Untitled
Category
Ephemera
Date
Unknown
Materials
Photographic paper and paper
Measurements
91 x 63 mm; 180 mm (Height); 113 mm (Width); 127 mm (Height); 115 mm (Width)
Collection
Tyntesfield, North Somerset
NT 27411.48
Summary
Sepia photograph of RupertGurney. Handwritten letter from Bessie Charles dated; 1877. Part of a handwritten letter from Rupert Gurney.
Full description
On right hand side of page is a sepia photograph of Rupert Gurney, Recorder of London. Note underneath reads; I have been requested by Mrs Imber(?) a Constituent of mine to forward to you the enclosed application and shall be glad if you should be able to comply with it. I am Your obedient Servant (signed) Rupert Gurney Written beneath in different handwriting; Rt. Hn. Rupert Gurney Recorder of London On left hand side is a four-page letter from Bessie Charles, dated Easter Monday Impressed address Combe Edge, Hampstead Heath. NW Easter Monday (handwritten) Dear Mrs. Gibbs, It would give me much pleasure if you could come to lunch with my mother and me any day this week – except Friday, when I am engaged – or next week. If the afternoon would suit you better – I am generally at home at five o’clock – if you could let me know would be sure to be at home. Yours very sincerely, Bessie Charles Next page Home, because not Home I need not call it Home, Tis but a ship at sea; I look across the waves & foam, I press across to thee I press across to thee As on the prow I stand Thirsting thy glorious face to see In the beloved land In the beloved land Where my beloved are Where ever, near to thee they stand, And watch us, not from far. This earth, in every clime, Speeds through the skies apace, Measuring the ceaseless flow of time By her swift whirl through space (Next page) And me, in time or space, Abide not still, one day, I need not then call home the place Wherein we cannot stay Wherein we need not stay Incabled, launched, & free, And cleaving through the seas our way To our belov’d & Thee. This rest house by the way I need not call it home, ‘Tis but My guest house, night & day Where pilgrims go & come; My pilgrims come & go, Welcomed and sped by Thee, I need not build a Home below My guest house let it be; (New page) For it is Thine, not mine, And therefore ‘tis no care Yet I must do my best with Thine To make it bright & fair; To make it bright & sweet For Thee and Thine alway, A resting-place for weary feet To speed them on Thy way Thy ship upon My deep, Steer to My shore by Thee; Thy guest house which for Thee I keep, And therefore Home to me ! Combe Edge November 1877 B C (handwritten)
Provenance
Purchase from the estate of the late Lord Wraxall with the assistance of the NHMF and donations from members and supporters.