Most agreeable dinner here yesterday; the _convives_ were: Dr.
Lushington, Mr. Andrews; Mrs. Andrews at the last sent a regret--ill in bed with a headache. Honora came in her stead. Mr. Macintosh and Miss Carr; Dr. Lushington beside f.a.n.n.y, and carving remarkably well and most entertaining and agreeable; he raised the heart"s laugh frequently, and the head"s by fresh, not old-faded-London-diner-out bon-mots, anecdotes, and facts worth knowing, all with the a.s.sistance of Mr. Andrews, so remarkably agreeable and gentlemanly a gentleman; they played into each other"s hands and mine delightfully, and f.a.n.n.y"s, and Honora"s, and the ball came to everybody pat, in turn. The ball did I say? Boomerang I should have said, for it came back always nicely to the thrower.
I must tell you an anecdote I heard yesterday from Mr. Kenyon, brother of Lord Kenyon"s, a saying of Mrs. Brooke, sister of Baron Garrow, who, notwithstanding his bullying manner in court, was a man easily swayed in private, always influenced by the last thing said by the last person in his company--all which was compressed by Mrs. Brooke into: "With my brother _presence is power_."
_To_ MRS. R. BUTLER.
1 NORTH AUDLEY STREET, _Feb. 24, 1841_.
My ultimate intention and best hope for my own selfish satisfaction is to go with you and Mr. Butler to that poor _uncentred_ [Footnote: Mrs.
Mary Sneyd died at the age of ninety, on the 10th of February 1841.]
desolate home at Edgeworthstown.
What an inexpressible comfort that you were with your mother, Lucy, and Honora, and my dear lost aunt to the last.
_To_ MRS. EDGEWORTH.
_March 14, 1841_.
Here I am, like a Sybarite, but with luxuries such as a Sybarite or Sybaritess never dreamed of: a cup of good coffee and some dry toast and b.u.t.ter, a good coal fire on my right, a light window on my left, dressing-table opposite, with large looking-gla.s.s, which reflects, not my face, which for good reasons of my own I never wish to see, but a beautiful green lawn and cedars of Lebanon; and on my mantelpiece stand jars of Nankin china, and sh.e.l.ls from--Ocean knows where. And where do you think I am? At Heathfield Lodge, Croydon, the seat of Gerard Ralstone, Esq.; and met here at a large dinner yesterday Mr. Napier, and he comes for me to-morrow, and takes me to Forest Hill. At this dinner were two celebrated American gentlemen--Mr. Sparkes, who wrote Washington"s _Life_; and Mr. Clisson, a man of fortune, and benevolently enthusiastic about colonisation in Liberia.
After luncheon I saw march by to church a whole regiment of youths from Addis...o...b.., which is near here.
But now I must retrograde to tell you, as I have a few minutes more than I expected, of a visit I had an hour before I set out, from a man fresh from Africa--a Scotchman by birth, a missionary by vocation, who had been twenty years abroad, almost all that time in Africa: sent to the Hottentots in the first place, and he converted many. They were taught to sow and to reap, and the women to _sew_ in the other way, all by this indefatigable Mr. Moffatt; and they taught him on their part how to do the CLUCK, and Mr. Moffatt did it for me. It is indescribable and inimitable. It is not so loud as a hen"s cluck to her chickens, but more quick and abrupt.
He said that when he was ordered to return home, he felt it as a sentence of banishment. "I had lived so long in Africa, I felt it my home, and I had almost forgotten how to speak English. I almost dreaded to be among white faces again."
1 NORTH AUDLEY STREET.
Mr. Napier brought me here by half after twelve.
I had a delightful drive with him in his little pony phaeton from Croydon to Forest Hill. Mr. and Mrs. Napier are more and more delightful to me in conversation and manners the more I see of them. A brother, Captain Napier, very conversable, and full of humour; he has a charming daughter, and has been in all parts of the world, and loves Ireland and the Irish.
_To_ MRS. R. BUTLER.
1 NORTH AUDLEY STREET, _April 1841_.
I must tell you now of my visit to Warfield Lodge. Henrietta and Wren met me at the station, and all the way, when they spoke, it seemed as if I had parted from them but yesterday. When I saw Miss...o...b..irne, there was, opposite to me, that fine, full-coloured, full of life, speaking picture of Mrs. O"Beirne. The place is as pretty as ever, and it was impossible for the most hospitable luxury to do more for me, and with the most minute recollective attention to all my olden-times habits and ways. I would not for anything that could be given or done for me, not have paid this visit.
One evening Miss...o...b..irne invited some friends I was particularly glad to see--three daughters of my dear Sir John Malcolm, all very fine young women, with fine souls, and vast energy and benevolence, worthy of him.
