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“We have a very interesting party on board, three missionaries and their wives”

Posted on July 16, 2020 by mafalda

[For full, correct and critical edition of this letter see Mehew 7, 2253] To his Mother [Lovett, James Chalmers, 1902, pp. 359-60] S.S. Lübeck Between Sydney and Tongatabu Tree days out [7 September 1890] … We have a very interesting … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged adventure, Australian Board of Missions, Brown G., cannibals, Chalmers, Courage, Exeter Hall, Hunt, Lübeck, London Missionary Society, missionaries, mother, New Britain, Robert Louis Stevenson, Samoa, Swan H., Sydney, Tongatabu, Wesleyan Methodists, wives | 2 Comments

“The whole tale of my life is better to me than any poem”

Posted on December 14, 2019 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter see Mehew 6, 2180.] To James Payn [Colvin 1911, 3, pp. 154-6] Honolulu, H.I., June 13th, 1889 My dear James Payn, … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged beachcombers, climate, Courage, dawn, deafness, diet, disabilities, Dutton, fate, Father Damien, fortune, Gilbert Islands, happiness, harbours, health, helpers, honesty, Honolulu, hospital, investigation, islands, kindness, landfalls, leprosy, life, Marshalls, Molokai, natives, Patience, patients, Payn, Robert Louis Stevenson, schooner, South Sea, squalls, suffering, surf, Sydney, sympathy, Towns & Co., virtues, voyage | 1 Comment

“I will not sit down under the name of a giver of White Elephants”

Posted on August 28, 2018 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 6, 1979.] To Adelaide Boodle [Colvin 1911, 3, pp. 44-45] Saranac Lake, Christmas 1887. My dear Miss Boodle, And a … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged articles, Baxter, bewitched, Boodle, bull's eye, Christmas, Courage, exchange, fable, Fanny, gain, gift, hamper, health, Master of Ballantrae, pronounce, R.L.S., Robert Louis Stevenson, Robertson, Saranac Lake, Scribner's Magazine, sermons, White Elephant | Leave a comment

We believe in nothing: you don’t, and I don’t

Posted on August 23, 2016 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 5, 1398.] To John Addington Symonds [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 267-269] Bonallie Towers, Bournemouth, 30 [sic!] February … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged anxiety, Bismarck, Bombay, bourgeois, Bournemouth, boy, busy, Calcutta, Charon, Child's Garden of Verses, Cole, college, conscience, Courage, Cox, death, Delhi, desertion, dishonour, doctor, dynamiter, Edinburgh, England, fagged, Fanny, father, French, garrisons, Germany, Gladstone, Gordon, health, home, Huckleberry Finn, Hyères, Indian Mutiny, influenza, Lloyd, Longman, Millais, mischief, More New Arabian Nights, nation, nerves, Nice, old, parable, peace, Piety, Police-Officers, pray, Prince Otto, Robert Louis Stevenson, sceptic, sensibility, Sepoy, shame, Skerryvore, spirit, stocks, success, Symonds, The Great North Road, Thomas Stevenson, Twain, Wellington, wife, winter, work | Leave a comment

No man can settle another’s life for him… each in turn must meet and beard the Sphynx

Posted on July 22, 2015 by mafalda

RLS left Davos on April 20th, 1882, with his wife and stepson. After some weeks in London, where RLS’s parents joyned them, (Fanny was unwell and RLS needed some rest), they were back to Edinburgh on May 20th. The following … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged amourettes, art, average, books, boy and girl, Burns, commingled, cool, Courage, directness, dull, Edinburgh, enjoy, fate, free, friendship, Greek, grips, Haddon, hardness, harlot, Heriot Row, life, love, marriage, natural desire, nature, passion, pay, Pisgah, please, pleasure, primness, problems, progress., pulpiteer, reason, responsibilities, Robert Louis Stevenson, sermon, sexual desires, shams, sin, sophistries, Sphynx, tepid, unchastity, virtue, Whitman, woman, young | Leave a comment

