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Next month I am going to move to a cottage at Swallowfield, so called, I suppose, because those migratory birds meet by millions every autumn in the park there, now belonging to some friends of mine, and still famous as the place where Lord Clarendon wrote his history. That place is still almost a palace; mine an humble but very prettily placed cottage.
Parsons, to Dr. Holmes, to Mr. Whittier, to Professor Longfellow, to Mr. Taylor, to Mr. Stoddard, to Mrs. Sparks, and above all to the excellent Mr. Ticknor and the dear W s. Ever yours, M.R.M. Swallowfield, July 28, 1854.
I was unluckily gone to take home the dear visitors who cheer me daily and whom I so wish you to see. God bless you all, dear friends. Ever most affectionately yours, M.R.M. Swallowfield, September 24, 1852 My Very Dear Mr. Fields: I am beginning to get very fidgety about you, and thinking rather too often, not only of the breadth of the Atlantic, but of its dangers.
She was staying in the country with a friend who drove with her to Swallowfield to call on Miss Mitford, and on her return to her friend's house she made the little sketch, and in this tiny portrait I can see the refinement, the sweetness, the animation and charm which she undoubtedly possessed.
Thus at Swallowfield Park, the residence of Lady Russell, was found, when an old tree was grubbed up, some gold and silver coins of the reign of Charles I. It is probable that a Cavalier, when hard pressed, threw his purse into a hollow tree, intending, if he escaped, to return and rescue it.
Chorley saw the entrance of the Empereur into the Tuileries. He looked radiant. The more I read that elegy on the death of Daniel Webster, the more I find to admire. It is as grand as a dirge upon an organ. Love to the dear W s and to Dr. Holmes. Ever, dearest Mr. Fields, most gratefully yours, M.R.M. Swallowfield, January 5, 1853.
I am now going back to my first visit to this green retreat; it was in the course of one of those Easter walks I have spoken of, and the way was through Reading and by Three Mile Cross and Swallowfield. On this occasion I conceived a dislike to Reading which I have never quite got over, for it seemed an unconscionably big place for two slow pedestrians to leave behind.
The present Lady of the Manor, who loves old traditions, has done her part to preserve the records for her children. So Miss Mitford walked from Three Mile Cross to Swallowfield to end her days, with these kind friends to cheer and to comfort her.
'I am charmed with my new cottage, she writes soon after her last installation; 'the neighbours are most kind. Kingsley was one of the first to call upon her. 'He took me quite by surprise in his extraordinary fascination, says the old lady. Mr. Fields, the American publisher, also went to see Miss Mitford at Swallowfield, and immediately became a very great ally of hers.
Ever, dear Miss Priscilla, very affectionately yours, In the present writer's own early days, when the now owner of Swallowfield was a very young, younger son, she used to hear him and his sister, Mrs. I think I should like to reverse the old proverb about letting those who run read, my own particular fancy being for reading first and running afterwards.
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