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# Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1836/The Snowdrop

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THE SNOWDROP.
Thou beautiful new comer,  With white and maiden brow;
Thou fairy gift from summer,  Why art thou blooming now?
This dim and sheltered alley  Is dark with winter green;
Not such as in the valley  At sweet spring-time is seen.
The lime-tree’s tender yellow,  The aspen's silvery sheen,
 With mingling colours mellow
 The universal green.
Now solemn yews are bending
 Mid gloomy firs around;
And in long dark wreaths descending,
 The ivy sweeps the ground.
No sweet companion pledges  Thy health as dew-drops pass;
No rose is on the hedges,
 No violet in the grass.
Thou art watching, and thou only,
 Above the earth’s snow tomb;
Thus lovely, and thus lonely,
 I bless thee for thy bloom.
Though the singing rill be frozen,  While the wind forsakes the west;
Though the singing birds have chosen
 Some lone and silent rest;
Like thee, one sweet thought lingers
 In a heart else cold and dead,
Though the summer’s flowers, and singers,
 And sunshine, long hath fled:
’Tis the love for long years cherished,  Yet lingering, lorn, and lone;
Though its lovelier lights have perished,  And its earlier hopes are flown.
Though a weary world hath bound it,  With many a heavy thrall;
And the cold and changed surround it,  It blossometh o’er all.
# Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1836/The Widow's Mite

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* THE WIDOW’S MITE.
* Artist: A. Chisholm - Engraved by: E. Portbury
THE WIDOW'S MITE.
It is the fruit of waking hours  When others are asleep,
When moaning round the low thatched roof  The winds of winter creep.
It is the fruit of summer days  Past in a gloomy room,
When others are abroad to taste  The pleasant morning bloom.
’Tis given from a scanty store  And missed while it is given:
’Tis given—for the claims of earth  Are less than those of heaven.
Few save the poor feel for the poor,  The rich know not how hard
It is to be of needful food  And needful rest debarred.
Their paths are paths of plenteousness;  They sleep on silk and down,
And never think how heavily  The weary head lies down.
They know not of the scanty meal  With small pale faces round;
No fire upon the cold, damp hearth,
 When snow is on the ground.
They never by their window sit,  And see the gay pass by;
Yet take their weary work again,
 Though with a mournful eye.
The rich, they give—they miss it not—  A blessing cannot be
Like that which rests, thou widowed one,
 Upon thy gift and thee!
# Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1837

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Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Fisher’s Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1837
compiled by Peter J. Bolton
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
| Introduction | 4 |
| Cafes in Damascus | 7 |
| Sir Robert Peel | 9 |
| Rebecca | 11 |
| The Delectable Mountains | 13 |
| Robert Blake | 15 |
| Lincoln Cathedral | 18 |
| Cemetery of the Smolensko Church | 20 |
| The Sacred Shrines of Dwarka | 22 |
| Site of the Castle of Ulysses | 24 |
| Expectation | 27 |
| The Lake of Como | 28 |
| The Princess Victoria | 30 |
| A Dutch Interior | 32 |
| The Unknown Grave | 34 |
| Eucles Announcing the Victory of Marathon | 35 |
| The Woodland Brook | 37 |
| Carthage | 38 |
| Lord Melbourne | 40 |
| Bona. The Pirate’s Song | 42 |
| The Church at Polignac | 44 |
| Valetta, Capital of Malta | 46 |
| Derwent Water | 48 |
| The Spanish Page | 50 |
| Dirge | 53 |
| Strada Reale.—Corfu | 54 |
| Claverhouse at the Battle of Bothwell Brig | 56 |
| Antioch | 58 |
| Wm. Wilberforce, Esq. | 61 |
| Lancaster Castle | 63 |
| Sir William Stanley | 65 |
| The Hall of Glennaquoich | 67 |
| Strada St. Ursola.—Malta | 69 |
| Belvoir Castle.—Seat of the Duke of Rutland | 71 |
| Town and Harbour of Ithaca | 74 |
| Regatta.—Windermere Lake | 77 |
| The Earl of Sandwich | 79 |
| Gibraltar. Scene During the Plague | 81 |
| Scale Force, Cumberland | 83 |
| Black Linn of Linklater | 85 |
| The Evening Star | 87 |
# Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1836/The Palace Called Beautiful

