M.S. Pearson to K. Pearson, 30th Jan 1920.- External URL
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Sent From (Definite): Maria Sharpe PearsonSent To (Definite): Karl PearsonDate: 30 Jan 1920
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Sent fromMaria Sharpe Pearson
30 Jan 1920
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‘My dearest husband,
I must send a line to you while you are alone for I have been thinking continually of last night , & you especially.
I cannot, I fear, put my thoughts or rather my feelings, into words, at least words which would really express [sic]. Personally, & reflecting somehow on one’s own amoure propre, there is always a great pleasure in being held with charm by anyone, whom one loves, but it was something wider than that which made me feel happy & as tho’ the occasion did stand for something really worth giving one’s life to/ The fact that you could name those three, no four dead men as your friends in labour & ideas was a fine thought, the finer perhaps because it included so much.
But also in fact that you haqve lived with powers[?] enough to give the first from the Laboratory where the ideas are to be further worked out, I have carried out as it were a trust from them (Galton & Weldon at least) should really be an encouragement & happiness for the rest of the way. I was glad that you did not let any one else touch them on that first occasion, but also glad that Dr Heron spoke tho’ I wish, as representative of the younger generation from whom the next step forward must come, that he had been able to be more inspiring & bracing. I could only think of the hymn
But we have [been?] a feeble race
To fill astride[?] our father’s place.
I should have liked to be reminded of Mr & Mrs Beeton’s[?] last year’s New Year’s Greeting.
Not with the folding of the hands,
Not with evening fallen wide,
Over wasted weary lands,
Peace is come; sent as bride.
It is the trumpets of the dawn that ring,
It is the Sunrise that is challenging.
Still I was glad he spoke & he did it really without preparation.
The girls got sent off this morning. Sigrid, after exercising the dogs, heaving the tulips & narcissi to the hospital where she said they had no flowers except those the mothers bring.
Good bye dearest,
Your loving wife.
M.S.P.’
[newspaper clipping enclosed re: reduction of muzzling order around London.]
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Sent toKarl Pearson
30 Jan 1920
Description:
‘My dearest husband,
I must send a line to you while you are alone for I have been thinking continually of last night , & you especially.
I cannot, I fear, put my thoughts or rather my feelings, into words, at least words which would really express [sic]. Personally, & reflecting somehow on one’s own amoure propre, there is always a great pleasure in being held with charm by anyone, whom one loves, but it was something wider than that which made me feel happy & as tho’ the occasion did stand for something really worth giving one’s life to/ The fact that you could name those three, no four dead men as your friends in labour & ideas was a fine thought, the finer perhaps because it included so much.
But also in fact that you haqve lived with powers[?] enough to give the first from the Laboratory where the ideas are to be further worked out, I have carried out as it were a trust from them (Galton & Weldon at least) should really be an encouragement & happiness for the rest of the way. I was glad that you did not let any one else touch them on that first occasion, but also glad that Dr Heron spoke tho’ I wish, as representative of the younger generation from whom the next step forward must come, that he had been able to be more inspiring & bracing. I could only think of the hymn
But we have [been?] a feeble race
To fill astride[?] our father’s place.
I should have liked to be reminded of Mr & Mrs Beeton’s[?] last year’s New Year’s Greeting.
Not with the folding of the hands,
Not with evening fallen wide,
Over wasted weary lands,
Peace is come; sent as bride.
It is the trumpets of the dawn that ring,
It is the Sunrise that is challenging.
Still I was glad he spoke & he did it really without preparation.
The girls got sent off this morning. Sigrid, after exercising the dogs, heaving the tulips & narcissi to the hospital where she said they had no flowers except those the mothers bring.
Good bye dearest,
Your loving wife.
M.S.P.’
[newspaper clipping enclosed re: reduction of muzzling order around London.]
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