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“Like an Italian cinque-cento medallion”

Posted on February 24, 2018 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 6, 1885.] To Sidney Colvin [Colvin 1911, 3, pp. 8-9] [Hotel St. Stephen, New York, 24 September … Continue reading →

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“I write this from bed, snow pouring without, and no circumstance of pleasure except your letter”

Posted on April 2, 2017 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 5, 1569.] To Will H. Low [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 326-328] [Skerryvore, Bournemouth, 5 March 1886] My dear Low, … Continue reading →

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We have had many other wild misadventures

Posted on September 7, 2015 by mafalda

RLS’s wife extremely vivid and charteristic account of the weird misadventures that befell the pair during their retreat from St. Marcel, Marseille, in search of a healthier home. [Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, … Continue reading →

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It is a strange affair to be an emigrant, as I hope you shall see in a future work

Posted on October 28, 2014 by mafalda

RLS reached the Pacific Transfer Station near Counsil Bluffs on the eastern bank of the Missouri on Thursday night, 21 August 1879. Here he joined a Union Pacific ‘emigrant train’: left on Friday evening, 22 August, and crossed the Missouri … Continue reading →

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The moving lanterns were shaken to and fro, as if in a wind

Posted on June 21, 2014 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 2, 339]. To Fanny Sitwell [Colvin 1912, pp. 96-97] [Edinburgh, 13 December, 1874,] Sunday. I was never more sorry … Continue reading →

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The darkness made me a little fanciful

Posted on May 31, 2014 by mafalda

On a railway journey thorough Wales with his parents. Richmond Seeley is the proprietor and publisher of the Portfolio. RLS’s essay on John Knox will be published in Macmillan’s Magazine, Sept. 1875. ‘The horrid story’ is the ‘horrible story of … Continue reading →

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Her laugh does more good to one’s health than a month at the seaside

Posted on April 19, 2014 by mafalda

The following is in answer to a set of numbered questions from his mother. [Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sir Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 1, 216]. To his … Continue reading →

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“Like an Italian cinque-cento medallion”

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“I write this from bed, snow pouring without, and no circumstance of pleasure except your letter”

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We have had many other wild misadventures

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It is a strange affair to be an emigrant, as I hope you shall see in a future work

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The moving lanterns were shaken to and fro, as if in a wind

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The darkness made me a little fanciful

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Her laugh does more good to one’s health than a month at the seaside

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