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Mr. and Mrs. Leigh Perrot were the uncle and aunt who lived
at Paragon, Bath, and it would seem that the Steventon family,
having made up their mind to settle in Bath upon Mr. George Austen's
giving over his clerical duties to his son, made the Perrots'
house their head-quarters whilst they looked about for a fitting abode.
Cassandra Austen seems to have been visiting, first at Mrs. Lloyd's
and then at Kintbury, for to these places the letters are addressed.
They have not many allusions which require explanation, being chiefly
occupied by observations regarding the search for a house, the people
whom Jane encountered at Bath, and the news they heard of the sale
of their effects at Steventon Rectory. I suppose "the Chamberlaynes"
to have been the family of the Rev. Thomas Chamberlayne,
rector and patron of Charlton, who married in 1799 Maria Francesca,
daughter of Captain Robert Walter, R. N., and whose eldest son
is described in "Burke's Landed Gentry" as Thomas Chamberlayne,
of Cranbury Park and Weston Grove, Hants -- which, by the way,
the unwary reader must not confound with the Weston to which Jane
and Mrs. Chamberlayne walked, which was, of course, the Weston by Bath,
celebrated for the battle of 1643, in which the Royalist Sir
Bevil Grenville lost his life, and which was fought on Lansdown,
mostly in this parish, from which the present Marquis of that name
takes his title.
It will be seen that there is an "hiatus" in the letters after 1801,
for I have discovered none between May in that year and August, 1805.
During this period the family lived in Bath, first at No. 4 Sydney Terrace,
and afterwards in Green Park Buildings, until Mr. Austen's death.
Before the move to Southampton, which occurred later in the same year,
Jane went to pay a visit to her relations in Kent, from which county
the next letters were written.
Paragon: Tuesday (May 5).
MY DEAR CASSANDRA,
I have the pleasure of writing from my own room up two pair of stairs,
with everything very comfortable about me.
Our journey here was perfectly free from accident or event;
we changed horses at the end of every stage, and paid at almost
every turn-pike. We had charming weather, hardly any dust,
and were exceedingly agreeable, as we did not speak above once
in three miles.
Between Luggershall and Everley we made our grand meal, and then
with admiring astonishment perceived in what a magnificent manner
our support had been provided for. We could not with the utmost
exertion consume above the twentieth part of the beef.
The cucumber will, I believe, be a very acceptable present,
as my uncle talks of having inquired the price of one lately,
when he was told a shilling.
We had a very neat chaise from Devizes; it looked almost as
well as a gentleman's, at least as a very shabby gentleman's;
in spite of this advantage, however, we were above three hours coming
from thence to Paragon, and it was half after seven by your clocks
before we entered the house.
Frank, whose black head was in waiting in the Hall window, received us
very kindly; and his master and mistress did not show less cordiality.
They both look very well, though my aunt has a violent cough.
We drank tea as soon as we arrived, and so ends the account
of our journey, which my mother bore without any fatigue.
How do you do to-day? I hope you improve in sleeping -- I think you must,
because I fall off; I have been awake ever since five and sooner;
I fancy I had too much clothes over me; I thought I should by the feel
of them before I went to bed, but I had not courage to alter them.
I am warmer here without any fire than I have been lately with
an excellent one.
Well, and so the good news is confirmed, and Martha triumphs.
My uncle and aunt seemed quite surprised that you and my father
were not coming sooner.
I have given the soap and the basket, and each have been kindly received.
One thing only among all our concerns has not arrived in safety:
when I got into the chaise at Devizes I discovered that your drawing
ruler was broke in two; it is just at the top where the cross-piece
is fastened on. I beg pardon.
There is to be only one more ball -- next Monday is the day.
The Chamberlaynes are still here. I begin to think better
of Mrs. C----, and upon recollection believe she has rather a long
chin than otherwise, as she remembers us in Gloucestershire when we
were very charming young women.
The first view of Bath in fine weather does not answer my expectations;
I think I see more distinctly through rain. The sun was got
behind everything, and the appearance of the place from the top
of Kingsdown was all vapour, shadow, smoke, and confusion.
I fancy we are to have a house in Seymour Street, or thereabouts.
My uncle and aunt both like the situation. I was glad to hear
the former talk of all the houses in New King Street as too small;
it was my own idea of them. I had not been two minutes in the
dining-room before he questioned me with all his accustomary eager
interest about Frank and Charles, their views and intentions.
I did my best to give information.
I am not without hopes of tempting Mrs. Lloyd to settle in Bath;
meat is only 8d. per pound, butter 12d., and cheese 9 1/2 d. You must
carefully conceal from her, however, the exorbitant price of fish:
a salmon has been sold at 2s. 9d. per pound the whole fish.
