Stuart to Edith
Jan. 10 1918
My Belovéd,
Thank you very very much for your well-thought out and clearly expressed answer to my question.
I thought there was the vague dislike at the back of your mind and I was half afraid to ask you because I felt you would not like me to put the question by word of mouth.
Although, as you say, many blessings seem to have been withheld from me, yet on the other hand there is a very great deal to be thankful for. My position was a very difficult one, in fact I think no one could have blamed me if I had not undertaken the task of providing for 4 brothers and a sister. That position, however, was taken and I do not think I could have done as well as I have without Divine help. Anyway, I am not sure that that ought to be a real reason for ordination; I think there must be something more than the feeling of Duty. I should say one needs to be “on fire for souls”. I wonder what “a call” really is; perhaps one day I will ask Mr Grey’s opinion.
I agree with all you say about the service of daily life and that possibly I could do more good as layman than clerical, but I feel doubtful as to whether when we are Man and Wife I shall want to give much time to anything besides You and Home; in fact, I am not sure but that you ought to have it all, especially if our hopes are realized and our family grows larger.
I had practically made up my mind before, and now after what you have said I think I shall decide to put away (not altogether but on one side) thoughts of ordination and to try to fit myself to be the best of layman, to be a worthy mate for you, the Best of Women.
I can see I have overdone things in the past – I must go steadily on keeping as close as I can to things which matter and then perhaps, I hope it may so, I shall be guided in the right way. Before saying Goodbye, let me thank you for all you said, for your poetry-piece, and also for those words where you said you would fall in with my plans. Dearest, I don’t really want tha, what I want is that we should go on hand in hand and not that you should do things which you do not care for just to please me; little things given up are perhaps good but I do not think such a long strain at an uncongenial task would help us to bring to Perfection that Home and Family of which we dream.
Now Goodbye, again Belovéd, you make me feel again how wise and sensible you are, may I be worthy of you and your love, my Sweetheart. Goodbye, Best of Women, Goodbye.
(c) DearestBeloved 2011
Tuesday 3 May 2011
8 January 1918 Stuart to Edith - Letter #64
Stuart to Edith
Jan. 8 1918
Sweetheart (“Deep down and real and true”!),
I have so many things I should like to say that I hardly know where to begin. Many, most perhaps, will be omitted but I will do what I can to show you some more of the workings of my mind, and to let you see me as I really am.
I must first thank you very very much for that photograph and its case; I have wanted one for a long time, and I think you could have given me nothing which would have pleased me more; that it was not ready by Christmas is a trifling detail which I hope you will quickly forget. I say “Goodnight” to you every night and kiss you and again in the morning you are in my mind; I could not forget you even accidentally for your photo rests under my pillow and would remind me if I should forget.
Somehow or other I could not tell you on Saturday when we were talking about ordination just what I wanted to say. I will try to write it; what is your real opinion about the matter? do you dislike the idea? do you think I am unsuitable? Put aside for the time, that thought, that black ideal, I once suggested of a Home without a Man; I hope that will never be so with us, and if we one day realize our hopes and dreams and are Man and Wife, I will do my very best to play my part. So dismiss that thought and tell me what you think.
I wonder sometimes too what you really think about me and Gladys and whether because I once told you you hurt, you refrain from tell me the whole truth and taking me to task for what I may have done wrong. Although I said I did not care, I did not mean I do not try to mend matters, but that I did not let it worry me as it used to. I cannot see (perhaps I am blind) that Gladys has much to complain of, for I study her as far as I can and lately I think more than ever, but I do not think she means things to be better, for she will often go out of her way to be unkind and rude (at lest so it seems to me). But, Dearest, I do try and am trying for the best; although honestly I do not think we shall improve much until she does what she says she wants and leaves Oxford.
