Return to Jane Austen's life
Return to Jane Austen's writings
- Letters of Jane Austen, Brabourne edition
- Search Jane Austen letters e-text
- Famous quotes from the letters (or quotes that should be famous)
- General Topics Index to the letters
- Index of allusions to books and authors in Jane Austen's writings
- Longer Table of contents
- Letters of Jane Austen to her sister Cassandra Austen
- Letters to Fanny Knight 1814-1816
- Letters to Anna Austen Lefroy, 1814-1816. [THIS FILE]
- Letters from Cassandra Austen to Fanny Knight, 1817
- Poetry, Backwards letter
[Letters to Anna Austen Lefroy, 1814-1816]
THE following letters have been given me by one of Mrs. B. Lefroy's
daughters, and are interesting as showing the sympathy which Jane had
for a young authoress, and the care and minuteness with which she looked
into every detail of composition. "Anna Austen" was engaged to Mr. Lefroy
in 1814, and was occupied at the same time in writing a novel which she
submitted to the valuable criticism of "Aunt Jane." The first letter has
no date, but from the context must have been written in May or June.
MY DEAR ANNA,
I am very much obliged to you for sending your MS. It has entertained me
extremely; all of us indeed. I read it aloud to your Grandmama and Aunt
Cass., and we were all very much pleased. The spirit does not droop at
all. Sir Thos., Lady Helen and St. Julian are very well done, and Cecilia
continues to be interesting in spite of her being so amiable. It was
very fit you should advance her age. I like the beginning of Devereux
Forester very much, a great deal better than if he had been very good or
very bad. A few verbal corrections are all that I felt tempted to make;
the principal of them is a speech of St. Julian to Lady Helen, which you
see I have presumed to alter. As Lady H. is Cecilia's superior, it would
not be correct to talk of her being introduced. It is Cecilia who must
be introduced. And I do not like a lover speaking in the 3rd person; it
is too much like the formal part of Lord Orville, and I think it not natural.
If you think differently, however, you need not mind me. I am impatient
for more, and only wait for a safe conveyance to return this book.
Yours affectionately, J. A.
August 10, 1814.
MY DEAR ANNA,
I am quite ashamed to find that I have never answered some question of
yours in a former note. I kept it on purpose to refer to it at a proper
time and then forgot it. I like the name "Which is the Heroine" very well,
and I daresay shall grow to like it very much in time; but "Enthusiasm"
was something so very superior that my common title must appear to
disadvantage. I am not sensible of any blunders about Dawlish; the library
was pitiful and wretched twelve years ago and not likely to have anybody's
publications. There is no such title as Desborough either among dukes,
marquises, earls, viscounts, or barons. These were your inquiries. I will
now thank you for your envelope received this morning. Your Aunt Cass
is as well pleased with St. Julian as ever, and I am delighted with the
idea of seeing Progillian again.
Wednesday 17. -- We have now just finished the first of the three books I
had the pleasure of receiving yesterday. I read it aloud and we are all
very much amused, and like the work quite as well as ever. I depend on
getting through another book before dinner, but there is really a good
deal of respectable reading in your forty-eight pages. I have no doubt
six would make a very good-sized volume. You must have been quite pleased
to have accomplished so much. I like Lord Portman and his brother very
much. I am only afraid that Lord P.'s good nature will make most people
like him better than he deserves. The whole family are very good, and
Lady Anne, who was your great dread, you have succeeded particularly
well with. Bell Griffin is just what she should be. My corrections have
not been more important than before; here and there we have thought the
sense could be expressed in fewer words, and I have scratched out Sir
Thos. from walking with the others to the stables, &c. the very day after
breaking his arm; for, though I find your papa did walk out immediately
after his arm was set, I think it can be so little usual as to appear
unnatural in a book. Lyme will not do. Lyme is towards forty miles from
Dawlish and would not be talked of there. I have put Starcross instead.
If you prefer Exeter, that must be always safe.
I have also scratched out the introduction between Lord Portman and his
brother and Mr. Griffin. A country surgeon (don't tell Mr. C. Lyford)
would not be introduced to men of their rank, and when Mr. P. is first
brought in, he would not be introduced as the Honourable. That distinction
is never mentioned at such times, at least I believe not. Now we have
finished the second book, or rather the fifth. I do think you had better
omit Lady Helena's postscript. To those that are acquainted with "Pride
and Prejudice" it will seem an imitation. And your Aunt C. and I both
recommend your making a little alteration in the last scene between
Devereux F. and Lady Clanmurray and her daughter. We think they press
him too much, more than sensible or well-bred women would do; Lady C.,
at least, should have discretion enough to be sooner satisfied with his
determination of not going with them. I am very much pleased with Egerton
as yet. I did not expect to like him, but I do, and Susan is a very nice
little animated creature; but St. Julian is the delight of our lives. He
is quite interesting. The whole of his break off with Lady Helena is very
well done. Yes; Russell Square is a very proper distance from Berkeley
Square. We are reading the last book. They must be two days going from
Dawlish to Bath. They are nearly 100 miles apart.