The Duchess of York's removal is expected to make that article more
reasonable -- and till it really appears so, say nothing about salmon.
Tuesday night. -- When my uncle went to take his second glass of water
I walked with him, and in our morning's circuit we looked at two
houses in Green Park Buildings, one of which pleased me very well.
We walked all over it except into the garret; the dining-room
is of a comfortable size, just as large as you like to fancy it;
the second room about 14 ft. square. The apartment over the drawing-room
pleased me particularly, because it is divided into two, the smaller one
a very nice-sized dressing-room, which upon occasion might admit a bed.
The aspect is south-east. The only doubt is about the dampness
of the offices, of which there were symptoms.
Wednesday. -- Mrs. Mussell has got my gown, and I will endeavour
to explain what her intentions are. It is to be a round gown,
with a jacket and a frock front, like Cath. Bigg's, to open at the side.
The jacket is all in one with the body, and comes as far as
the pocket-holes -- about half a quarter of a yard deep, I suppose,
all the way round, cut off straight at the corners with a broad hem.
No fulness appears either in the body or the flap; the back is quite
plain in this form , and the sides equally so.
The front is sloped round to the bosom and drawn in, and there
is to be a frill of the same to put on occasionally when all one's
handkerchiefs are dirty -- which frill must fall back. She is to put
two breadths and a-half in the tail, and no gores -- gores not being
so much worn as they were. There is nothing new in the sleeves:
they are to be plain, with a fulness of the same falling down and gathered
up underneath, just like some of Martha's, or perhaps a little longer.
Low in the back behind, and a belt of the same. I can think of
nothing more, though I am afraid of not being particular enough.
My mother has ordered a new bonnet, and so have I; both white strip,
trimmed with white ribbon. I find my straw bonnet looking very much
like other people's, and quite as smart. Bonnets of cambric muslin
on the plan of Lady Bridges' are a good deal worn, and some of them
are very pretty; but I shall defer one of that sort till your arrival.
Bath is getting so very empty that I am not afraid of doing
too little. Black gauze cloaks are worn as much as anything.
I shall write again in a day or two. Best love.
Yours ever, J. A.
We have had Mrs. Lillingstone and the Chamberlaynes to call on us.
My mother was very much struck with the odd looks of the two latter;
I have only seen her. Mrs. Busby drinks tea and plays at cribbage
here to-morrow; and on Friday, I believe, we go to the Chamberlaynes'.
Last night we walked by the Canal.
Miss Austen, Mrs. Lloyd's, Up Hurstbourne,
Paragon: Tuesday (May 12).
MY DEAR CASSANDRA,
My mother has heard from Mary, and I have heard from Frank;
we therefore know something now of our concerns in distant quarters;
and you, I hope, by some means or other are equally instructed,
for I do not feel inclined to transcribe the letter of either.
You know from Elizabeth, I dare say, that my father and Frank, deferring
their visit to Kippington on account of Mr. M. Austen's absence, are
to be at Godmersham to-day; and James, I dare say, has been over to
Ibthorp by this time to inquire particularly after Mrs. Lloyd's health,
and forestall whatever intelligence of the sale I might attempt to give;
sixty-one guineas and a-half for the three cows gives one some support
under the blow of only eleven guineas for the tables. Eight for my
pianoforte is about what I really expected to get; I am more anxious to
know the amount of my books, especially as they are said to have sold well.
My adventures since I wrote last have not been numerous;
but such as they are, they are much at your service.
We met not a creature at Mrs. Lillingstone's, and yet were not so
very stupid, as I expected, which I attribute to my wearing my new
bonnet and being in good looks. On Sunday we went to church twice,
and after evening service walked a little in the Crescent fields,
but found it too cold to stay long.
Yesterday morning we looked into a house in Seymour Street,
which there is reason to suppose will soon be empty; and as we are
assured from many quarters that no inconvenience from the river is
felt in those buildings, we are at liberty to fix in them if we can.
But this house was not inviting; the largest room downstairs was
not much more than fourteen feet square, with a western aspect.
In the evening, I hope you honoured my toilette and ball with
a thought; I dressed myself as well as I could, and had all my
finery much admired at home. By nine o'clock my uncle, aunt,
and I entered the rooms, and linked Miss Winstone on to us.
Before tea it was rather a dull affair; but then the before tea did
not last long, for there was only one dance, danced by four couple.
Think of four couple, surrounded by about an hundred people,
dancing in the Upper Rooms at Bath.