Best Belovéd, I hope I do not trouble you very much by telling you all these difficulties of mine; I sometimes think I ought not to tell you, not because of any disloyalty to Gladys but because they must be a cause of sadness (if only a little) to you. They are not, however, very heavy burdens. I feel I have done and am doing my best and that I can do no more; but I look forward to another Home, Yours and Mine – Ours, where this kind of thing will be unknown, where selfishness will be forgotten, where Love and Unselfishness will be supreme.
You “run yourself down”, Sweetheart. You say I am far above you; I can’t agree to it at all; in fact one of the few things which make me a little anxious is that you should find me wanting. I thought once before, as I told you, that I had failed you; I felt if I had been all to you that I should desire to be, that you could have told me all your trouble and together we could have overcome it; I was very sorry I had not been able to come up to what I hoped but someday, soon, I hope I shall. Edith, you think me the Best of Men; what will you say when your eyes are opened and you see all my imperfections? That you will still love me I do not doubt, but will it be with the same great strong love now? Belovéd, it makes me anxious, although I think the answer is “Yes”, for I want to best from you, just as I am trying tto give the best to you.
In spite of what I said earlier, I do not expect to be ordained, and what you said about my house and our home, has led me to think more definitely than I have done yet. Some of your plans I can see materializing while others are very hazy; that is partly what I meant on Sunday when I told Elsie I did not believe all she was telling me for it seemed that my house would not be sufficiently large, but I can see now that you were probably thinking of a larger house to which we should have moved when the family was larger; we shall, however, see. Our ideas, I expect, are at present too big for our home, but it is of great use I should think to express them, it give us some idea of what we [are] aiming at, something of a pattern to follow. It seems to me that I should do best to be quiet and to leave the arrangements of everything to you, for then I feel confident that all will be of the very best; that I though a stickler for tidiness and cleanliness, shall have nothing to grumble at on that score and that for Beauty and Comfort our Home will be unsurpassed.
My Belovéd, I still think it possible that those 3½ years may see the time when I shall be able to say to you “Wife, this is Our Home”, when Goodnights will not be said to photos, but to the living person, when in practice as well as in theory, you and I shall be one.
This I pray earnestly for daily, and I feel it will all come true and the hope of such things more than neutralizes the little discomforts or the present. Goodbye and Goodnight, Belovéd; I have not said many things I wanted to, but only a very few for time is up and I must go back to my work.
Sweetheart, my Best of Women, I love you dearly, preciously; I feel there is no woman to be compared to you and I wish I could do more to show you something of what you are to me, but it is too great o talk of. I can only feel it within me, sometimes almost busting.
Once more Goodbye, Goodnight; may you find that School Life is better this term than last, may all things be well with you. I prayed “extra” for you this morning as you were re-starting and you have been more than ever in my thoughts to-day; but now, Belovéd and Best, Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye.
(c) DearestBeloved 2011
Jan. 8 1918
Sweetheart (“Deep down and real and true”!),
I have so many things I should like to say that I hardly know where to begin. Many, most perhaps, will be omitted but I will do what I can to show you some more of the workings of my mind, and to let you see me as I really am.
I must first thank you very very much for that photograph and its case; I have wanted one for a long time, and I think you could have given me nothing which would have pleased me more; that it was not ready by Christmas is a trifling detail which I hope you will quickly forget. I say “Goodnight” to you every night and kiss you and again in the morning you are in my mind; I could not forget you even accidentally for your photo rests under my pillow and would remind me if I should forget.
Somehow or other I could not tell you on Saturday when we were talking about ordination just what I wanted to say. I will try to write it; what is your real opinion about the matter? do you dislike the idea? do you think I am unsuitable? Put aside for the time, that thought, that black ideal, I once suggested of a Home without a Man; I hope that will never be so with us, and if we one day realize our hopes and dreams and are Man and Wife, I will do my very best to play my part. So dismiss that thought and tell me what you think.