Thursday. -- We finished it last night after our return from drinking tea
at the Great House. The last chapter does not please us quite so well;
we do not thoroughly like the play, perhaps from having had too much of
plays in that way lately [vide "Mansfield Park"], and we think you had
better not leave England. Let the Portmans go to Ireland; but as you
know nothing of the manners there, you had better not go with them. You
will be in danger of giving false representations. Stick to Bath and the
Foresters. There you will be quite at home.
Your Aunt C. does not like desultory novels, and is rather afraid yours
will be too much so, that there will be too frequently a change from one
set of people to another, and that circumstances will be introduced of
apparent consequence which will lead to nothing. It will not be so great
an objection to me if it does. I allow much more latitude than she does,
and think nature and spirit cover many sins of a wandering story, and
people in general do not care so much about it, for your comfort.
I should like to have had more of Devereux. I do not feel enough acquainted
with him. You were afraid of meddling with him I dare say. I like your sketch
of Lord Clanmurray, and your picture of the two young girls' enjoyment
is very good. I have not noticed St. Julian's serious conversation with
Cecilia, but I like it exceedingly. What he says about the madness of
otherwise sensible women on the subject of their daughters coming out is
worth its weight in gold.
I do not perceive that the language sinks. Pray go on.
 It must be remembered that there was no "Lord
Portman" in 1814, the creation of that title having been in 1837.
 Our modern race of travellers would hardly be
satisfied with this rate of progress. We have somewhat accelerated our speed
since Jane's day, and when inclined to grumble because a train is ten minutes
late, should do well to remembered what advantages we enjoy over our respected
Chawton: (Sept. 9).
MY DEAR ANNA,
We have been very much amused by your three books, but I have a good many
criticisms to make, more than you will like. We are not satisfied with
Mrs. Forester settling herself as tenant and near neighbour to such a
man as Sir Thomas, without having some other inducement to go there.
She ought to have some friend living thereabouts to tempt her. A woman
going with two girls just growing up into a neighbourhood where she knows
nobody but one man of not very good character, is an awkwardness which
so prudent a woman as Mrs. F. would not be likely to fall into. Remember
she is very prudent. You must not let her act inconsistently. Give her a
friend, and let that friend be invited by Sir Thomas H. to meet her, and
we shall have no objection to her dining at the Priory as she does; but
otherwise a woman in her situation would hardly go there before she had
been visited by other families. I like the scene itself, the Miss Leslie,
Lady Anne, and the music very much. Leslie is a noble name. Sir Thomas
H. you always do very well. I have only taken the liberty of expunging
one phrase of his which would not be allowable -- "Bless my heart!" It is
too familiar and inelegant. Your grandmother is more disturbed at Mrs.
Forester's not returning the Egertons' visit sooner than by anything else.
They ought to have called at the Parsonage before Sunday. You describe
a sweet place, but your descriptions are often more minute than will
be liked. You give too many particulars of right hand and left. Mrs.
Forester is not careful enough of Susan's health. Susan ought not to be
walking out so soon after heavy rains, taking long walks in the dirt. An
anxious mother would not suffer it. I like your Susan very much, she is
a sweet creature, her playfulness of fancy is very delightful. I like
her as she is now exceedingly, but I am not quite so well satisfied with
her behaviour to George R. At first she seems all over attachment and
feeling, and afterwards to have none at all; she is so extremely confused
at the ball and so well satisfied apparently with Mr. Morgan. She seems
to have changed her character.
You are now collecting your people delightfully, getting them exactly
into such a spot as is the delight of my life. Three or four families
in a country village is the very thing to work on, and I hope you will
do a great deal more, and make full use of them while they are so very
You are but now coming to the heart and beauty of your story. Until the
heroine grows up the fun must be imperfect, but I expect a great deal of
entertainment from the next three or four books, and I hope you will not
resent these remarks by sending me no more. We like the Egertons very
well. We see no blue pantaloons or cocks or hens. There is nothing to
enchant one certainly in Mr. L. L., but we make no objection to him, and
his inclination to like Susan is pleasing. The sister is a good contrast,
but the name of Rachel is as much I can bear. They are not so much like
the Papillons as I expected. Your last chapter is very entertaining,
the conversation on genius, &c.; Mr. St. Julian and Susan both talk in
character, and very well. In some former parts, Cecilia is perhaps a little
too solemn and good, but upon the whole her disposition is very well
opposed to Susan's, her want of imagination is very natural. I wish you
could make Mrs. Forester talk more; but she must be difficult to manage
and make entertaining, because there is so much good sense and propriety
about her that nothing can be made very broad. Her economy and her ambition
must not be staring.
