Literary Life of the Rev. William Harness
        William Harness to A. G. K. L'Estrange, 16 July 1866
        
        
          
        
        
          
        
       
      
      
      
      
     
     
    
    
       “Holly Lodge, Highgate, London, W. 
 “Till the 21st of July,
                              1866. 
 “16th, to-day. 
      
     
    
     “Your letter arrived and found me here on Saturday, but I have
                           not had any time to answer it till this morning (half-past six a.m.) in my bedroom. I
                           had thought, from not hearing of you, that you and the vessel must have gone on a voyage
                           of discovery, and that your next letter would be from some island in which you were
                           illuminating the dark minds of the savages. I would not allow myself to imagine for a
                           moment that you had disappeared from the face of the ocean by a catastrophe so sudden as
                           that of the ‘Amazon.’ But how come you not to have
                           got my letter? I wrote a big packet ever so long ago, of which I forget the details, but
                           the gist of it was that I thought Miss
                              Mitford’s letters, in the year 1810, were becoming sufficiently
                           interesting to be published consecutively, with an occasional note here and there, and
                           with certain omissions. I have done up to 1810, and want back the MSS. of 1811, which
                           you have, that, with the help of your papers, I may set them in order in accordance with
                           this plan. 
    
     “My disgust of the old father increases with every letter I read. He’s a detestable old
                           humbug. ![]()
![]() I wish we could get some letters from
                           the relations in Northumberland! There was an old Mary Mitford (the
                           sister, I think, of Lady Charles Aynesley), with
                           whom our Miss Mitford used to correspond; but I
                           believe she died first. It is not at all unlikely but she may have preserved her
                           cousin’s letters, and equally likely that her executors have burnt them. Do you
                           happen to know any of those people or their connexions?
 I wish we could get some letters from
                           the relations in Northumberland! There was an old Mary Mitford (the
                           sister, I think, of Lady Charles Aynesley), with
                           whom our Miss Mitford used to correspond; but I
                           believe she died first. It is not at all unlikely but she may have preserved her
                           cousin’s letters, and equally likely that her executors have burnt them. Do you
                           happen to know any of those people or their connexions? 
    
     “I have not done as much as I ought, because I have not been
                           well; I have been uncommonly relaxed by the heat, and I have been visiting. The doctor
                           said that unless I went to the sea I should not recover my strength; so I went to Battle
                           and staid with Crake, who drove me down to the
                           sea, or up to the heights, where I could either see or smell the sea, every day from
                           five till eight, when we dined; and all the rest of the day I sat in the garden under
                           the shade of the house, and inhaled that mitigated saline air which to me is far more
                           agreeable than the sea itself, for it is health and cheerfulness without any association
                           with the terror of being drowned, or the loathsome feeling of seasickness. 
    
     “I stay here till Saturday. On Monday, the 23rd, I go to the
                              Milmans; on Thursday, the 26th, I go to
                           Southsea; on Saturday, the 28th, I get ![]()
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                           again. But Brace goes for his holiday in August, and Majendie for his marriage in September; so (as any wise
                           man would) I am catching all the country air I can in the intervals allowed me for mine.
                           Take care of yourself. Don’t get drowned.
 home
                           again. But Brace goes for his holiday in August, and Majendie for his marriage in September; so (as any wise
                           man would) I am catching all the country air I can in the intervals allowed me for mine.
                           Take care of yourself. Don’t get drowned. 
    
       “And believe me to be 
                               “Yours ever affectionately, 
      
     
    
    Edward Neville Crake  (1827 c.-1909)  
                  The son of William Crake of London; educated at Trinity College, Cambridge, he was Dean
                        of Battle in Sussex (1863-82).
               
 
    William Harness  (1790-1869)  
                  A Harrow friend and early correspondent of Byron. He later answered the poet in 
The Wrath of Cain (1822) and published an edition of Shakespeare
                        (1825) and other literary projects. Harness was a longtime friend of Mary Russell
                        Mitford.
               
 
    Alfred Guy Kingan L'Estrange  (1832-1915)  
                  Miscellaneous writer and biographer of Mary Russell Mitford. He took his degrees from
                        Exeter College, Oxford and was curate to William Harness at All Saints', Knightsbridge. He
                        died unmarried, having restored the family castle at Conna.
               
 
    Arthur Majendie  (d. 1895)  
                  Arthur Majendie, rector of Bladen and Woodstock (1876-95); in 1866 he married Dulcibella
                        Mary Shafto.
               
 
    Henry Hart Milman  (1791-1868)  
                  Educated at Eton and Brasenose College, Oxford, he was a poet, historian and dean of St
                        Paul's (1849) who wrote for the 
Quarterly Review.
               
 
    George Mitford  (1760-1842)  
                  The spendthrift father of Mary Russell Mitford; he was a sometimes physician who survived
                        on the inheritance of his wife and the earnings of his daughter.
               
 
    Mary Russell Mitford  (1787-1855)  
                  English poet, playwright, and essayist; author of 
Our Village: Sketches
                            of Rural Character and Scenery (1824, etc.).