BIB_ID
396918
Accession number
MA 8732.11
Creator
James, Henry, 1843-1916.
Display Date
"Saturday" [1890] July 19.
Credit line
Gift of Mrs. Arthur Bliss Lane and Mrs. Stanley B. Hawks, 1968.
Description
1 item (10 pages) ; 17.8 x 11.3 cm + envelope
Notes
Part of a collection of letters from Henry James to Dr. William W. Baldwin between 1887 and 1900 (MA 8732.1-75). This collection is part of a much larger collection of letters to Dr. Baldwin from authors, English royalty and other luminaries of the period, including Samuel Clemens, William Dean Howells, Sarah Orne Jewett, Henry Cabot Lodge, Booth Tarkington, Edith Wharton and Constance Fenimore Woolson. See MA 3564 for more information on the complete Baldwin collection.
Written from "Paradisino / Vallombrosa / Pontassieve".
Written from "Paradisino / Vallombrosa / Pontassieve".
Provenance
Gift of Mrs. Arthur Bliss Lane and Mrs. Stanley B. Hawks, 1968.
Summary
Describing Vallombrosa; saying "This place is delicious, & I wish indeed you could come up. In not reaching the Paradisino the other day we failed to see the cream of it - for the lovely spot from which I write this must be seen close at hand to be appreciated. It is far superior to the larger building below - & so much more uplifted & detached that it is infinitely fresher & cooler - with the advantage too of a lovely little old terrace, which is just outside of my window, & which hanging forward, like the prow of a ship over the valley & the abysses below, commands the whole situation, the whole immense view, &c, & makes a delightful place to sit in the morning & the evening. In the afternoon it gets the sun, but from sunset on it is delicious, & in the evening glorious - with a tendency to be too fresh. In this house there are but 5 or 6 people (though I believe 10 or 12 more are expected from day to day) & it is thoroughly clean and comfortable; with excellent food & attendance - a big cool dining room, the former chapel of the old hermitage or monastery. The walls (all over) are 2 feet thick, & this a.m. (splendid here) I am almost cold as I sit writing this...I spent all yesterday afternoon lying under a tree, on a breezy upland, with a book...The moral of all this is, Do come up yourself;" expressing his hope "that life isn't a burden to you even at Via Palestro...I hope these days have brought you only simplifications - not complications."
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