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* THE PALACE CALLED BEAUTIFUL.
* Artist: H. Melville - Engraved by: J. C. Bentley
THE PALACE CALLED BEAUTIFUL.
"He lifted up his eyes, and behold there was a very stately palace before him, the name of which was 'Beautiful'. Looking very narrowly before him as he went, he espied two lions in the way."—Pilgrim's Progress.
He wandered on a weary way,
 A weary way he wandered on;
Till eagerness and fortitude—
 Till all but hope were gone.
The night fell dark around his steps,  And terrible is falling night,
For cheerful thoughts of enterprise
 Attend on morning’s light.
And there were Lions in the way—
 The lion mighty in his wrath—
No marvel that the traveller shrank
 From such a dreary path.
Then spake the Porter of the house,  The house that was so fair,
The house whose name was Beautiful,  And bade him not despair.
Chained were the Lions on his way,
 And he could safely pass along,
If that he had a steadfast hope,
 And if his faith were strong.
He entered in the lovely place;  Four maidens at the door,
With wine, and bread, and pleasant words,  His fainting soul restore.
Next morn they furnished him with arms,  That in the sunshine glowed.
Who were the maidens setting forth  The Christian on his road?
Prudence and Piety, intent  On every work of Love,
And Charity, whose youthful heart
 Is tender as the dove.
# Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1836/The Queen’s Room, Sizergh Hall, Westmorland

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* INTERIOR OF SIZERGH HALL, WESTMORLAND.
* Artist: T. Allom - Engraved by: J. Tingle
THE QUEEN’S ROOM, SIZERGH HALL, WESTMORLAND.
Tradition has conferred on this apartment the name of the Queen’s Room. Catherine Parr, the last queen of Henry VIII., is said to have occupied this apartment for several nights after the king’s death.
Y, regal the chamber, and stately the gloom
That the old oaken panels fling over the room;
The carving is gilded—the hangings are rare;
Yet, stranger, I warn thee—Oh! slumber not there.
For when the lamp dies in the dead of the night,
And when the wan moon has exhausted her light,
By that mirror of silver a pale lady stands,
And rends her long tresses and wrings her white hands.
Years have pass’d since that lady smoothed back her bright hair, And asked of the glass if her image was fair:
It was not for her husband she braided its gold,
Or flung from its brightness the veil’s silver fold.
He slew her while watching her cheek where the rose Was reddening in beauty, like sunshine on snows.
He slew her—the glass was yet warm with her breath—
She turn'd to her lover—she turned to her death.
Less crimson the wine-cup that stood at her side,
Than the red stream which gushed with her life on its tide, A groan and a gasp, and the struggle is o’er—
The blood which he spilt is yet there—on the floor.
No prayer by her death-bed—no mass for her soul— No bell on the depths of the midnight to toll;
Unshrouded, uncoffin’d they laid her to rest,
The grave was unholy—the ground was unblest.
She comes with the midnight—meet not her cold eye, It shines but on those who are fated to die.
She comes with the midnight, when spirits have power—
She comes with the midnight, and evil the hour.
She comes from the grave, with its secret and pain, The grave which recalleth its truant again. The chamber grows damp with the charnel-like air;
Then, stranger, I warn thee—oh ! slumber not there.
# Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1836/The Rush-Bearing at Ambleside

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* THE RUSH-BEARING AT AMBLESIDE, WESTMORLAND.
* Artist: T. Allom - Engraved by: J. Redaway
THE RUSH-BEARING AT AMBLESIDE.
UMMER is come, with her leaves and her flowers— Summer is come, with the sun on her hours; The lark in the clouds, and the thrush on the bough, And the dove in the thicket, make melody now. The noon is abroad, but the shadows are cool Where the green rushes grow in the dark forest pool.
We seek not the hedges where violets blow, There alone in the twilight of ev’ning we go; They are love-tokens offered, when heavy with dew,
To a lip yet more fragrant—an eye yet more blue. But leave them alone to their summer-soft dream— We seek the green rushes that grow by the stream.
Away from the meadow, although the long grass Be filled with young flowers that smile as we pass; Where the bird’s eye is bright as the sapphires that shine When the hand of a beauty is decked from the mine. We want not their gems, and we want not their flowers, But we seek the green rush in the dark forest bowers.
The cowslip is ringing its fairy-like chime, Sweet bells, by whose music Titania keeps time; The rose-bush is covered with cups that unfold Their petals that tremble in delicate gold. But we seek not their blossoms in garlands to blend, We seek the green rush where the willow-trees bend.
The green rush, the green rush, we bear it along To the church of our village with triumph and song; We strew the cold chancel, and kneel on it there, While its fresh odours rise with our voices in prayer. Hark the peal from the old tower in praise of it rings, Let us seek the green rush by the deep woodland springs.
In the olden time, when the churches were strewn with rushes, the ceremony of changing them was a yearly religious festival. The custom, once universal, now lingers only in some of the remote northern districts. There, bunches of rushes, gaily ornamented, attended by banners and music, are still borne in triumph by the young people of the village. Last remains of that pastoral poetry which once characterised "merrie England."
# Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1836/The Young Destructive

