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CLIF/A2/1 · Item · late Oct. 1874?
Part of Papers of W. K. Clifford

(Place of writing not indicated.)—Thanks her for her long letter. Discusses arrangements for going to a play, and refers to his negotiations about the house. Mrs Sitwell has invited them to tea. Points out that they only need to understand each other to agree on what is important, and refers to his loneliness since losing ‘the only mind that had really grown up with my own’ (Crotch). Discusses in detail his views on Christianity.

(This letter was written some time between Crotch’s death on 16 June 1874 and Clifford's marriage on 7 Apr. 1875. The Sunday lecture referred to may have been ‘Body and Mind’, read before the Sunday Lecture Society on 1 Nov. 1874.)

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20 pages! you sweet child—and a little bit over—all along of my telling you about my Sunday talks. First, thank you, darling, for sending me the Gibbon; though Sir Fred would not have minded waiting till I have taken my house, and then there would have been less to carry across. Next, I have secured miladi and Moss—Walter being away at his sweetheart’s—to go to the play with us tomorrow; and we are to dine there at 6 if I telegraph to that effect tomorrow morning after seeing you: because, as I said, uomo propone, donna dispone. Also I have written to the agent that my medical adviser Dr Corfield will come with me to inspect the house on Thursday, and asked if in the event of my taking it for 3 or more years the proprietor will either decrease the rent or let my holding commence at Xtmas. We must arrange somehow that you go and see your aunt while we elect members from 5 to 6, and then we must meet again somewhere. Have we made any arrangement about Sunday afternoon? Mrs Sitwell wants us to go to tea with her after my lecture. {1} She says she has met you and apologizes for the irregularity of the invitation, but will make a formal call first if you wish it. She has been working like a slave at the working women’s college and other excellent works.

Your letter made me very happy, darling; it is quite clear we only want to understand each other to agree on everything that is important; as for mere speculative opinions it is far better to have something left to discuss. You can’t conceive how lonely I have felt since I lost the only mind that had really grown up with my own; we never agreed upon results, but we always used the same method with the same object, which is much better. {2} It is only lately that I have seen other faces near me through the fog; have recognized how vast is the army that is all going the same way, and how rapidly the enemy is disappearing, though he does not know it. Now you won’t have time to read this tomorrow morning, but still I shall talk over one or two points.

First, a very small one. Your theory about the unconfessed feeling that the divine origin of Xt may be true, is not so far as I know a fact. It is of course very hard to realize that other people do actually honestly disbelieve what we believe ourselves; but no man that I know who has rejected Xtianity on moral grounds (and I know few men who have not) ever shews the slightest sign of such a doubt as you speak of, though I have had most confidential talks with a great many. There is, as you say, a vagueness about the character of Xt, a want of some definite action which can be called good or bad, which makes the ideal of him as exceedingly good to be more persistent when one has got it. But cutting away the impossible stories, and supposing some basis of truth in the healing of nervous diseases by strong excitement, one can say of him a little less than of Buddha, a little more than of Chrishna; nothing at all approaching to the definite heroism of Socrates, or Spinoza, or Mazzini. Buddha was an actual prince who left his throne to study the woes of poor people and find remedies for them; Chrishna stole cows, instead of killing pigs, that belonged to other people. These two claimed, like Christ, a supernatural mission, and worked miracles according to the earliest accounts we have. Why should I, a Teuton, hanker after one of these foreigners rather than the other? the Hindus are nearer to me by blood than the Jew; one has as many, the other twice as many followers, as he.

This is for me, who have ceased to believe in the supernatural goodness of Jesus. I fought hard for it; perhaps now have not courage to bear another such wrench as the losing of it gave me. But for you, darling, who still have that belief, keep it; a person of whom we really know so little is perhaps the safest sort of figure to clothe with your ideal. Only make up your mind that an increasing number of thoughtful people do sincerely think that person unworthy of your ideal.

But now let us admit that the rule of life which you read into the Gospels (as my friend Syed Ahmed Khan {3} reads all manner of enlightened things into the Koran) is really there; and even that Jesus is still alive and can hear you and help you carry it out. Then you say “won’t it be a good thing if some good is done for his sake that would not be done for the sake of ordinary men, out of sympathy and comradeship? And is it not quite natural and likely that he should have set apart certain men to preach this same doctrine, and have given them some of the same wonderful power?”

