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Merged and mixed up in a quadruple existence

Posted on May 20, 2014 by mafalda

RLS’s cousin and friend, Bob (Robert Alan Mowbray Stevenson, 1847-1900), painter and art critic, is recovering at Swanston, staying there with his sisters Katharine and Dora (the ‘two cousins from Portobello’) and another cousin of RLS’s (on mother’s side), Maggie. … Continue reading →

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I look forward confidently; I have faith after all!

Posted on May 18, 2014 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sir Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 2, 276]. To Fanny Sitwell [Colvin 1912, pp. 74-78] [Swanston, June, 1874], Wednesday. […] news reaches me that … Continue reading →

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‘O could I fly, I’d fly with thee!’

Posted on March 15, 2014 by mafalda

On the question of the authorship of the Ode to the Cuckoo, which Edmund Burke thought the most beautiful lyric in the English language, the debate is between the claims of John Logan (1748-1788), minister of South Leith, and his … Continue reading →

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And yet it burns cheerily

Posted on March 9, 2014 by mafalda

Written after an outpouring about difficulties at home. Portobello is the beach resort 3 miles east of Edinburgh. The ‘Spec’ is the Speculative Society, the literary and debating society founded in 1764 at Edinburgh University. The German quotes are taken … Continue reading →

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Merged and mixed up in a quadruple existence

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I look forward confidently; I have faith after all!

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‘O could I fly, I’d fly with thee!’

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And yet it burns cheerily

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