EDGEWORTHSTOWN, _Sept. 27_.
I send you some Spanish books which I bought, with one eye upon you and one upon Rosa. I sat up till past one o"clock a few nights ago, and caught cold, looking through the whole of _Hudibras_, for what at last could not be found in it, though I still am confident it is there--
Murder is lawful made by the excess.
In the middle of my hunt my mind misgave me that it was in the _Fable of the Bees_, and I went through it line by line, and for my pains can swear it is not there. It is wonderful that, at seventy-four, I can be so ardent in the chase, certainly not for the worth of the game, nor yet for the triumph of finding; for I care not whether I am the person to find it or not, so it is found. Pray find it for me.
EDGEWORTHSTOWN, _March 10, 1842_.
We have been much entertained and interested in Macaulay"s "Life of Hastings," in the _Edinburgh_; but some of it is too gaudily written, and mean gaudiness, unsuited to the subject--such as the dresses of the people at Westminster Hall; and I think Macaulay"s indignation against Gleig for his adulation of Hastings, and his not feeling indignation against his crimes, is sometimes n.o.ble, and sometimes mean and vituperative.
_To_ MRS. BEAUFORT.
EDGEWORTHSTOWN, _March 12_.
Mr. Creed, my dear good Mr. Creed, has been most kind in taking into his employment one of the young Gerrards who behaved so gallantly in recovering their father"s arms from robbers. The poor people are seldom rewarded when they do right, yet surely, in the government of human creatures, Hope and Reward are strong and elevating powers, while Fear and Punishment can at best only restrain from crime. Hope can produce the finest and most permanent springs of action.
We have not been able to go on with our reading for some days. The more I live I see more and more the misery of uncultivated minds, and the happiness of the cultivated, when they can keep themselves free from literary and scientific jealousies and party spirit.
_To_ MRS. R. BUTLER.
EDGEWORTHSTOWN, _March 1842_.
I am surprised to find how much more history interests me now than when I was young, and how much more I am now interested in the same events recorded, and their causes and consequences shown, in this History of the French Revolution, and in all the History of Europe during the last quarter of a century, than I was when the news came fresh and fresh in the newspapers. I do not think I had sense enough to take in the relations and proportions of the events. It was like moving a magnifying gla.s.s over the parts of a beetle, and not taking in the whole.
_To_ MISS MARGARET RUXTON, _then residing at_ HYeRES.
EDGEWORTHSTOWN, _April 16, 1842_.
It seems such an immense time since I have heard from you, so now I sit down to earn a letter.
And first I have to tell you that, on the 14th, between the hours of eleven and twelve, a new cousin of yours was brought into this world, a monstrous large boy: Rosa doing well: house very full, [Footnote: All the family had a.s.sembled to meet Pakenham Edgeworth on his return, on leave, from India.] but all as quiet as mice. We breakfast in the study, to keep all noise from Rosa in the plume room.
It is time to tell you that Pakenham is here, and f.a.n.n.y, and Honora, and Harriet, and Mary Anne, and Charlotte; and we are as happy as ever we can be. Pakenham"s tastes are all domestic, yet he has the most perfect knowledge of business, great penetration of eye, and cool, self-possessed manners, like one used to judgment and command, yet not proud of doing either. He has brought with him such proofs of his industry as are quite astonishing; such collections of drawings, both botanical and sketches of country. How he found time to do all this, and spend six hours per day at Cucherry--all as one as sessions--and to write his journal of every day for eleven years, I really cannot comprehend; but so it is.
_To_ MRS. R. BUTLER.
EDGEWORTHSTOWN, _June 17, 1842_.
It is now five o"clock, and Mr. and Mrs. S. C. Hall have not come. It is Lestock"s last day, and he and f.a.n.n.y and Lucy are so busy and so happy putting the transit instrument to rights, and setting black spotted and yellow backed spinning spiders at work to spin for the meridian lines. I have just succeeded in catching the right sort by descending to the infernal regions, and setting kitchenmaid and housemaid at work. I was glad Mr. and Mrs. Hall did not arrive just at the crisis of the operation--all completed now.
Ask Mr. Butler if there is any subscription necessary or expected from me, now that I have been so honourably made an honorary member of the Royal Irish Academy? I would not for the world omit anything that ought to be done now that I am M.R.I.A.
_July 8_.
I am going literally to beg my bread and lodging at your door on my way to Dublin, and I do so _sans phrase_. I remember that, when I used to write to offer myself to Aunt Ruxton, I regularly added, "You know, my dear aunt, I can sleep in a drawer;" and she used to answer, "I know you can, my dear, and you are welcome; but write a day beforehand, that I may have the drawer ready."