The papers left by Mrs. Fisher are very good. Of course one guesses
something. I hope when you have written a great deal more, you will be
equal to scratching out some of the past. The scene with Mrs. Mellish I
should condemn; it is prosy and nothing to the purpose; and indeed the
more you can find in your heart to curtail between Dawlish and Newton
Priors, the better I think it will be -- one does not care for girls until
they are grown up. Your Aunt C. quite understands the exquisiteness of
that name -- Newton Priors is really a nonpareil. Milton would have given
his eyes to have thought of it. Is not the cottage taken from "Tollard
[Thus far the letter was written on the ninth, but before it was
finished news arrived at Chawton of the death of Mrs. Charles Austen. She
died in her confinement and the baby died also. She left three little
girls -- Cassie, Harriet, and Fanny. It was not until the 18th that Jane
resumed her letter as follows:]
Sunday. -- I am very glad, dear Anna, that I wrote as I did before this sad
event occurred. I have only to add that your Grandmama does not seem the
worse now for the shock.
I shall be very happy to receive more of your work if more is ready; and
you write so fast that I have great hopes Mr. Digweed will come back
freighted with such a cargo as not all his hops or his sheep could equal
the value of.
Your grandmama desires me to say that she will have finished your shoes
to-morrow, and thinks they will look very well. And that she depends upon
seeing you as you promise before you quit the country, and hopes you will
give her more than a day.
Jane was quite right in her expectation of more. A considerable packet was
transmitted by the next opportunity. In these days, a bride expectant has
all the time she can spare from her lover occupied by writing innumerable
notes of thanks for innumerable presents and good wishes, to say nothing
of those concerning the expensive and enormous trousseau now thought
necessary. Of such business Miss Anna Austen had very little, and therefore
she had ample leisure for her story.
Chawton: Wednesday (Sept. 28).
MY DEAR ANNA,
I hope you do not depend on having your book again immediately. I kept
it that your grandmama may hear it, for it has not been possible yet to
have any public reading. I have read it to your Aunt Cassandra, however,
in our own room at night, while we undressed, and with a great deal of
pleasure. We like the first chapter extremely, with only a little doubt
whether Lady Helena is not almost too foolish. The matrimonial dialogue
is very good certainly. I like Susan as well as ever, and begin now not
to care at all about Cecilia; she may stay at Easton Court as long as
she likes. Henry Mellish will be, I am afraid, too much in the common
novel style -- a handsome, amiable, unexceptionable young man (such as do
not much abound in real life), desperately in love and all in vain. But
I have no business to judge him so early. Jane Egerton is a very natural
comprehendable girl, and the whole of her acquaintance with Susan and
Susan's letter to Cecilia are very pleasing and quite in character. But
Miss Egerton does not entirely satisfy us. She is too formal and solemn, we
think, in her advice to her brother not to fall in love; and it is hardly
like a sensible woman -- it is putting it into his head. We should like a
few hints from her better. We feel really obliged to you for introducing
a Lady Kenrick; it will remove the greatest fault in the work, and I give
you credit for considerable forbearance as an author in adopting so much
of our opinion.
I expect high fun about Mrs. Fisher and Sir Thomas. You have been perfectly
right in telling Ben Lefroy of your work, and I am very glad to hear
how much he likes it. His encouragement and approbation must be "quite
beyond everything." I do not at all wonder at his not expecting to like
anybody so well as Cecilia at first, but I shall be surprised if he does
not become a Susan-ite in time. Devereux Forester's being ruined by his
vanity is extremely good, but I wish you would not let him plunge into
a "vortex of dissipation." I do not object to the thing, but I cannot
bear the expression; it is such thorough novel slang, and so old that I
daresay Adam met with it in the first novel he opened. Indeed, I did very
much like to know Ben's opinion. I hope he will continue to be pleased
with it, and I think he must, but I cannot flatter him with there being
much incident. We have no great right to wonder at his not valuing the
name of Progillian. That is a source of delight which even he can hardly
be quite competent to.
