GE to Sara Sophia Hennell, [Foleshill, December 1848]
Title
GE to Sara Sophia Hennell, [Foleshill, December 1848]
Title
GE to Sara Sophia Hennell, [Foleshill, December 1848]
Sender
George Eliot
Recipient
Sara Sophia Hennell
Date(s)
- 1848-12
Place
[FOLESHILL]
Letter Content
GE to Sara Sophia Hennell, [Foleshill, December 1848]
MS: Yale. Endorsed: Dec. 1848. Published: Cross, I, 193.
Cara sposa
Father's tongue has just given utterance to a thought which has been very visibly radiating from his eager eyes for some minutes -- "I thought you were going on with the book --" so I can only bless you for those two notes which have emanated from you like so much ambrosial scent from roses and lavender. Not less am I grateful for the Carlyle eulogium. 765 I have shed some quite delicious tears over it. This is a world worth abiding in while one man can thus venerate and love another.
More anon -- this from my doleful prison of stupidity and barrenness with a yawning trap-door ready to let me down into utter fatuity. But I can even yet feel the omnipotence of a glorious chord. Poor pebble as I am left entangled among slimy weeds I can yet hear from afar the rushing of the blessed torrent and rejoice that it is there to bathe and brighten other pebbles less unworthy of the polishing.
Pollian.
MS: Yale. Endorsed: Dec. 1848. Published: Cross, I, 193.
Cara sposa
Father's tongue has just given utterance to a thought which has been very visibly radiating from his eager eyes for some minutes -- "I thought you were going on with the book --" so I can only bless you for those two notes which have emanated from you like so much ambrosial scent from roses and lavender. Not less am I grateful for the Carlyle eulogium. 765 I have shed some quite delicious tears over it. This is a world worth abiding in while one man can thus venerate and love another.
More anon -- this from my doleful prison of stupidity and barrenness with a yawning trap-door ready to let me down into utter fatuity. But I can even yet feel the omnipotence of a glorious chord. Poor pebble as I am left entangled among slimy weeds I can yet hear from afar the rushing of the blessed torrent and rejoice that it is there to bathe and brighten other pebbles less unworthy of the polishing.
Pollian.
Signature
Pollian.
Citation
George Eliot, GE to Sara Sophia Hennell, [Foleshill, December 1848], 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/93836