I wonder sometimes too what you really think about me and Gladys and whether because I once told you you hurt, you refrain from tell me the whole truth and taking me to task for what I may have done wrong. Although I said I did not care, I did not mean I do not try to mend matters, but that I did not let it worry me as it used to. I cannot see (perhaps I am blind) that Gladys has much to complain of, for I study her as far as I can and lately I think more than ever, but I do not think she means things to be better, for she will often go out of her way to be unkind and rude (at lest so it seems to me). But, Dearest, I do try and am trying for the best; although honestly I do not think we shall improve much until she does what she says she wants and leaves Oxford.
Best Belovéd, I hope I do not trouble you very much by telling you all these difficulties of mine; I sometimes think I ought not to tell you, not because of any disloyalty to Gladys but because they must be a cause of sadness (if only a little) to you. They are not, however, very heavy burdens. I feel I have done and am doing my best and that I can do no more; but I look forward to another Home, Yours and Mine – Ours, where this kind of thing will be unknown, where selfishness will be forgotten, where Love and Unselfishness will be supreme.
You “run yourself down”, Sweetheart. You say I am far above you; I can’t agree to it at all; in fact one of the few things which make me a little anxious is that you should find me wanting. I thought once before, as I told you, that I had failed you; I felt if I had been all to you that I should desire to be, that you could have told me all your trouble and together we could have overcome it; I was very sorry I had not been able to come up to what I hoped but someday, soon, I hope I shall. Edith, you think me the Best of Men; what will you say when your eyes are opened and you see all my imperfections? That you will still love me I do not doubt, but will it be with the same great strong love now? Belovéd, it makes me anxious, although I think the answer is “Yes”, for I want to best from you, just as I am trying tto give the best to you.
In spite of what I said earlier, I do not expect to be ordained, and what you said about my house and our home, has led me to think more definitely than I have done yet. Some of your plans I can see materializing while others are very hazy; that is partly what I meant on Sunday when I told Elsie I did not believe all she was telling me for it seemed that my house would not be sufficiently large, but I can see now that you were probably thinking of a larger house to which we should have moved when the family was larger; we shall, however, see. Our ideas, I expect, are at present too big for our home, but it is of great use I should think to express them, it give us some idea of what we [are] aiming at, something of a pattern to follow. It seems to me that I should do best to be quiet and to leave the arrangements of everything to you, for then I feel confident that all will be of the very best; that I though a stickler for tidiness and cleanliness, shall have nothing to grumble at on that score and that for Beauty and Comfort our Home will be unsurpassed.
My Belovéd, I still think it possible that those 3½ years may see the time when I shall be able to say to you “Wife, this is Our Home”, when Goodnights will not be said to photos, but to the living person, when in practice as well as in theory, you and I shall be one.
This I pray earnestly for daily, and I feel it will all come true and the hope of such things more than neutralizes the little discomforts or the present. Goodbye and Goodnight, Belovéd; I have not said many things I wanted to, but only a very few for time is up and I must go back to my work.
Sweetheart, my Best of Women, I love you dearly, preciously; I feel there is no woman to be compared to you and I wish I could do more to show you something of what you are to me, but it is too great o talk of. I can only feel it within me, sometimes almost busting.
Once more Goodbye, Goodnight; may you find that School Life is better this term than last, may all things be well with you. I prayed “extra” for you this morning as you were re-starting and you have been more than ever in my thoughts to-day; but now, Belovéd and Best, Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye.