Walter Scott has no business to write novels, especially good ones. It
is not fair. He has fame and profit enough as a poet, and should not be
taking the bread out of the mouths of other people.
I do not like him, and do not mean to like "Waverley" if I can help it,
but fear I must.
I am quite determined, however, not to be pleased with Mrs. West's "Alicia
De Lacy," should I ever meet with it, which I hope I shall not. I think
I can be stout against anything written by Mrs. West. I have made up my
mind to like no novels really but Miss Edgeworth's, yours, and my own.
What can you do with Egerton to increase the interest for him? I wish you
could contrive something, some family occurrence to bring out his good
qualities more. Some distress among brothers and sisters to relieve by
the sale of his curacy! Something to carry him mysteriously away, and
then be heard of at York or Edinburgh in an old great coat. I would not
seriously recommend anything improbable, but if you could invent something
spirited for him it would have a good effect. He might lend all his money
to Captain Morris, but then he would be a great fool if he did. Cannot
the Morrises quarrel and he reconcile them? Excuse the liberty I take in
Your Aunt Frank's nursemaid has just given her warning, but whether she
is worth your having, or would take your place, I know not. She was Mrs.
Webb's maid before she went to the Great House. She leaves your aunt
because she cannot agree with the other servants. She is in love with
the man and her head seems rather turned. He returns her affection, but
she fancies every one else is wanting him and envying her. Her previous
service must have fitted her for such a place as yours, and she is very
active and cleanly. The Webbs are really gone! When I saw the waggons
at the door, and thought of all the trouble they must have in moving, I
began to reproach myself for not having liked them better, but since the
waggons have disappeared my conscience has been closed again, and I am
excessively glad they are gone.
I am very fond of Sherlock's sermons and prefer them to almost any.
Your affectionate Aunt, J. AUSTEN.
If you wish me to speak to the maid, let me know.
 A phrase always in the mouth of one of the Chawton neighbours, Mrs.
In October, Jane's correspondent paid her last visit to Chawton as Anna
Austen. Very soon after her return, she wrote to tell them her wedding
day was fixed. On November 8 she was married in the parish church of
Steventon. Mr. B. Lefroy did not take holy orders until about three years
after the marriage, and the first home of the young couple was at Hendon,
to which place the following letter was addressed:
Chawton: (Nov. 21, 1814).
MY DEAR ANNA,
I met Harriet Benn yesterday. She gave me her congratulations and desired
they might be forwarded to you, and there they are. The chief news from
this country is the death of old Mrs. Dormer. Mrs. Clement walks about
in a new black velvet pelisse lined with yellow, and a white bobbin net
veil, and looks remarkably well in them.
I think I understand the country about Hendon from your description. It
must be very pretty in summer. Should you know from the atmosphere that
you were within a dozen miles of London? Make everybody at Hendon admire
Your affectionate Aunt, J. A.
The next letter is written from Hans Place, where Jane was staying with
her brother Henry, and from which they had recently driven down to see
the newly-married couple at Hendon.
Hans Place (Nov. 28, 1814).
MY DEAR ANNA,
I assure you we all came away very much pleased with our visit. We talked
of you for about a mile and a half with great satisfaction; and I have
been just sending a very good report of you to Miss Beckford, with a full
account of your dress for Susan and Maria.
We were all at the play last night to see Miss O'Neil in "Isabella." I do
not think she was quite equal to my expectations. I fancy I want something
more than can be. I took two pocket-handkerchiefs, but had very little
occasion for either. She is an elegant creature, however, and hugs Mr.
Young delightfully. I am going this morning to see the girls in Keppel
Street. Cassy was excessively interested about your marriage when she
heard of it, which was not until she was to drink your health on the
She asked a thousand questions in her usual manner, what he said to you
and what you said to him. If your uncle were at home he would send his
best love, but I will not impose any base fictitious remembrances on you,
mine I can honestly give, and remain
Your affectionate Aunt,
Marriage did not immediately stop Mrs. Lefroy's story-writing, and early in
December she sent her aunt another packet, which elicited the following
Hans Place (Wednesday).
