LANG
(Andrew, 1844-1912, Folklorist, Poet & Scholar)
Part Autograph Letter Signed with some text,
on one side saying he does not know "Paget, but I think a brother of his married a lady I know, who bore the pleasing name of MOKE. It is not easy to say anything original on those occasions but I can very sincerely congratulate a Paget ...", and on the other side says he is "drowned out fishing. My wife sends her love, and is writing I daresay. I always feel rather depressed when people I like are engaged, but it wears off! ...", half of 2 sides 8vo., no place, no date
slightly duststained on the verso
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21439
£45
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LANG
(Andrew, 1844-1912, Scottish Folklorist, Poet & Scholar)
Fine Autograph Letter Signed in a very shaky hand to an unnamed correspondent
asking he has “made a middle, adding Hanotaux’s new study to Joanne. May I draw your attention to a weird cause célèbre, in Roughead’s Trial of Oscar Slater (Hodge, Glasgow)? It is most astonishing as study of evidence and of ‘probable error’...” he says he has written about it and “can do so again if you like as a very curious point or two need exploring...”, 3 sides 8vo., 1 Marloes Road, 1st October no year but
Item Date:
1911
Stock No:
42220
£145
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LANG
(Andrew, 1844-1912, Folklorist, Poet & Scholar)
End of an Autograph Letter Signed with the subscription
"Yours very truly", 4½" x 1½", no place, no date
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Stock No:
38964
£25
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LAWRENCE WRITES TO HIS COUSIN FROM INDIA AND TALKS ABOUT THEIR FRIENDS THE HARDY’S
LAWRENCE
(T.[homas] E.[dward] 1888-1935, ‘Lawrence of Arabia’ British soldier, scholar and author of ‘The Seven Pillars of Wisdom’)
Superb long Autograph Letter Signed (‘T. E. Shaw’) to his cousin Milicent Lilian Teresa FETHERSTONEHAUGH
(1894-1971, his cousin and a friend of Thomas and Emma Hardy) saying that it “was nice to think of Dorset again, as I read your letter. Miramshah is the Clouds' Hill only in that we burn wood for fuel. Otherwise it is a tiny brick fort, all ringed with barbed wire, in which 25 R.A.F. and 700 India troops live very shut up and peaceful lives. They will not let us go beyond the barbed wire and the aerodrome: so when I want fresh air, I take it in the air, literally! We are 3000 feet up, and it is cold. The mountains all about us are snow-dressed for their top 4000 feet. in the hollow, with us, there is no snow and very little frost: but it is cold enough to make an excuse for wood fires: and they are very luxurious. Afghanistan is only ten miles away. The newspapers in England seem to have had a burst of curiosity about me lately, and to have put me in all sorts of queer places. Only they haven't said Miramshah. Yet Miramshah is quite a queer place. I hope to come home in 1930. The delay is for a film about me to be produced and forgotten: and the film-magnate who proposed to do it has turned coy: probably he is short of money. I hope so, for perhaps he'll give it up: and that will be a great relief to me. I'm glad you see Mrs Hardy. She must have felt very unrooted when T. H. went: almost worse than you and Okers Wood, for T.H. must have been a great experience, as a house-mate: and the shadow of his reputation will be very heavy on her while she lives. Her first volume on T.H., is, I see, out: I've read bits of it. If you see her, will you say that I was delighted with the way they ran? It struck me, as once before, that it was as good as another book by the old man. I do wish people didn't die. He was worth going round the world just to see for five minutes: and now it's all over. A stupid little letter this: but I'd defy Samuel Pepys to fill a diary at Miramshah. It's like being in cold storage. My regards to B and the Morris! Yours, T. E. Shaw'...”, 4 sides 8vo., with original autograph envelope, 338171 A/C Shaw R.A.F., Miramshah Fort, Waziristan, India, 11th November
Item Date:
1928
Stock No:
41759
£17500
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LAWRENCE EXPRESSES HIS DISGUST AT THE CONFISCATION OF HIS PAINTINGS AND THE BURNING OF HIS BOOKS
LAWRENCE
(David Herbert, 1885-1930, Poet, Novelist and Essayist)
Superb long Autograph letter signed with initials to Else (Jaffe Richthofen, his sister-in-law)
saying that “Hans says it rains in Bavaria, & Max Mohr says it rains in Bavaria, so I suppose it does. Only now I hope it has left off. Here it is quite decent, sunny mornings, cloudy afternoons, & quite pleasant. The Schwiegermutter [mother-in-law] is here but says she will go back to the Stiff on Thursday. On Friday here ‘heissgeliebese Anita’ [beloved Anita] is due to arrive, with the nichtshoheissgelieber - aberdochgelieber Hinke [nothing dear - but dear Hinke], they will say a while here in the Löwer. [Lion] I have never met the Hinke, so I have a joy in store. We had the 50th Geburtstag bier [birthday beer] on Sunday evening, very noble, Bowle, trout, ducks and nice people - 3 Halms, 2 Schweikbards. 1 Kugler - and they all seemed very happy and we all kept it up very bravely. But alas, next day Frieda was in one of the worst moods I have ever seen here in! a seelerkafter [soulful], or however you spell it. You hear the pictures are to be returned to me, on condition they are never shown again in England, but sent away to me on the Continent, that they may never pollute that island of lily-livered angels again. What hypocrisy & poltroonery, & how I detest & despise my England. I had rather be a German or anything than belong to such a nation of craven, cowardly hypocrites. My curse on them! They will burn my four picture books, will they? So it is decreed. But they shall burn through the thread of their own existence as a nation, at the same time. Delenda est cartago! [Carthage must be destroyed] but she will destroy herself, amply. Che muoia! [Let him die]. Your mother says we are to stay here till middle September. I hope not. We have been here a month on Thursday, and when the heissgeliebse [dearest] Annie is here we shall surely be a superfluity. I should like to move in another week or ten days. Shall we come to Bavaria, to Rolsach, do you thing? or best so south to Lugano? I wonder if Hans is setting off across the mountain! We are going to tea with some Taormina friends, Americans, who are staying in. the Stephanie. Your mother says: Die wirst was schönes schen, Les Stephanie! [You’re going to make something nice, the Stephanie!]. It is all I can do not to make some really rude remark. I am so sick of all those old lies. It is terrible to be old, one becomes a bottle of old, but never mellow lies - lies, lies, lies / everything. Wisheit der Alter! [Wisdom of ages]. 19th Century lies... Only today I threw away the flowers you gathered when you were here & the Toadflax (wilde löwenmaüle) [wild snapdragons] were still fresh...”, 4 sides 4to., on lined paper, Hotel Löwen, [Lion Hotel] Lichtenthal, 13th August
Item Date:
1929
Stock No:
41992
£5000
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