Letters from England, 1846-1849Bancroft, Elizabeth Davis
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Letters from England, 1846-1849
Bancroft, Elizabeth Davis
England -- Description and travel
Last night at Mr. Putnam’s, I met William and Mary Howitt, and some of
the lesser lights. I have put down my pen to answer a note, just brought
in, to dine next Thursday with the Dowager Countess of Charleville, where
we were last week, in the evening. She is eighty-four (tell this to
Grandmamma) and likes still to surround herself with _beaux_ and _belles
esprits_, and as her son and daughter reside with her, this is still easy
. . . The old lady talks French as fast as possible, and troubles me
somewhat by talking it to me, forgetting that a foreign minister’s wife
can talk English . . . Your father likes to be here. He has copying
going on in the State Paper Office and British Museum, and his heart is
full of manuscripts. It is the first thought, I believe, whoever he
sees, what papers are in their family. He makes great interest with even
the ladies sometimes for this purpose. Upon the whole, I love my own
country better than ever, but whether I shall not miss, upon my return,
some things to which I am gradually getting accustomed, I have yet to
learn. The gratification of mixing constantly with those foremost in the
world for rank, science, literature, or all which adorns society is
great, but there is a certain yearning toward those whose habits,
education, and modes of thought are the same as our own, which I never
can get over. In the full tide of conversation I often stop and think,
“I may unconsciously be jarring the prejudices or preconceived notions of
these people upon a thousand points; for how differently have I been
trained from these women of high rank, and men, too, with whom I am now
thrown.” Upon all topics we are accustomed to think, perhaps, with more
latitude, religion, politics, morals, everything. I like the English
extremely, even more than I expected, and yet happy am I to think that
our own best portions of society can bear a comparison with theirs. When
I see you I can explain to you the differences, but I think we need not
be ashamed of ourselves.
_To I. P. D._
LONDON, January 2, 1847.
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