Letter from Emma Evans to her cousin Arthur Phelps.  Transcribed from a scan of the original in March 2015 by Penelope Forrest, born Phelps, great granddaughter of Arthur.

 

                                                                                                Octr 19th [1853]

Dearest Pumpy,

            I gave your message to Madlle & sent off her seal on Saturday – in an unfinished state, I need not tell you. You know my little peculiarities on that point.

            Such a sea there is today! Yesterday it could hardly muster up energy to make the slightest ripple, & at sunset, it was like a sea of oil – which looks better than it sounds – reflecting that metallic green & red that one often sees in stormy sunsets & which Danby delights to paint, & today, walking on the esplanade, a great raised walk 7 or 8 feet high, the sea came quite up to the bottom of it & actually dashed some shingles in my face as I stood watching it. Plenty of surf I received too of course. Such waves there were! curling themselves over till they made great caves underneath, some smooth & snowy white inside, from the surf of their predecessor. But it's of no use talking about the sea, one might go on for ever & be none the forwarder.

            Both your letters arrived together on Saturday – whether by mistake of the Post or of someone else I know not. As to describing the place, I will try, but I am not addicted to descriptions. It faces the south as you know, & there are hills all round, with the town principally built up a sort of small valley to the N.E. That is the old town, a regular fishing plan with the usual amount of narrow allies & tarred wooden houses. To the E are rather high sand stone cliffs, with a fine outline and a very pleasant colour, & horizontal lines, that make it look like gigantic Masonry. On the top are the Fairlight Downs – from whence you may see Dover & France, & if you are of the porcine race, a good deal of wind. Along the beach are new houses, terraces Crescents & Parades, to the other end of St Leonards. There is no visible separation between the two towns. There are two old Churches – one very picturesque outside – both with a good deal the same character, with low massive towers & no steeples. The Castle, with its tea-gardens & neat tamarisk hedges, I think I told you of, also "Mr Vores's Church" – of theatrical design.

            Mrs Birt is at St Leonard's. She is a very old friend of Papa's, & a very kind one, Mrs Mather too (Mrs Robertson's Sister) & Miss M, & Mrs Taylor with 5 of her daughters are here. I dare say you have heard of the Taylors from Joe, if indeed you did not see them when you were at Canterbury.

            Touching your going to Madeira, I will not give up all hope of it yet, though as you will see from Fanny's letter, Uncle John seems to set his face decidedly against it. But remember, dearest Pumps, that if it is decided that you do not go, it will be because it is better for you not. Don't let your thoughts rest on the secondary orderers of events, Uncle John & so forth. I have just been reading Carlyle's Life of Schiller, in which that fault recurs again & again. Such passages as, "From first to last his circumstances were against him" &c &c do grate against one's mind & conscience if one thinks for a moment that circumstances are God's education for us. But all this you can think for yourself – & I hope do.

            Papa goes on better than he did last week, & is nearly as well as usual now. I mean to send you Madlle's letter, a favour I hope you will properly appreciate – & when you send it back, tell me about the dreary party at R. P.

            The Selwyn's were to sail from Gravesend yesterday. What a day for their first! I am going to write to J. M. so think yourself lucky to have had so much from me.

            And with Papa's & Mamma's love to you – & mine, I am dear old boy your very affectionate Cousin Emma.

B has returned home after the Voluntary Theological Exam but he does not know if he is through & will not just yet, for they do not publish the list till 3 weeks afterwards – which is a very barbarous proceeding.

 

 

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