Here are two sets of things. 1. An excellent rule of life, and devotional affection for a certain person. 2. The substitution of the theological for the social motive, and the honouring of a set of men supposed to possess magical powers. The latter seem to follow naturally from the former; are they not then right things to do?

If the experiment had never been made, one might well answer, let us try. But the experiment has been made, at the cost of centuries of blood and fire and misery. If you love your brother for the sake of somebody else who is very likely to damn your brother, it soon comes to burning him alive for his soul’s health. That doesn’t seem likely, but it’s an observed fact. No Christian ecclesiastical body has ever had the power to persecute without using it. (It was once objected to me that some Quakers in Pennsylvania had the chance of persecuting their Indian servants and didn’t. But the Quakers have no clergy.) Before the clergy were recognized by the state they had destroyed the national sentiment all over the empire, and had sapped the foundations of social life with monasticism and the “theological motive.” Afterwards they got the hospitals suppressed and the physicians banished; substituting places where a martyr’s toe was brought to cure you, in a silver box. They shut up the philosophical & scientific schools. They they quarelled†. Ten million men were killed in the religious wars of Justinian and by the plagues which the relics were unable to stop. They suppressed all freedom of thought and therefore all progress. They respected not even the name of truth; for those frauds were called “pious” whose object was the honour of the Church. They reduced all Europe to a black night of barbarism which Greece had not known for two thousand years. And then when the light came, when the Teutons rose against her crimes and the Arabs exposed her falsehoods, the Church fought desperately over every inch of ground against the new civilization that was growing up; not only in Catholic but in Protestant countries. Even now the clergy howl against every new truth that is discovered, because the law will let them do nothing worse. They hinder the education of children, except in their own formulæ, knowing well that a straight conscience and a free-grown intellect will neither believe in their doctrines nor approve their precepts. There is the result of a fairly long experiment on the theological motive and the sacerdotal principle. If you put your hand in the fire and burn it tomorrow, and somebody comes on Thursday and says “see how nice and warm the fire is when your hand is outside; don’t you think it will be nicer and warmer if you put it in?” would you follow that person’s advice? The priesthood has destroyed one civilization. It has just failed to strangle another in its birth; and it is the bounden duty of every honest man to see that it shall never have another chance.

Well now, suppose that Christ is responsible for this; that he did knowingly let loose the Xtian clergy upon Europe. Then I say that no amount of diligence in preaching the Rabbis’ good precepts, no cure of some hundred or so paralytics and madmen in Palestine, can outweigh the atrocity of that awful crime. But if he is really alive now, was innocent, as I believe, of making priests, and represents your ideal; do you think his indignation is less against the “generation of vipers” than it was at Jerusalem? The language is strong, perhaps; the men are good in many respects, well-meaning; they only profess a little magic. All the more should our blood boil against the Institution that puts good men to such vile uses.

So, when our souls look back to thee
They sicken, seeing against thy side,
Too foul to speak of or to see
The leprous likeness of a bride,
Whose kissing lips through his lips grown
Leave their God rotten to the bone. {4}

There’s a sermon for you! Poor little thing, there is one comfort, that you won’t read it. Farewell, my own child; I shall see you at 11 tomorrow.

Willi.

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{1} The lecture was perhaps ‘Body and Mind’, read before the Sunday Lecture Society on 1 November 1874.

{2} Frederick Pollock (Lectures and Essays, i. 16) identified these words as referring to G. R. Crotch, who died at Philadelphia on 16 June 1874.

{3} Clifford presumably met Ahmad Khan when he visited England in 1869 and 1870.

{4} This is the thirtieth stanza of Swinburne’s poem ‘Before a Crucifix’.

† Sic.

Add. MS a/665/13 · Item · 1800-1804
Part of Additional Manuscripts a

Anthems by Aldrich, Blake, John Clarke-Whitfield, Creighton, Croft, Crotch, Farrant, Goldwin, Greene, Handel, King, Marcello, Mason, Nares, Palestrina, Purcell, Reynolds, Richardson and Rogers, and services by Child, John Clarke-Whitfield, Kent, King, Pratt and Rogers.

