remark in passing that for three letters or more you have not uttered a … Continue reading →

Rate this:

Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson, Senza categoria | Tagged amanuensis, American Commodore, American Land Commissioner, Apia, Atuas, Austin, ava, Belle, biscuits, blaks and chocolates, books, boy's house, cards, Casino, Colvin, consuls, cottage, cries, Curaçao, drums, Fanny, Foreign Office, French prisoners, harbour, Lloyd, Lysaght, mail, Misifolo, moon, Mount Vaea, murder, neck, New Zealand, Our Road, patrols, pine-apple, queen, Queen's Navee, revolver, Robert Louis Stevenson, Samoa, service, sherry, ship-of-war, skating, South Island, spurs, St. Ives, Sunday School, Sweepi, Tanugamanono, The Tomes, Uncle Louis, Vailima, warship, whist, wood | 2 Comments

In the country, even angels may be decently welcomed in tweed

Posted on April 27, 2015 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 3, 839 and 840.] To Edmund Gosse [Colvin 1911, 2, p. 58] (postcard) The Cottage, Castleton of Braemar, August … Continue reading →

Rate this:

Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged angels, blacks, burst out, camel's hair, carpet, Castleton of Braemar, conspicuous, cottage, country, dressy, drollery, entertain, evening, fortune, Gosse, gullet, invite, Latin, nature, North Pole, outfit, personages, portmanteau, postcard, raiment, Robert Louis Stevenson, rustic, sea captain, sea-cloth, sealskin, suit, Summer, tasteful, tweed, uncle, weather, Weg, welcome | 1 Comment

I take my walks abroad, witching the world

Posted on April 26, 2015 by mafalda

[As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 3, 838.] To Fanny Sitwell [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 56-57] The Cottage, Castleton of Braemar [Mid-August 1881]. … Continue reading →

Rate this:

Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged admired, beaten, beautiful, black, blighting, blink, blow, Britain, Castleton of Braemar, chess, clouds, cold, conscientious, cottage, cough, country, delay, delightful, eat, embroidery, enjoy, Fanny, Fanny Sitwell, flesh, ghost stories, grind, habitable, hat, heavy, hope, horrid, imitate, joy, laziness, life, mean, plaid, prostrate, queen, rain, recover, Robert Louis Stevenson, spot, squalls, stoop, sun, trifling, walks abroad, weather, well, white, wind, witch, work, world | Leave a comment

The rain rains and the winds do beat upon the cottage of the late Miss McGregor

Posted on April 23, 2015 by mafalda

[As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 3, 836.] To Edmund Gosse [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 57-58] The Cottage (late the late Miss McGregor’s), … Continue reading →

Rate this:

Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged address, behave, Braemar, carriage, Castleton of Braemar, clauses, collapse, commit, cottage, country, dear, deceased, decently, family worship, fellow, fine, gilt nib, glad, glibness, Gosse, hacks, halls, highland, home, house, humble, important, improve, intellectual, lady, lamentable, make, maps, M‘Gregor Miss, obedient, omitted, rain, read, reference, Robert Louis Stevenson, sell, servant, sign, sorrow, spanking, stay, stylistic inspiration, supply, weather, welcome, whack, winds, worm, Yours etc. | Leave a comment

It was a logomachy of my making

Posted on April 20, 2015 by mafalda

The Stevensons arrived at Braemar, Aberdeenshire, on August 2nd, 1881. Alexander Hay Japp (1837-1905), Scottish author, journalist and publisher, was known for some time under his pseudonym H.A. Page, and later as a biographer of De Quincey. In 1877 he … Continue reading →

Rate this:

Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged attentive, bed, books, Braemar, brave, Castleton of Braemar, cottage, cruel, departure, difference, drive, Edinburgh, food, health, invaluable, Japp, knowledge, listener, logomachy, making, man, measured, objection, offer, pencil-making, pity, point of view, practice, Preface, principles, purpose, revise, Scotland, section through, short paper, sneaking, spirit, subject, suspect, Thoreau, Tummel, unkindness, visit, wale, weather, welcome, whiners | Leave a comment

