[ Sir Edwin Arnold, author of 'The Light of Asia'. ] Seven Autograph Letters Signed (all 'Edwin Arnold') to 'Miss Macirone', sister of the musician Clara Angela Macirone.

Sir Edwin Arnold (1832-1904), English author, best-known for his poem 'The Light of Asia' [ Clara Angela Macirone (1821-1895), English pianist and composer ]
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Two on letterhead of the Daily Telegraph, London; one from Sidcup and another from Kensington. Two dated from 1867, the others without years.
SKU: 18087

A total of 15pp., all but one of them 12mo. In good condition, lightly-aged. Six addressed to 'Miss Macirone' and the other to 'My dear Miss "Rosalind"'. The letters are written in a friendly and cordial tone, as the following two examples indicate. On 24 November 1867 he writes from the Daily Telegraph offices: 'It is very seldom that I am paid so richly for so litle work, as I have been by your kind & charming note, and by the pleasant little packet of blossom fr. Ardennes wh: accompanied it. Accept my best thahnks: - as for "Rosalind's" gentle-hearted letter, it was admirable, & Lord John Manners will be a bear - if he does not attend to it. Pray say to your sister that I think it an immense distinction to have any words of mine set to the beautiful music of wh: she is so full. I envy everyone who has plenty of music in this sad world - disfigured with hatreds & angers - and deafened with the noise of selfish passions. Music seems like the echo of noble things - distant: but possible. I shall long much to hear that song: but my music is almost always of the rough political kind, & must be - yet Tyndall says that if the various notes in a London street could be governed & harmonized they would make splendid melodies.' In an undated letter, written from Sidcup, he expresses a hope that when the recipient is in Taunton, she will see his sister Emma 'who is staying with the little motherless children. It was very sad for theh household of wh. Lawson was the light and stay - but, personally, as you know I do not believe in Death. I believe too perfectly in the reality of the guilt, wh: our ignorance, and our foolish actions & creeds beget in our hearts. Death itself is neither ending, nor separation.'