BIB_ID
423862
Accession number
MA 2092.33
Creator
McNabb, Vincent, 1868-1943.
Display Date
Leicester, England, 1910 January 23.
Credit line
Gift of H. Bradley Martin, 1960.
Description
1 item (4 pages) ; 15.2 x 9.8 cm + envelope
Notes
Envelope "To Henry / By kind favour of Dr. Ryan." There is a penciled note on the verso saying "with letter of 23 January 1910."
Written from "Holy Cross Priory, / Leicester" on stationery printed with the address.
Amy Cooper Ryan was Edith Cooper's sister and Katharine Bradley's niece. Amy Cooper Ryan died January 22, 1910.
Housed with a printed announcement of "A Course of Lectures on Political Economy by the Very Rev. Father McNabb, O.P., S.T.L." with the titles and dates of 6 lectures the dates of which appear to be in 1910, the year of writing of 6 of the 7 letters from Father McNabb to Edith Cooper.
This letter is part of a collection of correspondence by and to Katharine Bradley and Edith Cooper dating from 1888 to 1910. See the collection record for more information (MA 2092.1-48).
Written from "Holy Cross Priory, / Leicester" on stationery printed with the address.
Amy Cooper Ryan was Edith Cooper's sister and Katharine Bradley's niece. Amy Cooper Ryan died January 22, 1910.
Housed with a printed announcement of "A Course of Lectures on Political Economy by the Very Rev. Father McNabb, O.P., S.T.L." with the titles and dates of 6 lectures the dates of which appear to be in 1910, the year of writing of 6 of the 7 letters from Father McNabb to Edith Cooper.
This letter is part of a collection of correspondence by and to Katharine Bradley and Edith Cooper dating from 1888 to 1910. See the collection record for more information (MA 2092.1-48).
Provenance
Gift of H. Bradley Martin, 1960.
Summary
Saying "The others will know why to you I give the few moments of to-day that I can call my own. They are only mine because I have stolen them from the flood of duties that overwhelms this day of rest. To-day the alter is draped with purple; & the purple of sorrow is upon your soul. I remember your dear sister as 'Amata' - a being sent of God into this world as sunshine only to be loved. Her eyes seemed like still mountain tarns aglow only with the shadows & light in the sky. I have a memory of inexpressible gentleness - a certain snow-drop quiet & peace that springs up in dark days for their redemption. May I recall Fr. Tabb's words. / Niva, child of innocence, / Dust to dust we go. / Thou, when winter wooed / thee hence / Wentest snow to snow. I have ever loved snow-drops almost beyond all flowers; - not because they are the fairest - as perhaps they are; but because they are there unexpectedly in the dark cold days when flowers are rarest & we need them most. God is in this death. I see Him alone; & the flower whom He has plucked from the bosom of Winter as if proud that it could bloom in such surroundings. God bless you."
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