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* THE YOUNG DESTRUCTIVE.
* Artist: C. Wrankmore - Engraved by: W. C. Wrankmore
THE YOUNG DESTRUCTIVE.
In truth, I do not wonder
 To see them scatter’d round;
So many leaves of knowledge—
 Some fruit must sure be found.
The Eton Latin Grammar
 Has now its verbs declin’d;
And those of Lindley Murray
 Are not so far behind.
Oh! days of bread and water—  How many I recall,
Past—sent into the corner;
 Your face towards the wall.
Oh! boundaries of Europe!  Oh! rivers great and small!
Oh! islands, gulfs, and capitals!  How I abhorr'd ye all!
And then those dreadful tables
 Of shillings, pence, and pounds!
Though I own their greater trouble
 In after life abounds.
’Tis strange how memory lingers  About those early hours;
And we talk of happy childhood,
 As if such had been ours.
But distance lends enchantment
 To all we suffer’d then;
Thank Heaven, that I never
 Can be a child again!
# Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) in Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1836/Valley of Linmouth, North Devon

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* VALLEY OF LINMOUTH, NORTH DEVON.
* Artist: T. Allom - Engraved by: J. C. Bentley
VALLEY OF LINMOUTH, NORTH DEVON.
‘Tis a gloomy place, but I like it well;
There would I choose, alone, to dwell;
The rocks around should friends supply,
Less cold, less hard than those I fly.
I do not care for the rosy flowers,
On them is the shadow of other hours.
I gathered a rose beneath the sun,
In an hour its lovely life was done.
No! here I will find for myself a cave,
Half a home, and half a grave;
Dark in the noontide hour ’twill be—
Dark—and the darker the fitter for me.
The hills are rough, and the hills are bare,
More like the heart that harboureth there.
I shall hear the storm as it rolleth by,
I shall watch the clouds that shadow the sky.
All I ask is never to hear Of human hope or of human fear; I have had enough of both in my day, And I know how their seeming passes away.
The wind may sometimes bear along
The distant sound of the shepherd’s song;
I shall rejoice that no more I share
In fancies and follies that make his care.
The falling leaves will make my bed,
The granite stone will pillow my head;
The cave in the rock is a fitting shrine
For heart so wither’d and worn as mine.
# Letter to Mabel Cantlie (1912)

Nanking, March 12th/1912.
Dear Mrs. Cantlie,
Your welcome letter of February 18th afforded me great pleasure, and it is indeed a delight to see the familiar hand-writing again.
It is true that the Tai Ching dynasty is "a thing of the past" but the dethronement of the Manchus does not mean the complete salvation of China. We have an enormous amount of work ahead of us, and it must be accomplished in order that she may be ranked as a great power among the family of nations.
I thank you for your earnest prayers offered in my behalf. I am glad to tell you that we are going to have religious toleration in China, and I'm sure that Christianity will flourish under the new regime.
I am going to Canton shortly and there try to convert the old city into a new and modern one.
My family is in Nanking with me. My son will return to America for his education, and I am contemplating sending my elder daughter along with her brother for the same purpose. If they should come to England I shall ask them to make it a point to call on you and the doctor.
I close this letter with my kindest regards and best wishes to you and Dr. Cantlie, I remain,
Yours sincerely,
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# Letter to Martha Jefferson - November 28, 1783

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MY DEAR PATSY — After four days journey I arrived here without any accident and in as good health as when I left Philadelphia. The conviction that you would be more improved in the situation I have placed you than if still with me, has solaced me on my parting with you, which my love for you has rendered a difficult thing. The acquirements which I hope you will make under the tutors I have provided for you will render you more worthy of my love, and if they cannot increase it they will prevent it's diminution. Consider the good lady who has taken you under her roof, who has undertaken to see that you perform all your exercises, and to admonish you in all those wanderings from what is right or what is clever to which your inexperience would expose you, consider her I say as your mother, as the only person to whom, since the loss with which heaven has been pleased to afflict you, you can now look up; and that her displeasure or disapprobation on any occasion will be an immense misfortune which should you be so unhappy as to incur by any unguarded act, think no concession too much to regain her good will. With respect to the distribution of your time the following is what I should approve.
from 8. to 10 o'clock practise music. from 10. to 1. dance one day and draw another from 1. to 2. draw on the day you dance, and write a letter the next day. from 3. to 4. read French. from 4. to 5. exercise yourself in music. from 5. till bedtime read English, write &c.
Communicate this plan to Mrs. Hopkinson and if she approves of it pursue it. As long as Mrs. Trist remains in Philadelphia cultivate her affections. She has been a valuable friend to you and her good sense and good heart make her valued by all who know her and by nobody on earth more than by me. I expect you will write to me by every post. Inform me what books you read, what tunes you learn, and inclose me your best copy of every lesson in drawing. Write also one letter every week either to your aunt Eppes, your aunt Skipwith, your aunt Carr, or the little lady from whom I now inclose a letter, and always put the letter you so write under cover to me. Take care that you never spell a word wrong. Always before you write a word consider how it is spelt, and if you do not remember it, turn to a dictionary. It produces great praise to a lady to spell well. I have placed my happiness on seeing you good and accomplished, and no distress which this world can now bring on me could equal that of your disappointing my hopes. If you love me then, strive to be good under every situation and to all living creatures, and to acquire those accomplishments which I have put in your power, and which will go far towards ensuring you the warmest love of your affectionate father,
P. S. Keep my letters and read them at times that you may always have present in your mind those things which will endear you to me.
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# Letter to Mary, Queen of Scots