(c) DearestBeloved 2011
Friday 18 March 2011
8 January 1918 Edith to Stuart - Letter #63
Edith to Stuart
8.1.18
My Belovéd,
I seems like an anniversary today; it seemed like one yesterday and it will be like one to tomorrow. Yesterday was the anniversary of the Beginning of Things, and I sometimes wonder if anything will ever be better than that Beginning. I never dreamed of anything half so wonderful as the joy you gave me on that day. So, by way of keeping that anniversary, I bought our picture. I did not exactly mean to buy it, but I went to look at my picture at Mowbray’s, and that is so very far out of reach (you see, I am not content with the one I have). Then I went to look at the other, and it was not in the window. I took courage, and went in to ask the price of it, quite expecting that it was out of reach also. But I was pleasantly surprised, and – I bought it. I think perhaps it was cheap because there is a little white tablet missing from the bottom of the frame. I can see the marks where the screens went in. Now, I can look at the picture as often as I like. I look at it, and wonder if that joy will be greater than the joy at the Beginning of Things (I think it will) I wonder, too, if you will sit on my bed like that, and bring me primroses. I hope it will be in the Spring time, so that you may. And then I pray one little tiny prayer, that God will make me worthy of that great joy, and responsibility. I think that picture will help me a lot. I cannot look at it without thinking of our future, our Home, and the earnest preparation which should be going on now; and I ask myself if I am doing anything which will hinder our happiness the least little bit.
Now, Belovéd, once more I must say, “Goodnight”. We are well on the way to the End of the Beginning, when I shall be with you always, Best of men. Hear me whispering this as you go to sleep, “I love you, I love – Goodnight.”
Through every minute of this day,
Be with me, Lord!
Through every day of all this week,
Be with me, Lord!
Through every week of all this year,
Be with me, Lord!
Through all the years of all this life,
Be with me, Lord!
So shall the days and weeks and years
Be threaded on a golden cord,
And all draw on with sweet accord
Unto Thy fullness, Lord,
That is, when Time is past,
By Grace, I may at last,
Be with Thee, Lord.
(c) DearestBeloved 2011
8.1.18
My Belovéd,
I seems like an anniversary today; it seemed like one yesterday and it will be like one to tomorrow. Yesterday was the anniversary of the Beginning of Things, and I sometimes wonder if anything will ever be better than that Beginning. I never dreamed of anything half so wonderful as the joy you gave me on that day. So, by way of keeping that anniversary, I bought our picture. I did not exactly mean to buy it, but I went to look at my picture at Mowbray’s, and that is so very far out of reach (you see, I am not content with the one I have). Then I went to look at the other, and it was not in the window. I took courage, and went in to ask the price of it, quite expecting that it was out of reach also. But I was pleasantly surprised, and – I bought it. I think perhaps it was cheap because there is a little white tablet missing from the bottom of the frame. I can see the marks where the screens went in. Now, I can look at the picture as often as I like. I look at it, and wonder if that joy will be greater than the joy at the Beginning of Things (I think it will) I wonder, too, if you will sit on my bed like that, and bring me primroses. I hope it will be in the Spring time, so that you may. And then I pray one little tiny prayer, that God will make me worthy of that great joy, and responsibility. I think that picture will help me a lot. I cannot look at it without thinking of our future, our Home, and the earnest preparation which should be going on now; and I ask myself if I am doing anything which will hinder our happiness the least little bit.
Now, Belovéd, once more I must say, “Goodnight”. We are well on the way to the End of the Beginning, when I shall be with you always, Best of men. Hear me whispering this as you go to sleep, “I love you, I love – Goodnight.”
Through every minute of this day,
Be with me, Lord!
Through every day of all this week,
Be with me, Lord!
Through every week of all this year,
Be with me, Lord!
Through all the years of all this life,
Be with me, Lord!
So shall the days and weeks and years
Be threaded on a golden cord,
And all draw on with sweet accord
Unto Thy fullness, Lord,
That is, when Time is past,
By Grace, I may at last,
Be with Thee, Lord.
(c) DearestBeloved 2011
4 January 1918 Suart to Edith - Letter #62
Stuart to Edith
Jan. 4 1918
Best of Women,
I must write a few lines this morning, I feel that you more than want them, and I hope they will be of some use to you; this sounds very conceited, I know (I wonder if it is so).