Copied mostly or completely by 'John Clarke / Novr. 6: 1800'; p. 133 signed 'John Clarke / August 29th: 1801'. p. 94 (services) has a note 'paid to this place Jany: 1803 by the Revd. G. King Steward' and p. 96 (services) 'Pd by Mr King Aug. 15 1804'. Some pages include performance comments in ink or pencil.


Anthems
p. 1: Reynolds, 'My God my God'
p. 5: Marcello, 'O Lord our governor'
p. 17: King, 'Rejoice in the Lord'
p. 20: Mr Mason, 'Lord of all power & might'
p. 22: Revd. Dr Blake, 'I have set God always before me'
p. 30: Anon, 'Wherewithall shall a young man'
p. 32: Mr Richardson, 'O how amiable'
p. 35: Selected from Handel & Purcel, 'Commemoration Anthem' [O give thanks]
p. 48: Selected from Green and Purcel, 'Anthem for Christmas day' [Behold I bring you glad tidings]
p. 55: Dr Clarke, 'Blessed are all they'
p. 59: Dr Nares, 'The eyes of the Lord'
p. 65: Purcell, 'I was glad'
p. 71: Goldwin, 'I have set God always before me'
p. 74: Dr Rogers, 'Behold now praise the Lord'
p. 76: Dr John Clarke, 'Behold now, praise the Lord'
p. 80: Dr John Clarke, 'In Jewry is God known'
p. 83: Anon, (untitled work) (incomplete)
p. 86: Dr Croft, 'God is gone up'
p. 93: Dr Crotch, 'How dear are thy counsels'
p. 95: Aldrich, 'We have heard with our ears'
p. 99: Creyghton, 'I will arise'
p. 101: Farrant, 'Call to remembrance'
p. 103: Farrant, 'Hide not thou thy face'
p. 105: Dr Jno. Clarke, 'It is a good thing &c. verse anthem composed for the opening of the organ'
p. 134: Palestrina, 'God is our hope and strength'
p. 66: Dr John Clarke, 'Magnificat in A minor'
p. 70: Dr Jno. Clarke, 'Nunc dimittis in A minor'
p. 73: Doctor Nares, 'Te Deum in C'
p. 79: Dr Nares, 'Jubilate in C'
p. 82: Dr Nares, 'Magnificat in C'
p. 85: Nares, 'Nunc dimittis in C'
p. 88: Dr Child, 'Cantate in F'
p. 91: [Child], 'Deus misereatur'
p. 95: Dr Clarke, 'Responses to the commandments in C'
p. 97: Anon, 'Responses to the Commandments in D'

Services
p. 1: Mr King, 'Magnificat in C'
p. 4: Mr King, 'Nunc dimittis in C'
p. 6: Mr Kent, 'Cantate Domino in C'
p. 14: ---, 'Deus misereatur'
p. 20: J. Pratt, 'Magnificat in E# 3d.'
p. 24: [J. Pratt], 'Nunc dimittis in E# 3d'
p. 26: Dr Child, 'Magnificat in G'
p. 28: Dr Childe, 'Nunc dimittis in G'
p. 29: Mr Chas. King, 'Cantate Domino in B flat'
p. 35: Mr Chas. King, 'Deus misereatur in B'
p. 40: Dr Clarke, 'Magnificat in F'
p. 44: Dr Clarke, 'Nunc Dimittis in F'
p. 46: Dr Clarke, 'Te Deum in F'
p. 53: Dr. Clarke, 'Jubilate in F'
p. 55: Mr Kent, 'Magnificat in D'
p. 59: Mr Kent, 'Nunc dimittis in D'
p. 61: Dr Rogers, 'Magnificat in D#'
p. 64: Dr Rogers, 'Nunc dimittis in D'

CLIF/A1/14 · Item · 18 Sept. 1871
Part of Papers of W. K. Clifford

14 Maryland Road, Harrow Road, W.—Is annoyed that he omitted to write to her on her birthday. He intends to send her a trunk, but it will have to wait till ‘miladi’ (Lady Pollock) comes to help him choose it. Discusses his new rooms and neighbours. Is going back to Cambridge for a few days. Crotch regrets having to go away.

(Undated. The contents indicate that this letter was written on the Monday after Mary Clifford’s birthday in 1871, the year Clifford moved to London to take up a chair at University College.)