MY DEAR ANNA,
I have been very far from finding your book an evil, I assure you. I read
it immediately, and with great pleasure. I think you are going on very
well. The description of Dr. Griffin and Lady Helena's unhappiness is
very good, and just what was likely to be. I am curious to know what the
end of them will be. The name of Newton Priors is really invaluable; I
never met with anything superior to it. It is delightful, and one could
live on the name of Newton Priors for a twelvemonth. Indeed, I do think
you get on very fast. I only wish other people of my acquaintance could
compose as rapidly. I am pleased with the dog scene and with the whole
of George and Susan's love, but am more particularly struck with your
serious conversations. They are very good throughout. St. Julian's history
was quite a surprise to me. You had not very long known it yourself I
suspect; but I have no objection to make to the circumstance, and it is
very well told. His having been in love with the aunt gives Cecilia an
additional interest with him. I like the idea -- a very proper compliment
to an aunt! I rather imagine indeed that nieces are seldom chosen but out
of compliment to some aunt or another. I daresay Ben was in love with
me once, and would never have thought of you if he had not supposed me
dead of scarlet fever. Yes, I was in a mistake as to the number of books.
I thought I had read three before the three at Chawton, but fewer than
six will not do. I want to see dear Bell Griffin again; and had you not
better give some hint of St. Julian's early history in the beginning of
We shall see nothing of Streatham while we are in town; Mrs. Hill is to
lye in of a daughter. Mrs. Blackstone is to be with her. Mrs. Heathcote
and Miss Bigg are just leaving her. The latter writes me word that Miss
Blackford is married, but I have never seen it in the papers, and one may
as well be single if the wedding is not to be in print.
Your affectionate Aunt, J. A.
 Sisters to Mrs. Hall.
In August, 1815, Mr. and Mrs. B. Lefroy moved from Hendon, and took a small
house called Wyards, near Alton and within a walk of Chawton. Wyards is
more than once mentioned in our letters. In the autumn of 1815, Jane
went up to Hans Place (as has been already stated) to visit her brother
Henry, and to superintend the publishing of "Emma," and at that time the
following letter was written: --
Chawton: Friday (Sept. 29).
MY DEAR ANNA,
We told Mr. B. Lefroy that if the weather did not prevent us we should
certainly come and see you to-morrow and bring Cassy, trusting to your
being good enough to give her a dinner about one o'clock, that we might be
able to be with you the earlier and stay the longer. But on giving Cassy
her choice between the Fair or Wyards, it must be confessed that
she has preferred the former, which we trust will not greatly affront
you; if it does, you may hope that some little Anna hereafter may revenge
the insult by a similar preference of an Alton Fair to her Cousin Cassy.
In the meanwhile we have determined to put off our visit to you until
Monday, which we hope will be not less convenient. I wish the weather may
not resolve on another put off. I must come to you before Wednesday if
it be possible, for on that day I am going to London for a week or two
with your Uncle Henry, who is expected here on Sunday. If Monday should
appear too dirty for walking, and Mr. Lefroy would be so kind as to come
and fetch me, I should be much obliged to him. Cassy might be of the
party, and your Aunt Cassandra will take another opportunity.
Yours very affectionately, my dear Anna,
But before the week or two to which she had limited her visit in Hans
Place was at an end, her brother fell ill, and on October 22 he was in
such danger that she wrote to Steventon to summon her father to town.
The letter was two days on the road, and reached him on Sunday the 24th.
Even then he did not start immediately. In the evening he and his wife
rode to Chawton, and it was not until the next day that he and Cassandra
arrived in Hans Place. The malady from which Henry Austen was suffering
was low fever, and he was for some days at death's door; but he rallied
soon after his brother and sisters arrived, and recovered so quickly
that the former was able to leave him at the end of the week. The great
anxiety and fatigue which Jane underwent at this time was supposed by
some of her family to have broken down her health. She was in a very
feeble and exhausted condition when the bank in which her brother Henry
was a partner broke, and he not only lost all that he possessed, but
most of his relations suffered severely also. Jane was well enough to
pay several visits with her sister in the summer of 1816, including one
to Steventon -- the last she ever paid to that home of her childhood. The
last note which Mrs. Lefroy had preserved is dated: --
June 23, 1816.
MY DEAR ANNA,
Cassy desires her best thanks for the book. She was quite delighted to
see it. I do not know when I have seen her so much struck by anybody's
kindness as on this occasion. Her sensibility seems to be opening to
the perception of great actions. These gloves having appeared on the
pianoforte ever since you were here on Friday, we imagine they must be
yours. Mrs. Digweed returned yesterday through all the afternoon's rain,
and was of course wet through, but in speaking of it she never once said
"it was beyond everything," which I am sure it must have been. Your Mama
means to ride to Speen Hill to-morrow to see the Mrs. Hulberts, who are
both very indifferent. By all accounts they really are breaking now -- not
so stout as the old Jackass.
Yours affectionately, J. A.
Chawton: Sunday, June 23.
Uncle Charles's birthday.