I think I do not quite understand what you wished to tell me, for I cannot believe exactly what you wrote. You drew a bad picture, Belovéd, but what I feel about it is this. You were tempted and you mistook the temptation for the sin; you felt that the suggestions to evil were the evil itself. I have felt that same thing many, many times, especially when I was fighting particularly hard against the evil which was my chief fault; evil suggestions would come and I got very downhearted.
But temptation is not sin, for was not Jesus tempted?
Again, I believe those who have the greatest temptations and conquer are those who make the best men and women; they may fall more often than those who endure less, but they are all the stronger and hardier for their struggle, they bear the honourable scars of a soldier.
This is very much what you once called “preachy stuff” and I fear I am sometimes inclined that way, but I would not have written this at all if I had not thought and hoped it would be of some use. You could say it all to yourself I know, but to have someone else say it makes a lot of difference.
Now for a little while, Goodbye. You are still and always will be I hope the Best of Women to me, you are my Great White Queen and I wish I could do more for your to show you how very precious you are to me and how far above me you seem, but, Dearest, Belovéd, Sweetheart, I will now say that we will be one and the same and we will go higher and higher till everything is Perfect, Home, Love, Character, everything.
This is for this morning, so I must not, as I have little time, say a long Goodbye, but just God be with you and keep you till I see you to night.
(c) DearestBeloved 2011
Jan. 4 1918
Best of Women,
I must write a few lines this morning, I feel that you more than want them, and I hope they will be of some use to you; this sounds very conceited, I know (I wonder if it is so).
I think I do not quite understand what you wished to tell me, for I cannot believe exactly what you wrote. You drew a bad picture, Belovéd, but what I feel about it is this. You were tempted and you mistook the temptation for the sin; you felt that the suggestions to evil were the evil itself. I have felt that same thing many, many times, especially when I was fighting particularly hard against the evil which was my chief fault; evil suggestions would come and I got very downhearted.
But temptation is not sin, for was not Jesus tempted?
Again, I believe those who have the greatest temptations and conquer are those who make the best men and women; they may fall more often than those who endure less, but they are all the stronger and hardier for their struggle, they bear the honourable scars of a soldier.
This is very much what you once called “preachy stuff” and I fear I am sometimes inclined that way, but I would not have written this at all if I had not thought and hoped it would be of some use. You could say it all to yourself I know, but to have someone else say it makes a lot of difference.
Now for a little while, Goodbye. You are still and always will be I hope the Best of Women to me, you are my Great White Queen and I wish I could do more for your to show you how very precious you are to me and how far above me you seem, but, Dearest, Belovéd, Sweetheart, I will now say that we will be one and the same and we will go higher and higher till everything is Perfect, Home, Love, Character, everything.
This is for this morning, so I must not, as I have little time, say a long Goodbye, but just God be with you and keep you till I see you to night.
(c) DearestBeloved 2011
Monday 31 January 2011
3 January 1918 Edith to Stuart - Letter #61
Edith to Stuart
3.1.18
My Belovéd,
I want to tell you about last night, but I do not know whether I shall succeed. During the first part of our walk home, I was very wicked, and wanted to say things which I ought not, nasty, selfish things. When you said you wished you could get inside, I was very glad you could not, sometimes I wish you could, when you would find all nice, happy things inside. But just then you would have found the blackest, most selfish things you can think of. Then, Dearest, you reproved me, and in the best possible way. You did not know that you were correcting me, but that makes no difference. If you had known what was going on inside me, and had corrected me in the usual way, I should probably have been angry, and more selfish than ever. But you just showed me what was inside you, all good, and noble, and pure thoughts, with no trace of selfishness at all, Dearest. I was overwhelmed with what I saw in you, compared with what I had just seen in myself, and I cannot tell you how thankful I was that I had not said the wicked things I wanted to say. But having kept them to myself does not atone for having thought them. Belovéd, if I do sometimes say the bad things I think, you will be patient, won’t you, and you will know that soon I shall wish with all my heart that I could unsay what I have said. I thought I was safe from falling in that way, but last night showed me how careful I shall have to be, and how patient you must be. Do you understand all this?