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14 Maryland Rd. | Harrow Rd. | W

Dearest Mama,

I am so awfully vexed at not having written to you—especially on your birthday. {1} I can’t tell how it was except that I have been worried all the time and was travelling on Saturday and Sunday. But I did then and do now now wish you many and many happy returns of the day and of all other days. I want to send you a travelling trunk to come and see me with, but I must wait till miladi comes to choose it and tell me all the things that are necessary; because the ways of Providence are inscrutable, especially women. I think you will like my rooms here; I have got three for 10/– a week including attendance. It is a good way from the College but nearly all of it can be done by underground railway. The landlady pleases me very much so far, and I have got Eberlein next door; also the Wagners with whom he lives are very nice. {2} They are all germans† and exceedingly musical. I am going back to Cambridge tonight until Wednesday, {3} so address at Crotch’s lodgings 19 Trumpington St if you write before then. I think he is getting sorry to go away; he does not talk so sanguinely as at first. Tell me about all of you at home; I want the fullest accounts. And give my very best love to dear Papa & all the little ones from

Your most loving son
Willie

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Letter-head of Trinity College, Cambridge, struck through.

{1} Mary Clifford's birthday was 17 September (cf. CLIF A1/8), which fell on a Sunday in 1871.

{2} The census taken this year records Herman Eberlein, Professor of Music, as lodging with George Wagner, also Professor of Music, and his family at 12 Maryland Road.

{3} The reference to Wednesday, instead of 'tomorrow', indcates that the letter was written on the Monday.

† Sic.

CLIF/A3/3 · Item · 28 Mar. 1870
Part of Papers of W. K. Clifford

St John’s College, Cambridge.—Discusses Pollock’s review of Morris (Part III of The Earthly Paradise). Huxley has been at Cambridge, stirring up the young Christian men. The Society voted against the extension of the ‘Cont. dis.’(?) Acts last night. Suggests that divorce should be made as easy as marriage, and that polyandry should be made respectable.

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St John’s College, Cambridge
Sunday Mar 28/70

My dear Fred—You see I am an emigrant at last: I came to the conclusion that Trinity was played out, that John’s was to be miles a head† in both Triposes, that the chapel was much nicer, and generally that my doll is stuffed wi sawdust and I would like to go into a nunnery; {1} on all which accounts I have come here, and—as you will readily imagine—it was just the trouble and bustle and anxiety of migrating that caused my long and (under any other circumstances) disgraceful silence. I have here adopted an entirely new pen, in the hope of writing smaller (’ίδετε πηλίκοις γράμμασιν κ.τ.λ. {2}—Μεγα Βιβλιον, μ. κ.) and saying more. In particular I want to congratulate you and thank you extremely for reviewing Morris; I got a Spectator in the union, and was never so pleased, I think, with a periodical. {3} Crotch, who has read the other review, says you are the only person that has spotted the great beauty of the gradual realization in the Land East of the Sun. Only I think I like both that and the man who never laughed again rather better than you do: though this is rather for the truth of that universal story than for the beauty of its presentment. One hates interpretations, of course; but I think it means this. That a future more perfect state of mind, elysium compared with the present, is always being elaborated in the unconscious part of the brain. That sometimes this crops up into consciousness, and we live in the next century for a season, to our great and endless comfort. Then it drops back again into the great workshop, where nature goes on perfecting it until the appointed time, which may be in our day or in our childrens’, poco mi importo. {4} Only the first vision is mostly so shadowy, that we know it only by our sympathy with those who have seen it, until we are in the position of the wanderer toiling towards the final resolution.

Huxley has been here stirring up the Xtian young men. He did it very well, explaining that he was an old Pagan who could not take the trouble to affirm or deny their Xtian idea, but nevertheless was not going so perpendicularly downwards as they seemed to suppose. The Society all but unanimously voted against the extension of the Cont. dis. Acts {5} last night. I have at last got a definite line to take up: divorce must be made as easy as marriage, and polyandry respectable. Herein I speak not as a legislator but only as a prophet. Thine ever

W.K.C.

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{1} A similar phrase occurs at the end of Louisa May Alcott’s story ‘Debby’s Debut’, first published in the Atlantic Monthly, August 1863: ‘Grandma, the world is hollow; my doll is stuffed with sawdust; and I should like to go into a convent, if you please.’ But the expression may be proverbial.