Here I am in my native land

Posted on March 31, 2015 by mafalda

RLS and Fanny travelled from Paris to London soon after 18 May, 1881, visiting Fanny’s son, Lloyd, who was studying at York. Then they returned to Scotland, moving (on 6 June) to Pitlochry, Perthshire, and staying at first at Fisher’s … Continue reading →

Rate this:

Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged 1740, annoying, aphasia, beggar, Bible, Blackie, book, burn, Cavalier, Cavalier de Sauve, cheeses, childish, comments, cottage, cream, death, Dobson, Dunoyer, eighteenth century, England, erudite, eternal, Fage, farm, fatness, fire, France, French, furnished, good feeling, Gosse, gratitude, hailed, hell, horrid, human forms, incurable, information, ink, invisible, knowledge, Lacy, Lang, library, Lions, literary fault, literary lepers, loathsome, magnitude, Marion, marry, moderation, moor, Moulin, native land, New Version, odd, old age, pedantic, pens, persuade, Peyrat, Pitlochry, pleasant, plotting-paper, pray, procession, prophets, reading, revisers, rivals, Robert Louis Stevenson, Saintsbury, Scotland, service, shabbily, silly, star, suffer, swollen, talk, temptation, toothache, torture, track, Vacquerie, vanity, verses, Virginibus Puerisque, Voltaire, Weg, words, write | Leave a comment

I wonder why my stories are always so nasty

Posted on May 29, 2014 by mafalda

On a railway journey through England and Wales with his parents, RLS arrives at Barmouth, and stays at the Cors y Gedol Arms Hotel. The Portfolio paper here mentioned is that entitled On the Enjoyment of Unpleasant Places. The essay … Continue reading →

Rate this:

Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged address, Barmouth, blue cloak, chair, children, comic, cottage, cruel, dignity, drive, estuary, Fanny Sitwell, flowers, Franzensbad, furze, garden, good spirits, health, heather, hills, horrible story, humor, John Knox, knoll, lanscape, larches, Madame Garschine, nasty, nurse, oaks, over-boisterous, pale, pleasure, Portfolio, queen, rain, river, road, Robert Louis Stevenson, scarlet hat, self-satisfaction, shadow, sick, sun, tea-box, trees, warm, weather, weeds, wind | 1 Comment

Conscientiousness is a sort of moral opium

Posted on May 16, 2014 by mafalda

[As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sir Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 2, 274, dated May 19 ff., and 298, dated Jul. 20]. To Fanny Sitwell [Colvin 1911, … Continue reading →

Rate this:

Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged alone, ants, bird, bird-songs, blackbird, Byron, chary, church, cock, cold, Conscientiousness, consternation, cottage, darkness, dawn, death, doses, Edinburgh, excitant, Fables, Fanny Sitwell, fire, flourish, garden, generation, genius, grey, hill, hills, inaction, landscape, Lord Lytton, magazine, manner, Mazeppa, melancholy, mist, moral, Morley, narcotic, nest, opium, pain, partridges. plover, passion, persevere, proof, responsibilities, Robert Louis Stevenson, room, ruin, Scotch, scrupulous, sheep, silence, sluice-gate, Spring, Swanston, touchwood, trees, wet, white, wind, writers | Leave a comment

	rdury on Does it not seem as if things…
	mafalda on “It is to be your editio…
	Seb Laurier on “It is to be your editio…
	mafalda on “I started in the dark o…
	Elizabeth Waterston on “I started in the dark o…

Tag Archives: cottage

“I was meant to die young, and the gods do not love me”

Rate this:

“I started in the dark on foot, with a revolver, and my spurs on my bare feet”

Rate this:

In the country, even angels may be decently welcomed in tweed

Rate this:

I take my walks abroad, witching the world

Rate this:

The rain rains and the winds do beat upon the cottage of the late Miss McGregor

Rate this:

It was a logomachy of my making

Rate this:

Here I am in my native land

Rate this:

I wonder why my stories are always so nasty

Rate this:

Conscientiousness is a sort of moral opium

Rate this:

Archives

Follow Blog via Email

Blog Stats

Recent Comments

Blogs I Follow

Tags

Meta