Now, Dearest, I want to write about what you wanted to do, in fact, what you did. There is one part of me which would say “Yes” to anything you asked of me, no matter what it was. Though I do not tell you often, you know that I love you, and would do anything I can to make you happy. But, on the other hand, I know that what you want to do is just the wrong way about. Last night, I felt I just could not let you do it, because I felt so low down, and I knew you were far, far above me. So, Dearest, when you very much want to do it, you may; but I cannot feel that it is the right way round.
Goodbye, Belovéd, and Goodnight, and thank you, thank you over and over again for all you have done for me, and all you are to me. I expect it is always possible for love to grow, at any rate, my love grows, and grows, and grows.
Goodnight, Belovéd, Goodnight.
(c) DearestBeloved 2011
3.1.18
My Belovéd,
I want to tell you about last night, but I do not know whether I shall succeed. During the first part of our walk home, I was very wicked, and wanted to say things which I ought not, nasty, selfish things. When you said you wished you could get inside, I was very glad you could not, sometimes I wish you could, when you would find all nice, happy things inside. But just then you would have found the blackest, most selfish things you can think of. Then, Dearest, you reproved me, and in the best possible way. You did not know that you were correcting me, but that makes no difference. If you had known what was going on inside me, and had corrected me in the usual way, I should probably have been angry, and more selfish than ever. But you just showed me what was inside you, all good, and noble, and pure thoughts, with no trace of selfishness at all, Dearest. I was overwhelmed with what I saw in you, compared with what I had just seen in myself, and I cannot tell you how thankful I was that I had not said the wicked things I wanted to say. But having kept them to myself does not atone for having thought them. Belovéd, if I do sometimes say the bad things I think, you will be patient, won’t you, and you will know that soon I shall wish with all my heart that I could unsay what I have said. I thought I was safe from falling in that way, but last night showed me how careful I shall have to be, and how patient you must be. Do you understand all this?
Now, Dearest, I want to write about what you wanted to do, in fact, what you did. There is one part of me which would say “Yes” to anything you asked of me, no matter what it was. Though I do not tell you often, you know that I love you, and would do anything I can to make you happy. But, on the other hand, I know that what you want to do is just the wrong way about. Last night, I felt I just could not let you do it, because I felt so low down, and I knew you were far, far above me. So, Dearest, when you very much want to do it, you may; but I cannot feel that it is the right way round.
Goodbye, Belovéd, and Goodnight, and thank you, thank you over and over again for all you have done for me, and all you are to me. I expect it is always possible for love to grow, at any rate, my love grows, and grows, and grows.
Goodnight, Belovéd, Goodnight.
(c) DearestBeloved 2011
2 January 1918 Stuard to Edith - Letter #60
Stuart to Edith
Jan. 2 1917
My Belovéd,
Although it is getting late, I very much want to write something to you to-night.
I wish I could find words to express all you have done for and are to me, that I could tell in convincing words that to me you are the Best, the most lovable, the Noblest of Women. I look round at other young women I know and there are few, at the moment I can think of none in the same street. I wish too I could make you feel all the happiness, joy and sunshine you have brought into my life.
Dearest, whatever may be my desserts, I am sure I have got the Best Woman. I wish the man you had got was the Best man; but, Sweetheart he isn’t, and he knows it, but he tries very hard, he wants very much to be somewhere like as good his Woman is, so that they may go on together hand in hand.
I am afraid that at the best I am only a rough diamond, the majority would not say that; I often feel I am not a fit mate for you, that I am too far down, how I wish I were the Man that you and a few other picture me.
Dearest, don’t let me hurt you; I was very much afraid I did to-night when I seemed to doubt your word, and again when I spoke about you telling me things. But I did not doubt you; Dearest, you know that is so, don’t you? You know that I trust you implicitly, all the way, because I know you are as true as steel all the way through.
