[22 Paradise Road, Northampton, Mass.]
I have never left so long a lapse between letters: butPerkinses, the;j7 I cabled to the Perkins’s just before Christmas (not knowing where you were, but assuming that you would be with them) and to you on New Year’s Day, assuming that you would be back in Northampton to receive it. And this last week I have had a letter from you, the first for a long time. It is no. 68 of December 3d; and the last one before it was no. 65: so there are two which I have not yet received. However, the content and tone of your letter was such as to encourage me to believe that nothing very untoward or unusual had occurred in the meantime, and there were no obscure references to the missing letters.
I did not write any letters during the days after Christmas in which I had hoped to clear up correspondence, as I took to bed for the better part of four days on Boxing Day. I had only a slight cold, and a very little temperature (not worth taking), but I was very tired. I had not taken to my bed since last winter; last summer’s holidays amounted to only ten days in Wales; and I came back from that to the opening of the air raid season – so I think I have done rather well, and the four days rest, sleep and solitude was very timely. Now I feel much better than before: I profit by these occasional small illnesses. I am also taking tonic and vitamins, and I think eating more than ever before, as the food is so plentiful and good in this house. Of course the weekly excursions to London, with fortnightly excursions to Oxford, are very tiring, as there is so much to do in a short time: But my health is really better this winter than for many winters past.
TheShamley Wood, SurreyChristmas at;a5 Christmas here was a very quiet one, of course: except for the jollification in the kitchen, which was enhanced by the presence of the evacuees and their relatives from London and from the forces, and a few odd soldiers, making a party of nearly thirty. The weather has been very cold, but not unpleasant; though of course with the daylight saving in operation the morning begins very late. ItChrist Church, Shamley Greenmidwinter morning services at;a4 is odd not only to go to early church in the dark, and have the service with only the altar candles for light but also to come home before dawn. Just this morning (Epiphany) it had begun to be almost daylight as I walked back. The walk itself is very pleasant: down the steep hill through fir trees and pines, across the village green past the Bricklayers’ Arms, and up another little hill to the parish church.1 No one else goes to this church, except some of the servants who go later, when at all; Hope and Miss Moncrieff being R. C. andMirrlees, Emily Lina ('Mappie', née Moncrieff)her religion;a7 Mrs. Mirrlees Christian Scientist. I wish she was not, because a rather frail old lady who refuses to have a doctor or take medicine is rather a source of anxiety: butMirrlees, Maj.-Gen. William Henry Buchanan ('Reay');a2 the news from Libya, where her son is, has been very tonic.2 Last weekde la Mares, thegive TSE wartime refuge;a6 I stayed with the De la Mares in Hertfordshire, the Fabers being away: they have a houseful of children, four of their own, and three of her sister’s, all busy pasting stamps into new albums, and very pleased with some American stamps I presented; andRoberts, Janetsends TSE butter;a5 I was also able to pass on to them a pot of butter sent me by Janet Roberts (which I did not need, because we get enough butter here, and it is good for children[)]: on the other hand they can let me have tea if I want it, because most of the children are not old enough to drink it. MrsMirrlees, Emily Lina ('Mappie', née Moncrieff)as horticulturalist;a8. Mirrlees is an enthusiastic gardener, andPerkins, Edith (EH's aunt)as horticulturalist;e7 might almost be able to discuss these subjects at Mrs. Perkins’s level: but the soil here is poor, the garden slopes down the hill and drains too quickly, and as house and garden are modern she has not been able to create a garden worth visiting. However, she has secured a number of new flowering trees and shrubs which the gardener is busy putting in; andde la Mare, Richardoffers Mrs Mirrlees seedlings;a4 Richard de la Mare, who is also a gardener, has offered seedlings of some of the varieties of plant in which he specialises, so these things help to keep her mind cheerful and serene.
IArchbishop of York's Conference, Malvern 1941;a4 am dreading having to go off to the Malvern Conference tomorrow: cold, tiring, and probably indifferent food. Also too many bishops. (WhichNew English Weekly;b7 reminds me to ask whether the New English Weekly is still being sent to you, as it should be. MrsWelch, Margaret Pearmain;a1. Sohier Welch3 has now ceased to be American correspondent: she does not seem to be very friendly to Britain.) AndMoot, The;b7 after that I have to go on to the Moot at Newbury: six continuous days of conferences, after which I shall try to rest; but I shall have arrears of business to make up. I return here on Monday.
