United States or Turkey ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
I had cooked Sultan without taking out his in'ards! There was no dinner that day except bread-sauce, beautifully made, well-cooked vegetables, and pastry like the foam of the sea. I had a wonderful hand for pastry! My hour of rising at this pleasant place near Mackery End in Hertfordshire was six. Then I washed the babies. I had a perfect mania for washing everything and everybody.
And upon wet days in my library, I conjure up the image of the thin, bent old gentleman Charles Lamb to sit over against me, and I watch his kindly, beaming eye, as he recites with poor stuttering voice, between the whiffs of his pipe, over and over, those always new stories of "Christ's Hospital," and the cherished "Blakesmoor," and "Mackery End."
May 28, 1819, My Dear M.. I want to know how your brother is, if you have heard lately. I want to know about you, I wish you were nearer. How are my cousins, the Gladmans of Wheathampstead, and Farmer Bruton? Mrs. Bruton is a glorious woman, "Hail, Mackery End!" This is a fragment of a blank-verse poem which. I once meditated, but got no farther.
Dolphin Smith, the farmer, who had been there over forty years, I spent in 1902 some time in the same parlour in which the Lambs had been entertained. Harpenden, on the north-west, has grown immensely since Lamb's day, and the houses at the Folly, between Wheathampstead and the Cherry Trees, are new; but Mackery End, or Mackrye End as the farmer's waggons have it, remains unencroached upon.
This letter is in America and has never been printed except privately; nor, if its owner can help it, will it. Old Walter Plumer. See the essay on "The South-Sea House." Bad passions. Bridget Elia. This is Lamb's first reference in the essays to Mary Lamb under this name. See "Mackery End" and "Old China."
The oldest thing I remember is Mackery End; or Mackarel End, as it is spelt, perhaps more properly, in some old maps of Hertfordshire; a farm-house, delightfully situated within a gentle walk from Wheathampstead. I can just remember having been there, on a visit to a great-aunt, when I was a child, under the care of Bridget; who, as I have said, is older than myself by some ten years.
For though I had forgotten it, we had never forgotten being there together, and we had been talking about Mackery End all our lives, till memory on my part became mocked with a phantom of itself, and I thought I knew the aspect of a place, which, when present, O how unlike it was to that, which I had conjured up so many times instead of it!
Battle's Opinions on Whist," "Mackery End," "Grace Before Meat," "Dream Children," and many others being chosen apparently at random, but all leading to a delightful interpretation of the life of London, as it appeared to a quiet little man who walked unnoticed through its crowded streets.
That bound me to B . In the letter to Crabb Robinson "that bound me to the Temple." Your Corporation Library. In the letter "The Temple Library." He had one Song. Garrick's "Hearts of Oak." London Magazine, March, 1823. This essay forms a pendant, or complement, to "Mackery End in Hertfordshire," completing the portrait of Mary Lamb begun there.
Near by is the fine old mansion which is Mackery End house proper; Lamb's Mackery End was the farm. Lamb's first visit there must have been when he was a very little boy somewhere about 1780. Probably we may see recollections of it in Mary Lamb's story "The Farmhouse" in Mrs. A great-aunt.
Word Of The Day