mother, Octavia Hill, write them on the next page for you.
The lines appended are Kingsley's poem beginning:—
" My fairest child, I have no song to give you."
July 23rd, 1876.
To Miss Harris.
Our failure this year has been on the open space question. Dora will tell thee about the Friends. Not that they stand alone ; the matter is one on which much preliminary work has to be done. People don't know about the importance yet. It is so sad ; for the places are going for ever so rapidly. I have written, by Mr. Lefevre's request, to The Times.
To Mrs. Hill.
Bunhill Fields contract for sale has fallen through, and the Quakers are again considering the matter. I hear hopeful news about Lincoln's Inn.[1]
B 's Court is going so beautifully ; every room and shop let ; the people so happy and good ; the clubs full of life ; the finances so satisfactory.
February 7th, 1877.
To Mrs. Gillum.
The fact is my time is so utterly engrossed that it is absolutely true that I have not time to see even old friends quietly, unless under special
- ↑ A premature attempt to get the gardens of Lincoln's Inn Fields open to the public.
