white hart hotelsalisbury
Christmas Day, 1873.1
Livy my darling, I sent you a cable telegram from here last night to say “Merry Christmas!”
Today I attended the grand Christmas service in Salisbury Cathedral, in company with recumbent mail-clad knights who had lain there 650 years. What a fascinating building it [is! It ]is the loveliest pile of stone that can be imagined—think of comparing it with that solemn barn at York.2 And then we drove by Old Sarum3—all day I was thinking lovingly of my “Angel in the House,”—for Old Sarum & Salisbury naturally recal Coventry Patmore’s books4—& then we went to Stonehenge. A wonderful thing is Stonehenge. It is one of the most mysterious & satisfactory ruins I have ever seen.5
Time to dress for dinner. With a world of love to you & to all,
Samℓ.
Mrs. Samℓ. L. Clemens
Hartford
Conn. [in upper left corner:] America |
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Explanatory Notes | Textual Commentary
Well, our Christmas mess took rail for
Salisbury, and reached the “White Hart”
hotel in good season. . . . The landlord “hoped we
would find everything to our satisfaction,” and we
hurried into carriages at the door and went to our Christmas Eve
dinner at a friend’s house not far away. The
dining-hall was as charming as possible; high and frescoed
ceilings, paintings of defunct ancestry upon the walls; three
great windows opening upon a faultless lawn. (Stoddard 1874) And to his family Stoddard wrote: On Wednesday, the 24th, Mark, Mr. Porton (of
Arizona, etc.), and I, took train for Salisbury. We were to be
entertained by Mr. Blackmore who has often been to America,
chiefly to hunt Buffalo and to explore the unknown regions of
the West. . . . After dinner we spent the evening in the
beautiful museum of the Blackmore’s, full of
antiquities collected and housed at an expense of fifty thousand
dollars—and it goes to the town as a free gift. We went to service Christmas morning in the
old Salisbury cathedral, called the finest building in all
Europe. After luncheon we drove over to Stonehenge,
a curious old Druid ruin: then home across the Salisbury plains.
. . . In the evening a grand dinner, with some invited guests.
After it, snap-dragon, music, etc. etc. (Stoddard to
“My Own Dear Ones at Home,” 29 Dec 73,
Bell, 278–79)
Source text(s):
Previous publication:
L5, 534–535; LLMT, 364, brief paraphrase.
Provenance:see Samossoud Collection in Description of Provenance.
Emendations and textual notes:
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