GE Journal, London, 31 December 1870
Title
GE Journal, London, 31 December 1870
Title
GE Journal, London, 31 December 1870
Sender
Ge Journal
Recipient
U
Date(s)
- 1870-12-31
Place
London
Letter Content
GE Journal, London, 31 December 1870
MS: Tinker Collection, Yale. Extracts published: Cross, III, 126-127.
December 31.
On Wednesday the 21st we went to Ryde to see Madame Bodichon at Swanmore Parsonage, a house which she had taken for two months. We had a pleasant and healthy visit, walking much in the frosty air. On Christmas day I went with her to the Ritualist Church which is attached to the Parsonage and heard some excellent intoning by the delicate-faced tenor-voiced clergyman Mr. Hooker Wicks. 244 On Wednesday last, the 28th, Barbara came up to town with us. We found the cold here more severe than at Ryde, and the papers tell of still harder weather about Paris where our fellow-men are suffering and inflicting horrors. Am I doing anything that will add the weight of a sandgrain against the persistence of such evil?
Here is the last day of 1870. I have written only 100 pages -- good printed pages -- of a story which I began about the opening of November, and at present mean to call "Miss Brooke." Poetry halts just now.
In my private lot I am unspeakably happy, loving and beloved. But I am doing little for others.
MS: Tinker Collection, Yale. Extracts published: Cross, III, 126-127.
December 31.
On Wednesday the 21st we went to Ryde to see Madame Bodichon at Swanmore Parsonage, a house which she had taken for two months. We had a pleasant and healthy visit, walking much in the frosty air. On Christmas day I went with her to the Ritualist Church which is attached to the Parsonage and heard some excellent intoning by the delicate-faced tenor-voiced clergyman Mr. Hooker Wicks. 244 On Wednesday last, the 28th, Barbara came up to town with us. We found the cold here more severe than at Ryde, and the papers tell of still harder weather about Paris where our fellow-men are suffering and inflicting horrors. Am I doing anything that will add the weight of a sandgrain against the persistence of such evil?
Here is the last day of 1870. I have written only 100 pages -- good printed pages -- of a story which I began about the opening of November, and at present mean to call "Miss Brooke." Poetry halts just now.
In my private lot I am unspeakably happy, loving and beloved. But I am doing little for others.
Citation
Ge Journal, GE Journal, London, 31 December 1870, Complete George Eliot Letters(2026), George Eliot Archive, edited by Beverley Park Rilett. https://GeorgeEliotArchive.org, Accessed September 7, 2026. https://georgeeliotarchive.org/items/show/91928