I kept up as long as I could in an imitation of a street singer

Posted on May 27, 2015 by mafalda

RLS left Davos on December 18th, 1881, and went after Fanny to Berne, where she had consulted a doctor for her own illness. The next is after going down to meet his wife and stepson, when the former had left … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged better, brandy, Byron, Christmas, cold, corpse-coloured, Courage, Davos, death, dentist, drive, dumb, Fanny, fear, hands, Hôtel Buol, imitation, journey, Lachin y Gair, laudanum, Lloyd, mother, noon, Prättigau, refuse, rheumatiz, Robert Louis Stevenson, sleigh, street singer, suffer, sun, terror, trees, wretchedness | Leave a comment

And then, I’ll stick to stories. I am not frightened. I know my mind is changing

Posted on December 30, 2014 by mafalda

The first draft of the first part of the Amateur Emigrant, when it reached Colvin about Christmas 1879, had seemed to him, compared to RLS’s previous travel papers, “a somewhat wordy and spiritless record of squalid experiences, little likely to … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged 608 Bush Street, A Vendetta in the West, alive, alone, Amateur Emigrant, beautiful, bed, boots, bored, cents, changing, clergyman, Cornhill, Courage, damn, descriptive, dispraise, dramatic, dullness, eloquent, enjoy, failure, flesh and blood, food, French novel, fumbling, gossip, health, intellect, interests, jack-tired, jest, letters, macerated, martyr, mind, moral, news, pariah, Paris, Pavilion on the Links, pebbles, people, picturesque, pillared, pleased, polysyllables, public, Robert Louis Stevenson, saint, San Francisco, sermons, Sidney Colvin, Simeon, Simpson, slumber, spirits, Stephen, stories, sympathies, The Forest State, things, thoughts, vein, wine, work, world | Leave a comment

The public must be educated to buy my stories or I shall never make a cent

Posted on November 29, 2014 by mafalda

Nothing came of the other stories at the end of this lettere, but The Pavilion on the Links. [As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged A Lodging for the Night, A Story-Book, Admiral, anxieties, attack, business, buy, Caldecott, carpentry, cent, coast, convalescence, Courage, dream, educated, Fables and Tales, fears, fever, first copy, grim, heaps, Henley, hope, hurry, illustrated, miseries, money, Monterey, pictures, pleurisy, Professor Rensselaer, Providence and the Guitar, public, pulse, republished, Robert Louis Stevenson, royalty, scheme, second edition, sell, Sidney Colvin, Sieur de Malétroit's Door, stories, Story of a Lie, Temple Bar, The Dead Man's Letter, The Devil on Cramond Sands, The Pavilion on the Links, The Wild Man of the Woods, Travels with a Donkey, volume, weakness, Will o’ the Mill | Leave a comment

The handwriting is not good because of the ship’s misconduct

Posted on October 22, 2014 by mafalda

In France, RLS had met Fanny Van de Grift Osbourne, the American lady who was afterwards to become his wife. Her domestic relations had not been fortunate; and almost from their first meeting, at Grez in 1876, he conceived for … Continue reading →

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Posted in Letters, Robert Louis Stevenson | Tagged afternoon, air, American, articles, bad, bones, book, buy, Colvin, country, Courage, disappointed, discomfort, donkey, drenched, emigrant train, Florida, food, free, good, handwriting, hard, horse, immortal spirit, institution, journey, Labrador, months, New York, notes, pages, Pall Mall, port, procuration, purpose, rail, rain, Robert Louis Stevenson, S.S. Devonia, scene, sea, ship, sick, spirits, Story of a Lie, tired, vocabulary, voyage, water, waterproof, weight, west, wet, wild life, work | Leave a comment

Grrrrr! I’ll never be a poet any more

Posted on October 8, 2014 by mafalda

This is in reply to some technical criticisms of his friend W.E. Henley on the poem Our Lady of the Snows, referring to the Trappist monastery in the Cévennes so called, and afterwards published in Underwoods (1887). James Walter Ferrier … Continue reading →

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Tag Archives: Courage

“We have a very interesting party on board, three missionaries and their wives”

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“The whole tale of my life is better to me than any poem”

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“I will not sit down under the name of a giver of White Elephants”

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We believe in nothing: you don’t, and I don’t

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No man can settle another’s life for him… each in turn must meet and beard the Sphynx

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I kept up as long as I could in an imitation of a street singer

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And then, I’ll stick to stories. I am not frightened. I know my mind is changing

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The public must be educated to buy my stories or I shall never make a cent

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The handwriting is not good because of the ship’s misconduct

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Grrrrr! I’ll never be a poet any more

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