{2} Cf. Galatians vi. 11: ‘Ἴδετε πηλίκοις ὑμῖν γράμμασιν ἔγραψα τῇ ἐμῇ χειρί’ (‘Ye see how large a letter I have written unto you with mine own hand’).

{3} The reference is to Pollock’s unsigned review of the third part of William Morris's Earthly Paradise (1870), in the Spectator, No. 2176 (w/e 12 March 1870), pp. 332–4. The following extract (p. 333) will explain some of the subsequent allusions:

'Certainly the path Mr. Morris has chosen has dangers as well as delights peculiar to itself; it is difficult in avoiding sharpness, excess of speed, and concentration, not to fall at times into a strain that wearies by very softness. We confess to certain misgivings about “The Land East of the Sun and West of the Moon.” It is a region almost too dreamy and misty for living men to walk in; we lose ourselves in rambling melodies, and are oppressed with the vagueness of everlasting twilight. Yet Mr. Morris has to a great extent foreseen and disarmed this objection; for with a true instinct he has set forth this tale, and this alone, in the fashion of a dream; so that what might have been otherwise reproached as extravagant becomes in this place just and artistic. Whether or not this visionary show is exactly what we like best, we must admit that it is what we had to expect. A gradual change in the dream is finely conceived; the sleeper twice wakes and sleeps again, and whereas he began with dreaming of the tale as told by another, he dreams next that he is telling it himself, and in his third sleep it is no more a tale, but his own life. A singularly beautiful Christmas Carol is introduced (p. 86), and pleasantly relieves the rather monotonous flow of the story. It is too long to extract, and moreover we have no mind to save readers the trouble, or rather deprive them of the pleasure, of looking for it in the book. We know not if the shepherds’ “news of a fair and a marvellous thing” has been retold by any modern poet with such a sweet antique simplicity.
Another comparatively weak portion of this volume is the story of “The Man who never laughed again.” It fails to satisfy us much in the same way as the dream-piece; there is a similar want of substance and variety; a strange feeling, after we have heard the story out, that we cannot tell what it was all about. It is curious that the themes of these two poems are very much alike, though they seem to have come from sources widely apart, and differ in local colouring and catastrophe. In each case we have a dweller on the earth born away to a cloudland of love and pleasure, and driven back to the common world, and losing his love, by his own perversity; and in each case we grow rather impatient of his selfish longings. Mr. Morris’s characters, as we have said, are not capable of enlisting any strong or exclusive personal sympathy; rather it is essential to his method to prevent them from doing so. These solitary transports of desire and despair, relieved by no other interest, are too much for a shadow, and too little for a living soul.'

{4} ‘It matters little to me’ (Italian).

{5} ‘Cont. dis.’: reading and meaning uncertain.

† Sic.

CLIF/A3/4 · Item · 2 Apr. 1870
Part of Papers of W. K. Clifford

Trinity College, Cambridge.—Discusses various mathematical and philosophical topics. He and Crotch went see Body speak, and were impressed by his ‘mystic earnestness and apostleship’.

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Trin. Coll. Camb.
April 2/70

Dear Fred—I forgot altogether to write any word of comfort about your class: and now hear that the wicked have ceased from troubling you for a season. Several new ideas have come to me lately: first, I have procured Lobatschewsky, Études Géométriques sur la Théorie des Parallèles, trans. by Houel, Gauthier-Villars, 1866 {1}—a small tract, of which Gauss, therein quoted, says “l’auteur a traité la matière en main de maître et avec le veritable esprit géométrique. Je crois devoir appeler votre attention sur ce livre, dont la lecture ne peut manquer de vous causer le plus vif plaisir”. It is quite simple, merely Euclid without the vicious assumption, but the way the things come out of one another is quite lovely.

  1. The science of continuous quantity is founded on the fact that you may add together a finite number of quantities in any order and they will always come to the same sum. Lejeune Dirichlet made the exceedingly important remark that this is not true of an infinite number of quantities; e.g. 1/2 – 1/3 + 1/4 – 1/5 + &c is not the same as 1/2 + 1/4 – 1/3 + 1/6 + 1/8 – 1/5 + &c, though both are perfectly determinate numbers. Generally the laws of thought (syllogism, induction κτλ) are very approximately true for all ideas in the immediate neighbourhood of our present set, but more than this may not be affirmed. E.g. a train of syllogisms is not necessarily valid when the number of steps is infinite.

