GE to Sara Sophia Hennell, London, 14 September 1865
Title
GE to Sara Sophia Hennell, London, 14 September 1865
Title
GE to Sara Sophia Hennell, London, 14 September 1865
Sender
George Eliot
Recipient
Sara Sophia Hennell
Date(s)
- 1865-09-14
Place
London
Letter Content
GE to Sara Sophia Hennell, London, 14 September 1865
MS: Yale. Mostly published: Cross, II, 409-412.
The Priory, | 21. North Bank, | Regents Park.
September 14. 65.
My dear Sara
We came home again on Thursday night -- this day week -- after a month's absence in Normandy and Brittany. I have been thinking of you very often since, but believed that you did not care to have the interruption of letters just now, and would rather defer correspondence till your mind was freer. If I had suspected that you would feel any want satisfied by a letter I should certainly have written. I had not heard of Miss Carter's death, 370 else I should have conceived something of your state of mind. I think you and I are alike in this, that we can get no good out of pretended comforts, which are the devices of self-love, but would rather, in spite of pain, grow into the endurance of "all naked truths." So I say no word about your great loss -- except that I love you and sorrow with you.
Dear Sara, you do not doubt that I love you? The circumstances of life -- the changes that take place in ourselves -- hem in the expression of affections and memories that live within us and enter almost into every day, and long separations often make intercourse difficult when the opportunity comes. But the delight I had in you, and in the hours we spent together and in all your acts of friendship to me, is really part of my life and can never die out of me. I see distinctly how much poorer I should have been if I had never known you. If you had seen more of me in late years you would not have such almost cruel thoughts as that the book into which you have faithfully put your experience and best convictions could make you "repugnant" to me. Whatever else my growth may have been, it has not been towards irreverence and ready rejection of what other minds can give me. You once unhappily mistook my feeling and point of view in something I wrote 'e0 propos of an argument in your "Aids to Faith," and that made me think it better that we should not write on large and difficult subjects in hasty letters. But it has often been painful to me -- I should say, it has constantly been painful to me, that you have ever since inferred me to be in a hard and unsympathetic state about your views and your writing. But I am habitually disposed myself to the same unbelief in the sympathy that is given me, and am the last person who should be allowed to complain of such unbelief in another. And it is very likely that I may have been faulty and disagreeable in my expressions.
Excuse all my many mistakes, dear Sara -- and never believe otherwise than that I have a glow of joy when you write to me as if my existence were some good to you. I know that I am, and can be, very little practically, but to have the least value for your thought is what I care much to be assured of.
When we got home I found Miss Marshall's card, and wrote to her. She has answered me from Folkstone, telling me the grievous effect of that sun-stroke on her sight, which used to be so strong. I am glad she is out of London, for the heat is peculiarly languor-giving here. Perhaps in the cooler part of the autumn when your book is out of your hands, you will like to move from home a little and see your London friends?
Mr. Call writes that he and his brother have a difficult executorship for their sister's children. He has sent an article on Apollonius of Tyana for the Fortnightly 371 -- which, I suppose, you do not see.
We are feeble wretches as to our health -- but otherwise all is well with us. Our traveling in Brittany was a good deal marred and obstructed by the Emperor's f'eate 372 which sent all the world on our track towards Cherbourg and Brest. But the Norman churches, the great cathedrals at Le Mans, Tours, and Chartres 373 with their marvellous painted glass were worth much scrambling to see.
Always your old
Pollian.
MS: Yale. Mostly published: Cross, II, 409-412.
The Priory, | 21. North Bank, | Regents Park.
September 14. 65.
My dear Sara
We came home again on Thursday night -- this day week -- after a month's absence in Normandy and Brittany. I have been thinking of you very often since, but believed that you did not care to have the interruption of letters just now, and would rather defer correspondence till your mind was freer. If I had suspected that you would feel any want satisfied by a letter I should certainly have written. I had not heard of Miss Carter's death, 370 else I should have conceived something of your state of mind. I think you and I are alike in this, that we can get no good out of pretended comforts, which are the devices of self-love, but would rather, in spite of pain, grow into the endurance of "all naked truths." So I say no word about your great loss -- except that I love you and sorrow with you.
Dear Sara, you do not doubt that I love you? The circumstances of life -- the changes that take place in ourselves -- hem in the expression of affections and memories that live within us and enter almost into every day, and long separations often make intercourse difficult when the opportunity comes. But the delight I had in you, and in the hours we spent together and in all your acts of friendship to me, is really part of my life and can never die out of me. I see distinctly how much poorer I should have been if I had never known you. If you had seen more of me in late years you would not have such almost cruel thoughts as that the book into which you have faithfully put your experience and best convictions could make you "repugnant" to me. Whatever else my growth may have been, it has not been towards irreverence and ready rejection of what other minds can give me. You once unhappily mistook my feeling and point of view in something I wrote 'e0 propos of an argument in your "Aids to Faith," and that made me think it better that we should not write on large and difficult subjects in hasty letters. But it has often been painful to me -- I should say, it has constantly been painful to me, that you have ever since inferred me to be in a hard and unsympathetic state about your views and your writing. But I am habitually disposed myself to the same unbelief in the sympathy that is given me, and am the last person who should be allowed to complain of such unbelief in another. And it is very likely that I may have been faulty and disagreeable in my expressions.
Excuse all my many mistakes, dear Sara -- and never believe otherwise than that I have a glow of joy when you write to me as if my existence were some good to you. I know that I am, and can be, very little practically, but to have the least value for your thought is what I care much to be assured of.
When we got home I found Miss Marshall's card, and wrote to her. She has answered me from Folkstone, telling me the grievous effect of that sun-stroke on her sight, which used to be so strong. I am glad she is out of London, for the heat is peculiarly languor-giving here. Perhaps in the cooler part of the autumn when your book is out of your hands, you will like to move from home a little and see your London friends?
Mr. Call writes that he and his brother have a difficult executorship for their sister's children. He has sent an article on Apollonius of Tyana for the Fortnightly 371 -- which, I suppose, you do not see.
We are feeble wretches as to our health -- but otherwise all is well with us. Our traveling in Brittany was a good deal marred and obstructed by the Emperor's f'eate 372 which sent all the world on our track towards Cherbourg and Brest. But the Norman churches, the great cathedrals at Le Mans, Tours, and Chartres 373 with their marvellous painted glass were worth much scrambling to see.
Always your old
Pollian.
Signature
Pollian.
Citation
George Eliot, GE to Sara Sophia Hennell, London, 14 September 1865, Complete George Eliot Letters(2026), George Eliot Archive, edited by Beverley Park Rilett. https://GeorgeEliotArchive.org, Accessed September 7, 2026. https://www.georgeeliotarchive.org/items/show/93995