After tea we cheered up; the breaking up of private parties sent
some scores more to the ball, and though it was shockingly and
inhumanly thin for this place, there were people enough, I suppose,
to have made five or six very pretty Basingstoke assemblies.
I then got Mr. Evelyn to talk to, and Miss T. to look at; and I am
proud to say that [Words omitted from Brabourne edition: "I have a very good
eye at an adulteress, for"] though repeatedly assured that another in the same
party was the She, I fixed upon the right one from the first.
A resemblance to Mrs. L. was my guide. She is not so pretty as
I expected; her face has the same defect of baldness as her sisters,
and her features not so handsome; she was highly rouged, and looked
rather quietly and contentedly silly than anything else.
Mrs. B. and two young women were of the same party, except when
Mrs. B. thought herself obliged to leave them to run round the room
after her drunken husband. His avoidance, and her pursuit,
with the probable intoxication of both, was an amusing scene.
The Evelyns returned our visit on Saturday; we were very happy
to meet, and all that; they are going to-morrow into Gloucestershire
to the Dolphins for ten days. Our acquaintance, Mr. Woodward,
is just married to a Miss Rowe, a young lady rich in money and music.
I thank you for your Sunday's letter, it is very long and very agreeable.
I fancy you know many more particulars of our sale than we do;
we have heard the price of nothing but the cows, bacon, hay,
hops, tables, and my father's chest of drawers and study table.
Mary is more minute in her account of their own gains than in ours;
probably being better informed in them. I will attend to Mrs. Lloyd's
commission and to her abhorrence of musk when I write again.
I have bestowed three calls of inquiry on the Mapletons, and I fancy
very beneficial ones to Marianne, as I am always told that she is better.
I have not seen any of them. Her complaint is a bilious fever.
I like my dark gown very much indeed, colour, make, and everything;
I mean to have my new white one made up now, in case we should go
to the rooms again next Monday, which is to be really the last time.
Wednesday. -- Another stupid party last night; perhaps if larger they might
be less intolerable, but here there were only just enough to make one
card-table, with six people to look on and talk nonsense to each other.
Lady Fust, Mrs. Busby, and a Mrs. Owen sat down with my uncle to whist,
within five minutes after the three old Toughs came in, and there
they sat, with only the exchange of Adm. Stanhope for my uncle,
till their chairs were announced.
I cannot anyhow continue to find people agreeable; I respect
Mrs. Chamberlayne for doing her hair well, but cannot feel a more
tender sentiment. Miss Langley is like any other short girl,
with a broad nose and wide mouth, fashionable dress and exposed bosom.
Adm. Stanhope is a gentleman-like man, but then his legs are
too short and his tail too long. Mrs. Stanhope could not come;
I fancy she had a private appointment with Mr. Chamberlayne,
whom I wished to see more than all the rest.
My uncle has quite got the better of his lameness, or at
least his walking with a stick is the only remains of it.
He and I are soon to take the long-planned walk to the Cassoon,
and on Friday we are all to accompany Mrs. Chamberlayne and Miss
Langley to Weston.
My mother had a letter yesterday from my father; it seems as if
the W. Kent Scheme was entirely given up. He talks of spending
a fortnight at Godmersham, and then returning to town.
Yours ever, J. A.
Excepting a slight cold, my mother is very well; she has been quite
free from feverish or bilious complaints since her arrival here.
Miss Austen, Mrs. Lloyd's,
Hurstbourn Tarrant, Andover.
 Francis Motley-Austen, who bought Kippington
from Sir Chas. Farnaby.
Paragon: Thursday (May 21)
MY DEAR CASSANDRA,
To make long sentences upon unpleasant subjects is very odious,
and I shall therefore get rid of the one now uppermost in my thoughts
as soon as possible.
Our views on G. P. Buildings seem all at an end; the observation
of the damps still remaining in the offices of an house which has
been only vacated a week, with reports of discontented families and
putrid fevers, has given the coup de grace. We have now nothing in view.
When you arrive, we will at least have the pleasure of examining
some of these putrefying houses again; they are so very desirable
in size and situation, that there is some satisfaction in spending
ten minutes within them.
I will now answer the inquiries in your last letter.
I cannot learn any other explanation of the coolness between my
aunt and Miss Bond than that the latter felt herself slighted
by the former's leaving Bath last summer without calling to see her
before she went. It seems the oddest kind of quarrel in the world.
They never visit, but I believe they speak very civilly if they meet.
My uncle and Miss Bond certainly do.
The four boxes of lozenges, at 1s. 1 1/2 d. per box, amount, as I
was told, to 4s. 6d., and as the sum was so trifling, I thought
it better to pay at once than contest the matter.
