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Updated: June 26, 2025
It almost touches Boscombe, that eastern extension of the great town that has sprung into being within the last fifty years. Southbourne is said to be bracing; it is certainly a great contrast to the bustle and glitter of its great neighbour.
Cox in his Little Guide to Hampshire draws attention to the fact that the conception is "an obvious parody of a Pieta, or the Virgin supporting the Dead Christ" and therefore in the worst possible taste. The poet had no personal connexion with Christchurch. His son lived for some years at Boscombe Manor.
Now for the facts. "On June 3rd, that is, on Monday last, McCarthy left his house at Hatherley about three in the afternoon and walked down to the Boscombe Pool, which is a small lake formed by the spreading out of the stream which runs down the Boscombe Valley.
Certainly this triumph over death beats even Dr. Gull's nursing of the Prince of Wales. It is the myth of Hercules and Alcestis. May 4th. Visit to Drummond Wolff at Boscombe. A further look at Southbourne. I chose the site I afterwards purchased. 8th. The King of the Belgians presided at the Literary Fund dinner. Disraeli made a capital speech. 18th. Visit to Mrs. Grote at Sheire.
She did a good deal of slumming at the time when it was fashionable, and started a home for women of a certain kind all that sort of thing. Barker is by way of being a millionaire, and they live in great style; have Royalties down at Boscombe, and so on. Well, Mrs. Carnaby has got hold of her. I don't know how she managed it. Just after that affair it looked as if she would have a bad time.
Arbuthnot, who had been visiting her, and to the widow of Professor Huxley who was staying at Eastbourne; and the second, which is amusing enough, records her experiences among some very uncongenial people at Boscombe.
Your mother isn't on the shelf yet; she can hold her own, even in the Boscombe, against the whole barnyard." Linda, at the entrance to the dining-room, whispered, "There he is." But immediately Mr. Bardwell was smiling and speaking to them. "I had a delightful conversation with your little girl to-day," he told Mrs. Condon; "such a pretty child and well brought up."
Linda failed completely to grasp the allusions of this wit but a sharp uneasiness always responded like the lingering stale memory of a bad dream. Once, at the Boscombe, her mother had been too silly for words: she had giggled and embraced her sweet little girl, torn an expensive veil to shreds and dropped a French model hat into the tub.
I shall take nothing for granted until I have the opportunity of looking personally into it. I will explain the state of things to you, as far as I have been able to understand it, in a very few words. "Boscombe Valley is a country district not very far from Ross, in Herefordshire. The largest landed proprietor in that part is a Mr.
With these in hand she found a quiet spot, sheltered from the August sun, where she could sit and read. She read eagerly, enviously. And before long her eye fell upon a paragraph in which was a name she knew. Lady Isobel Barker, in her lovely retreat at Boscombe, was entertaining a large house-party; in the list appeared Mrs. Hugh Carnaby. Unmistakable: Mrs. Hugh Carnaby.
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