MADAME, of late time I have receaved divers letters from yow to the which you maie well gesse, by the accidentes of time, whie I have not made anie answer; but speciallie because I sawe no matter in them that required any such answer as could have contented yow, and to have discontented yow had bin but an increase of your impatience which I thought tyme would have mitigated as it doth comminlie where the cause thereof is not truelie grounded and that it be so understand; but now findinge by your last letter the 27th of the last, an increase of your impatience tending allsoe to manie uncomelie, passionate, and vindicative speeches, I thought to change my former opinion and by patient and advised wordes to move yow to staie, or ells to qualifie your passions, and to consider that it is not the manner to obtaine good thinges with evill speeches, nor benefitts with injurious chalenges, nor to gett good to yourself with doinge evill to another.
And yet to avoyd the fault which I note yow have comitted in filling a longe letter with multitude of sharpe and injurious wordes, I will not by way of letter write anie more of the matter, but have rather chosen to committ to my cosin the Erle of Shrewsbury the thinges which I have thought meete upon the readinge of your letters to be imparted unto you, as in a memorial in wrytinge he hath to shewe you: wherwith I thinke yf reason may be present with you, and passion absent at the reading, you will folowe hereafter rather the course of the last part of your letter then the first; the later being wrytten as in a calme and the former in a storme, wishing you the same grace of God that I wish to myself, and that he maie direct you to desire and attaine to that which is meete for his honnor and your quietnes, with contentacion both of bodie and minde. Given at my Pallace of Westminster the first daie of February 1571.
Your Cosyn that wisheth you a better mynde.
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# Letter to Martha Jefferson - December 11, 1783

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MY DEAR PATSY
— I wrote you by the post this day fortnight, since which I h received two letters from you. I am afraid that you may not have sent to the post office and therefore that my letter may be still lying there. Tho' my business here may not let me write to you every week yet it will not be amiss for you to enquire at the office every week. I wrote to Mr. House by the last post. Perhaps his letter may still be in the office. I hope you will have good sense enough to disregard those foolish predictions that the world is to be at an end soon. The almighty has never made known to any body at what time he created it, nor will he tell any body when he means to put an end to it, if ever he means to do it. As to preparations for that event, the best way is for you to be always prepared for it. The only way to be so is never to do nor say a bad thing. If ever you are about to say any thing amiss or to do any thing wrong, consider before hand. You will feel something within you which will tell you it is wrong and ought not to be said or done: this is your conscience, and be sure to obey it. Our maker has given us all, this faithful internal Monitor, and if you always obey it, you will always be prepared for the end of the world: or for a much more certain event which is death. This must happen to all: it puts an end to the world as to us, and the way to be ready for it is never to do a wrong act. I am glad you are proceeding regularly under your tutors. You must not let the sickness of your French master interrupt your reading French, because you are able to do that with the help of your dictionary. Remember I desired you to send me the best copy you should make of every lesson Mr. Cimitiere should set you. In this I hope you will be punctual because it will let me see how you are going on. Always let me know too what tunes you play. Present my compliments to Mrs. Hopkinson, Mrs. House and Mrs. Trist. I had a letter from your uncle Eppes last week informing me that Polly is very well, and Lucy recovered from an indispostion.
I am my dear Patsy your affectionate father, Th:Jefferson
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# Letter to Mabel Cantlie (1908)

Singapore, June 15, 1908.
Dear Mrs Cantlie:
Many thanks for your kind letter of May 10th. I was very glad to hear from you and to know that my venerated Doctor is prospering and in good spirit as ever, and all my young friends have done so well in their student careers.
Yes, it is true that China is begin to follow the step of progress and its people is also begin to awake rapidly. But we do not believe that the Manchu Government is very pleased to such a change. The promise made by the throne to grant a constitution is merely a matter of throwing dust on the eyes of the world. I think a Parliament cannot be so easily obtained unless the people of China is strongly enough to demand it by force, so I am working harder than ever to promote the cause of the people. To oppose the present Government to the bitter end will do more good to China than any compromising for if we once relax our pressure our Manchu rules will soon go back to their old way as before. If the Manchus can change into better well and good, if not force is the only resort for the people to vindicate their right. We are preparing for the last solution.
With my best regards to you and D$^r$ Cantlie and all my young friends.
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