  2. Every thing is an average, and the entire universe depends on the chance-function e^–x^2/c^2.

  3. Our prospective ideas (morality of the future, etc.) are valuable not quâ accomplished facts of the future, but quâ aspirations of the present. As possibly established they should inspire the same onward shrinking as things actually established. I seem to recollect this: whence?

  4. I am a dogmatic nihilist, and shall say the brain is conscious if I like. {2} Only I do not say it in the same sense as that in wh. I say that I am conscious. It seems to me that not even Vogt, however you fix it, can talk about matter for scientific purposes except as a phenomenon; that in saying the brain is conscious—or, better, that you are conscious, I only affirm a correlation of two phenomena, and am as ideal as I can be; that, consequently, a true idealism does not want to be stated, and conversely, an idealism that requires to be stated must have something wrong about it. In the same way to say that there is god apart from the universe is to say that the universe is not god, or that there is no real god at all; it may be all right, but it is atheism. And an idealism which can be denied by any significant aggregation of words is no true idealism. As I write this, it appears to me to be rot, and you will probably mash it up at once.

Body has been here—the same that 12-day-missed, {3} you know. Crotch & I went together—he knew him in viâ, but we were both altogether converted and impressed; and have been seriously considering whether some such mystic earnestness and apostleship is altogether inconsistent with and unworthy of the aims of secularism. One has hitherto been inclined to condemn it off-hand as brotherkeeping; but this man certainly seemed not so much to notice ("yearn after") us as to have something in him which must needs come out. And he showed his own spots, like the sun; wherever he was immoral and distinctly Xtian, you perceived it instantly, in virtue of the general exaltation which he inspired. The general conclusion is Sunday evening lectures on texts out of the Ethica and social subjects.

Thine
W.K.C.

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Written in purple ink.

{1} Etudes géométriques sur la théorie des parallèles par N. I. Lobatschewsky, suivi d’un extrait de la correspondance de Gauss et de Schumacher, translated by Jules Hoüel (Paris: Gauthier-Villars, 1866).

{2} In Lectures and Essays Pollock inserts here: ‘(This in reply to some verbal criticism of mine.)’

{3} i.e. came on a twelve-day mission. Cf. CLIF A3/7.

{4} ‘“yearn after”’ interlined above ‘notice’; brackets supplied.

CLIF/A1/7 · Item · 12 Sept. 1868
Part of Papers of W. K. Clifford

Cambridge.—Comments on the parliamentary news from Exeter. Has met a Swiss student who is a fine gymnast. There are six vacancies for fellowships. Pollock is not back yet and Crotch is going away, so he will have little to do. Will try to get a quieter room. Uncle McLeod and Aunt Annie say that Charlie is better.

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Cambridge, Saturday
Sep. 12/68

Dear Papa and Mama

I have never thanked you for the bundle of Exeter papers, which amused me immensely on the journey home. You seem likely to have great fun with the election. I suppose Karslake and Coleridge must get in, and then we shall have two awfully swell members. {1} There is a Swiss here studying Natural Science—a very nice man, and a perfect gymnast, only all the skin is already off my hands because of the rosin which he puts on the bars. There are six vacancies for fellowships it seems. Fred Pollock is not yet come back. Crotch is going down for a fortnight so I shall be very quiet—the gymnasium will be shut up and there will be nothing to do in the afternoons—except go to Grantchester {2}. I shall try to get a room somewhere away from College to avoid being called upon next term—it becomes rather a nuisance to live on the ground floor. I have told you all the news already, and must now go and read Puiseux in the Varsity Library before it shuts up. I casually met Uncle McLeod and Aunt Annie in the Metropolitan railway. They said Charlie was quite well again.

Very best wishes to all the little ones from

Your most affectionate son
+W. K. Clifford.

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Letter-head of the Cambridge Union Society.

{1} Sir John Karslake and J. D. Coleridge were candidates for the parliamentary constituency of Exeter, which elected two members till 1885.

{2} Probably to the Nimmos' house. Cf. CLIF A1/13.