And again when expressing your feelings, I know you can’t easily; they seem too sacred to speak about, we hesitated in the past because of ridicule being thrown at what was to us almost holy and the habit sticks. But Belovéd, we shall have heart-to-heart talks one day, when Goodbye will not be very frequent, when we shall have our own little home.
I have nearly been to sleep several times over this, so please excuse all defects, but I wanted to make you feel that you are to me the Best, and Noblest Woman in the World and that you have done so much for us.
Goodbye, Belovéd, I expect you are to bed now. I picture you in bed, let me kiss you goodnight and think of the days when we can sleep in one another’s arms, the days when we shall come to the full realization of the wonderful love which has been given to us.
Goodbye, Belovéd, Goodbye, Best of Women, Goodbye, Goodbye.
(c) DearestBeloved 2011
Jan. 2 1917
My Belovéd,
Although it is getting late, I very much want to write something to you to-night.
I wish I could find words to express all you have done for and are to me, that I could tell in convincing words that to me you are the Best, the most lovable, the Noblest of Women. I look round at other young women I know and there are few, at the moment I can think of none in the same street. I wish too I could make you feel all the happiness, joy and sunshine you have brought into my life.
Dearest, whatever may be my desserts, I am sure I have got the Best Woman. I wish the man you had got was the Best man; but, Sweetheart he isn’t, and he knows it, but he tries very hard, he wants very much to be somewhere like as good his Woman is, so that they may go on together hand in hand.
I am afraid that at the best I am only a rough diamond, the majority would not say that; I often feel I am not a fit mate for you, that I am too far down, how I wish I were the Man that you and a few other picture me.
Dearest, don’t let me hurt you; I was very much afraid I did to-night when I seemed to doubt your word, and again when I spoke about you telling me things. But I did not doubt you; Dearest, you know that is so, don’t you? You know that I trust you implicitly, all the way, because I know you are as true as steel all the way through.
And again when expressing your feelings, I know you can’t easily; they seem too sacred to speak about, we hesitated in the past because of ridicule being thrown at what was to us almost holy and the habit sticks. But Belovéd, we shall have heart-to-heart talks one day, when Goodbye will not be very frequent, when we shall have our own little home.
I have nearly been to sleep several times over this, so please excuse all defects, but I wanted to make you feel that you are to me the Best, and Noblest Woman in the World and that you have done so much for us.
Goodbye, Belovéd, I expect you are to bed now. I picture you in bed, let me kiss you goodnight and think of the days when we can sleep in one another’s arms, the days when we shall come to the full realization of the wonderful love which has been given to us.
Goodbye, Belovéd, Goodbye, Best of Women, Goodbye, Goodbye.
(c) DearestBeloved 2011
1 January 1918 Stuart to Edith - Letter #59
Stuart to Edith
Jan. 1 1918
Best Belovéd,
I wonder in how many more ways I am going to be shown that it is the Best of Women who loves me! I feared I had hurt you and then you give me a lifting hand up again, just as you have lifted me from that dark depression which hung over me in the summer and early autumn. I felt yesterday after my talk with Reggie’s manager that I had been a little too inclined to bask in the sunshine which you have brought into my life and have perhaps neglected my duty at home; and yet I don’t quite see what I could have done at home, when as I expect you know, they have so clearly shown me that I was “de trop” as Corrie says. I know my nature is to think that I am the cause of the troubles in some way, but on that I will not dwell; I think that now there is a new spirit at home and I am going to try to foster it, even if it means apparently neglecting you a little; but, Sweetheart (always Sweet-heart I hope), I know you would wish me to “see this job through” and not, through any selfishness cause it to be a failure. Although it may hurt, I think you would have it so; it is the right sort of hurt, similar I suppose to that borne by women who have sent their men to fight and maybe die. If I am wrong, as I often am, in what I suggest, please tell me; I know I make many blunders for I have few if any besides you to give me advice which I feel is really what they think best. Even in the old days, a lot of advice Mrs. Turner used to give me was not followed because it seemed too selfish, but with you, my Woman, I shall be surprised if it is even so.
