MY DEAR MARY--I stretch out arms of love to you all across the distance,--all the Rawnsleys are dear to me, and you, though not an indigenous one, have become a Rawnsley, and I invoke you in the same embrace of the affection, tho' memory has not so much to say about you. At Keal, east of Mavis-Enderby, the Cracrofts, whom the Doctor knew well, were living; and below the far-famed Keal Hill, in the flat fen, lay Hagnaby Priory, the home of Thomas Coltman, whose nephews Tom and George were often there. George, a genial giant of the heartiest kind, became Rector of Stickney, half-way between Keal and Boston; he was one of the Poet's closest friends. In a letter to the Rector of Halton he says, "Remember me to all old friends, particularly to George Coltman"; and in after years he seldom met a Lincolnshire man without asking, "How is George Coltman? He was a good fellow." Agricultural depression has altered things in Lincolnshire. Among the farmers the larger holders have disappeared in many places, and in the pleasant homes of Halton and Somersby, such men as the Rectors in those Georgian and early Victorian days, Nature does not repeat. The departure of the Tennyson family made a blank which could never be filled. The villagers whom they left behind never forgot them, and even in extreme old age they were still full of memories of the family, and talked of the learning and cleverness of "the owd Doctor," the fondness of the children for their mother and, most noticeable of all, their "book-larning," And boöks, what's boöks? thou knaws thebbe naither 'ere nor theer. The old folk all seemed to think that "to hev owt to do wi boöks" was a sign of a weak intellect. "The boys, _poor things!_ they would allus hev a book i' their hands as they went along." A few years ago there was still one old woman in Somersby who remembered going, seventy-one years back, when she was eleven years old, for her first place to the Tennysons. What she thought most of was "the young laädies." She was blind, but she said, "I can see 'em all now plaän as plaän; and I would have liked to hear Mr. Halfred's voice ageän--sich a voice it wer." [Illustration: FREDERICK TENNYSON.] TENNYSON AND HIS BROTHERS FREDERICK AND CHARLES By CHARLES TENNYSON[11]