I have just heard from Frank. My father's plans are now fixed;
you will see him at Kintbury on Friday, and, unless inconvenient
to you, we are to see you both here on Monday, the 1st of June.
Frank has an invitation to Milgate, which I believe he means to accept.
Our party at Ly. Fust's was made up of the same set of people
that you have already heard of -- the Winstones, Mrs. Chamberlayne,
Mrs. Busby, Mrs. Franklyn, and Mrs. Maria Somerville; yet I think
it was not quite so stupid as the two preceding parties here.
The friendship between Mrs. Chamberlayne and me which you predicted
has already taken place, for we shake hands whenever we meet.
Our grand walk to Weston was again fixed for yesterday, and was
accomplished in a very striking manner. Every one of the party
declined it under some pretence or other except our two selves,
and we had therefore a tête-à-tête, but that we should equally have
had after the first two yards had half the inhabitants of Bath set
off with us.
It would have amused you to see our progress.
We went up by Sion Hill, and returned across the fields.
In climbing a hill Mrs. Chamberlayne is very capital; I could with
difficulty keep pace with her, yet would not flinch for the world.
On plain ground I was quite her equal. And so we posted away under
a fine hot sun, she without any parasol or any shade to her hat,
stopping for nothing, and crossing the churchyard at Weston with
as much expedition as if we were afraid of being buried alive.
After seeing what she is equal to, I cannot help feeling a regard for her.
As to agreeableness, she is much like other people.
Yesterday evening we had a short call from two of the Miss Arnolds,
who came from Chippenham on business. They are very civil,
and not too genteel, and upon hearing that we wanted a house,
recommended one at Chippenham.
This morning we have been visited again by Mrs. and Miss Holder;
they wanted us to fix an evening for drinking tea with them,
but my mother's still remaining cold allows her to decline everything
of the kind. As I had a separate invitation, however, I believe I shall
go some afternoon. It is the fashion to think them both very detestable,
but they are so civil, and their gowns look so white and so nice
(which, by the bye, my aunt thinks an absurd pretension in this
place), that I cannot utterly abhor them, especially as Miss Holder
owns that she has no taste for music.
After they left us I went with my mother to help look at some houses
in New King Street, towards which she felt some kind of inclination,
but their size has now satisfied her. They were smaller than I
expected to find them; one in particular out of the two was quite
monstrously little; the best of the sitting-rooms not so large
as the little parlour at Steventon, and the second room in every
floor about capacious enough to admit a very small single bed.
We are to have a tiny party here to-night. I hate tiny parties,
they force one into constant exertion. Miss Edwards and her father,
Mrs. Busby and her nephew, Mr. Maitland, and Mrs. Lillingstone
are to be the whole; and I am prevented from setting my black cap
at Mr. Maitland by his having a wife and ten children.
My aunt has a very bad cough -- do not forget to have heard about
that when you come -- and I think she is deafer than ever. My mother's
cold disordered her for some days, but she seems now very well.
Her resolution as to remaining here begins to give way a little;
she will not like being left behind, and will be glad to compound
matters with her enraged family.
You will be sorry to hear that Marianne Mapleton's disorder
has ended fatally. She was believed out of danger on Sunday,
but a sudden relapse carried her off the next day. So affectionate
a family must suffer severely; and many a girl on early death has
been praised into an angel, I believe, on slighter pretensions
to beauty, sense, and merit than Marianne.
Mr. Bent seems bent upon being very detestable, for he values
the books at only 70l. The whole world is in a conspiracy
to enrich one part of our family at the expense of another.
Ten shillings for Dodsley's Poems, however, please me to the quick,
and I do not care how often I sell them for as much.
When Mrs. Bramston has read them through I will sell them again.
I suppose you can hear nothing of your magnesia?
Friday. -- You have a nice day for your journey, in whatever way
it is to be performed, whether in the Debary's coach or on your
own twenty toes.
When you have made Martha's bonnet you must make her a cloak
of the same sort of materials; they are very much worn here,
in different forms -- many of them just like her black silk spencer,
with a trimming round the armholes instead of sleeves, some are
long before, and some long all round, like C. Bigg's. Our party
last night supplied me with no new idea for my letter.
The Pickfords are in Bath, and have called here. She is the most
elegant-looking woman I have seen since I left Martha; he is as raffish
in his appearance as I would wish every disciple of Godwin to be.
We drink tea to-night with Mrs. Busby. I scandalised her nephew cruelly;
he has but three children instead of ten.
Best love to everybody.
Miss Austen, the Rev. F. C. Fowle's,