Although I said nothing more about Our Home, it is often in my mind, in fact only this afternoon have I been discussing homes (in general terms) and houses with one of our men and I smiled inside as we talked.
Do you know I don’t think my house is quite suitable? That is my latest idea; I think those further on would suit us better; there would be a little more room and for other reasons too, I rather think they would be better. It may seem foolish to write like this but I think it will help us later on in those days which I hope in 4 years or so will be with us, when I shall not visit you in the mornings for you will be with me, and shall not say Goodbye at night for we shall still be together, when I can come to you at dinner time and tea-time, when you will be all mine and I all yours. Belovéd, right deep down I feel that they are going to be happy days, perfect days, and as I think now very, very holy days, too good I fear for unworthy me.
Goodbye and Goodnight, Best of Women, you are not expecting this, so I hope it will be all the nicer. I hope this New Year may be a very Happy One for You and for Us that we may know each other better and better and love each other deeper and deeper if it is possible. Once more Goodbye and Goodnight, Sweetheart; I will try to keep your resolution too, and if I fail will tell you. Belovéd, Goodnight, God bless you and keep you always.
(c) DearestBeloved 2011
Jan. 1 1918
Best Belovéd,
I wonder in how many more ways I am going to be shown that it is the Best of Women who loves me! I feared I had hurt you and then you give me a lifting hand up again, just as you have lifted me from that dark depression which hung over me in the summer and early autumn. I felt yesterday after my talk with Reggie’s manager that I had been a little too inclined to bask in the sunshine which you have brought into my life and have perhaps neglected my duty at home; and yet I don’t quite see what I could have done at home, when as I expect you know, they have so clearly shown me that I was “de trop” as Corrie says. I know my nature is to think that I am the cause of the troubles in some way, but on that I will not dwell; I think that now there is a new spirit at home and I am going to try to foster it, even if it means apparently neglecting you a little; but, Sweetheart (always Sweet-heart I hope), I know you would wish me to “see this job through” and not, through any selfishness cause it to be a failure. Although it may hurt, I think you would have it so; it is the right sort of hurt, similar I suppose to that borne by women who have sent their men to fight and maybe die. If I am wrong, as I often am, in what I suggest, please tell me; I know I make many blunders for I have few if any besides you to give me advice which I feel is really what they think best. Even in the old days, a lot of advice Mrs. Turner used to give me was not followed because it seemed too selfish, but with you, my Woman, I shall be surprised if it is even so.
Although I said nothing more about Our Home, it is often in my mind, in fact only this afternoon have I been discussing homes (in general terms) and houses with one of our men and I smiled inside as we talked.
Do you know I don’t think my house is quite suitable? That is my latest idea; I think those further on would suit us better; there would be a little more room and for other reasons too, I rather think they would be better. It may seem foolish to write like this but I think it will help us later on in those days which I hope in 4 years or so will be with us, when I shall not visit you in the mornings for you will be with me, and shall not say Goodbye at night for we shall still be together, when I can come to you at dinner time and tea-time, when you will be all mine and I all yours. Belovéd, right deep down I feel that they are going to be happy days, perfect days, and as I think now very, very holy days, too good I fear for unworthy me.
Goodbye and Goodnight, Best of Women, you are not expecting this, so I hope it will be all the nicer. I hope this New Year may be a very Happy One for You and for Us that we may know each other better and better and love each other deeper and deeper if it is possible. Once more Goodbye and Goodnight, Sweetheart; I will try to keep your resolution too, and if I fail will tell you. Belovéd, Goodnight, God bless you and keep you always.
(c) DearestBeloved 2011
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