IDry Salvages, Thefirst draft;a4 have just finished the poem to follow ‘East Coker’; that is to say, I shall probably keep it by to tinker with for some weeks yet, before I consider it ready to show.4 ISunday Times;a3 am not quite sure about the last section; but otherwise I am fairly well satisfied, thoughEast Cokersales;b4 I have a feeling it will not be so popular as its predecessor, ofEast Cokerreception;b5 whichMacCarthy, Desmondreviews East Coker;a8 we have sold 6000 copies, and which has recently had an enthusiastic review in the Sunday Times by Desmond Mac Carthy [sic].5 I hope that you received the copy I sent, andOld Possum’s Book of Practical Catsselling strongly;d1 also the illustrated Cats which has sold moderately well. TheAmericaNew England;f9and The Dry Salvages;b3 new poem is all about the sea, more than E. C. was about the land, with a good deal of New England in it. InLittle Giddingin the Four Quartets scheme;a6 the fourth and last of the series I mean to return, to Huntingdonshire (Little Gidding). When that I [sc. is] done I may feel ripe to do another essay following up the Christian Society: let us hope that after that conditions will be such as to encourage me to settle down to the much longer job of a play.
I am thrilled by the prospect of receiving a photograph, andFabers, the;f4 hope that I shall find it at Fabers’ on Monday – together with the two missing letters. And I hope that the portrait will not be so ‘pathetic looking’ as the parcel: if it shows you looking well that is the best Christmas gift I could have. InShamley Wood, Surreyhis situation as paying guest;a2 your letter of the 3d you ask for a description of the house, household and environment, but I am sure that I have already attempted this. There are not many neighbours, and the steep hill is a heavy charge on people’s petrol rations. YoungNoel-Buxton, Rufusvisits to Shamley;a3 Rufus Noel-Buxton, a very nice lad who has been discharged from the army on grounds of health, occasionally cycles over and there are those Chilean friends of Marguerite, who, being diplomats, get more petrol than most people. Have you a photograph of yourself made up for the Christmas College Theatricals? I hope so, as it sounds amusing. I am impatient for a letter telling me how you have spent your vacation; and I trust that you will begin the New Year, as I do, in a rather more cheerful mood than a year ago. But I need your thoughts and prayers as much as ever.
1.Christ Church, Shamley Green.
2.In Dec. 1940 British Empire forces had begun an offensive into the Italian colony of Libya from western Egypt, which had quickly been very successful. Advances would continue into Feb. when fortunes were reversed by the arrival of German troops to aid their ally.
3.See Elizabeth F. Fideler, Margaret Pearmain Welch (1893–1984): Proper Bostonian, Activist, Pacifist, Reformer, Preservationist (2018).
4.‘The Dry Salvages’.
5.Desmond MacCarthy, ‘T. S. Eliot’, Sunday Times, 29 Dec. 1940, 4: ‘Mr Eliot’s latest poem is a singularly personal, grave, beautiful meditation in changing rhythms … I am tempted to declare that “East Coker” (grotesque title that!) is the most beautiful poem he has written. I have read it several times, and at each re-perusal it has moved me more … I expect Mr Eliot’s greatest admirers to think that he has never handled images, words, metres, cadences, more delicately …
‘This is a singularly grave and beautiful poem, free from his shy affectations and deliberate mystifications.’
12.Richardde la Mare, Richard de la Mare (1901–86) – elder son of the poet Walter de la Mare – director of F&F, in charge of design and production: see Biographical Register.
1.DesmondMacCarthy, Desmond MacCarthy (1877–1952), literary and dramatic critic, was intimately associated with the Bloomsbury Group. Literary editor of the New Statesman, 1920–7; editor of Life and Letters, 1928–33; he moved in 1928 to the Sunday Times, where he was the chief reviewer for many years. See Desmond MacCarthy: The Man and His Writings (1984); Hugh and Mirabel Cecil, Clever Hearts: Desmond and Molly MacCarthy: A Biography (1990).
3.HopeMirrlees, Emily Lina ('Mappie', née Moncrieff) Mirrlees’s mother was Emily Lina Mirrlees, née Moncrieff (1862–1948) – known as ‘Mappie’ or ‘Mappy’ – see Biographical Register.
1.MajMirrlees, Maj.-Gen. William Henry Buchanan ('Reay').-Gen. William Henry Buchanan ‘Reay’ Mirrlees, DSO, CB, MC (1892–1964), served in the Royal Artillery. He was the only son of William Julius and Emily Lina Mirrlees, brother of Hope Mirrlees.
1.RufusNoel-Buxton, Rufus Buxton (1917–80), a scholar of Balliol College, Oxford, was to become 2nd Baron Noel-Buxton. In WW2 he was invalided from an Officer Cadet Training Unit and became a research assistant at the Agricultural Economics Research Institute in Oxford, while also lecturing to the forces. After two further years as a producer on the BBC North American Service, he joined Farmers’ Weekly, 1950–2. In later years he became famous for fording a number of perilous English rivers. His publications include Without the Red Flag (1936); The Ford: A Poem (1955); Westminster Wader (F&F, 1957).