BIB_ID
397193
Accession number
MA 8732.54
Creator
James, Henry, 1843-1916.
Display Date
"Tuesday" [1894] Dec. 18.
Credit line
Gift of Mrs. Arthur Bliss Lane and Mrs. Stanley B. Hawks, 1968.
Description
1 item (4 pages) ; 17.5 x 11.2 cm + envelope
Notes
According to the introductory text in the published letter cited below, Dr. Baldwin had recently arrived "...in England to treat members of the Astor family." William Waldorf Astor resided at Cliveden, the address to which this letter for Dr. Baldwin was sent. Mamie Astor, William Waldorf Astor's wife, died three days before Christmas in 1894.
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 on stationery embossed "34, De Vere Gardens. W."
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 on stationery embossed "34, De Vere Gardens. W."
Provenance
Gift of Mrs. Arthur Bliss Lane and Mrs. Stanley B. Hawks, 1968.
Summary
Inviting him to tea; saying "I both rejoice in you & pity you - the latter for having to race across Alps & Appenines, to say nothing of convulsed channels, to weary your delicate flesh & to please bloated Billionaires. I fear my only time to see you tomorrow, Wednesday 19th, will be at 5-7, at which do come to tea with me. I am up to my eyes in rehearsing a play & it takes all the central hours of each day, making a huge hole in the same; & tomorrow I dine out, worse luck. But I shall be at home by 5 - to dinnertime. Shant you be here Thursday? To lunch or dine with me? I hope you are not 1/2 dead. Damn your influenzas - healer of others. In frantic haste-..."
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