Letters of Edward FitzGerald, in Two Volumes. Vol. 2FitzGerald, Edward
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Letters of Edward FitzGerald, in Two Volumes. Vol. 2
FitzGerald, Edward
Authors, English -- 19th century -- Correspondence; FitzGerald, Edward, 1809-1883 -- Correspondence
Do not you forget (as you will) to tell Mr. Millais one day of the pretty
Subject I told you; little Keats standing sentry before his sick Mother's
Door with a drawn sword; in his Shirt it might be, with some Rembrandtish
Light and Shade. The Story is to be found at the beginning of Lord
Houghton's Life.
Also, for any Painter you know of what they call the 'Genre' School:
Sevigne and the 'de Villars' looking through the keyhole at Mignard
painting Madame de Fontevrauld (Rochechouart) while the Abbe Tetu talks
to her (Letter of Sept. 6, 1675). It might be done in two compartments,
with the wall slipt between, so as to show both Parties, as one has seen
on the Stage.
_To C. E. Norton_.
WOODBRIDGE. _Nov._ 3, 1880.
MY DEAR NORTON,
. . . With all your knowledge, and all the use you can make of it, I
wonder that you can think twice of such things as I can offer you in
return for what you send me: but I take you at your word, and shall
perhaps send you the last half of OEdipus, if I can prepare him for the
Printer; a rather hard business to me now, when turned of seventy, and
reminded by some intimations about the Heart that I am not likely to
exceed the time which those of my Family have stopped going at. But this
is no great Regret to me.
I have sent you a better Book than any I can send you of my own: or of
any one else's in the way of Verse, I think: the Sonnets of Alfred
Tennyson's Brother Charles. Two thirds of them I do not care for: but
there is scarce one without some fine thought or expression: some of them
quite beautiful to me: all pure, true, and original. I think you in
America may like these leaves from the Life of a quiet Lincolnshire
Parson.
. . . We have had the Leaves green unusually late this year, I think: but
so I have thought often before, I am told. The last few nights have
brought Frost, however: and changed the countenance of all. A Blackbird
(have you him as the 'ousel'?) whom I kept alive, I think, through last
hard winter by a saucer of Bread and Milk, has come to look for it again.
_To Miss Anna Biddell_.
_Nov._ 30, 1880.
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