The Life and Letters of William Sharp and “Fiona Macleod”. Volume 2
| ,Chapter Eighteen
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Life: January–June, 1899
1Sharp as Fiona Macleod contributed a lengthy article entitled “A Group of Celtic Writers” to the January issue of The Fortnightly Review. There was too much looseness of phrase, he thought, among journalists who wrote about “the Celtic spirit, the Celtic movement, and that mysterious entity Celticism.” To clarify matters, he offered a definition:
What is called “the Celtic Renascence” is simply a fresh development of creative energy coloured by nationality and moulded by inherited forces, a development diverted from the common way by accident of race and temperament. The Celtic writer is the writer the temper of whose mind is more ancient, more primitive, and in a sense more natural than that of his compatriot in whom the Teutonic strain prevails.
2After some confusing efforts to define the differences between Celtic and Teutonic writers, Sharp settled on a simple definition:
All that the new generation of Celtic or Anglo-Celtic (for the most part Anglo-Celtic) writers hold in conscious aim, is to interpret anew “the beauty at the heart of things,” not along the lines of English tradition but along that of racial instinct, coloured and informed by individual temperament.
3The writers he singled out as fitting the definition were Anglo-Irish: W. B. Yeats, George Russell (AE), Nora Hopper, and Katherine Tynan Hinkson. The article was designed to solidify Fiona Macleod’s position in the Celtic Renascence and curry favor among the Irish writers, and it was favorably noted in the Irish press.
4The article also elicited another less favorable response. The sections reproduced above are enough to show the prose of the article was unlike that of Fiona Macleod. Indeed, it resembled the articles William Sharp was writing for London periodicals. Not surprisingly, it precipitated a lengthy article entitled “Who is Fiona Macleod: A Study in Two Styles” in the January 28 volume of the London Daily Chronicle. Unsigned, it set passages of prose side by side, and challenged Sharp to deny his authorship (n.p.): “Will Mr. Sharp deny that he is identical with Miss Macleod? That Miss Macleod is Mr. Sharp. I for one, have not a lingering doubt, and I congratulate the latter on the success, the real magic and strength of the work issued under the assumed name.” This article stood out among others, as it coupled the assertion that Sharp was Fiona with praise for the pseudonymous writings. The article was also hard to refute. According to Elizabeth, Sharp was worried about its effect, but decided to ignore it. Several months later, at the insistence of his publishers, he published as Fiona a brief denial in The Literary World (Memoir, p. 305).
5Concern about a possible unmasking contributed to the various maladies he suffered during the winter months of 1899, but he managed to finish and prepare two books for publishers. Macleod’s The Dominion of Dreams was published by Archibald Constable and Co. on May 27, 1899, and Sharp’s novel Silence Farm was published by Grant Richards on June 13, 1899. The former was a collection of stories and ruminations Sharp considered the deepest and most significant of the Fiona writings to date, and the latter was a realistic novel about a young farmer falling in love with his father’s ward and incurring his father’s wrath. After talking Richards into publishing the novel, he promoted it among his friends and fellow writers in the hope of favorable reviews that would boost its sales. Unfortunately, trying to read it is like falling into a swamp of words; it disappeared quickly into the silence of its title. Sharp was a skillful and energetic editor and critic, but successful adult fiction eluded him when writing as William Sharp. The fiction he published under the feminine pseudonym is uneven and far from faultless, but adopting the persona of an elusive lady who roamed the western isles of Scotland released his creative and formative powers. As Fiona, he was able to mold stories from start to finish, many based in ancient Gaelic lore and all rooted in the lives of simple rural people, stories that enabled readers to suspend disbelief and identify with the characters. Sharp thought his ability to adopt the Fiona Macleod persona and tell her stories depended on maintaining the fiction of her existence as a real person. That being so, it is unsurprising he was anxious about the truth emerging, and therefore tried hard to preserve the fiction.
6In January Sharp began a series of letters to Grant Richards about the publication of Silence Farm. On January 18, he told Richards he thought it “will be considered the strongest and best piece of work I have done in fiction.” The previous May, Richards married Elisina Palamidessi de Castelvecchio (1878–1959), the great-great-granddaughter of Napoleon’s brother Louis. They were planning a delayed honeymoon on the French Riviera, and Sharp put Richards in touch with Thomas Janvier, who had a home in Provence and was currently living in London. If Janvier failed to contact Richards, Sharp offered assistance since he knew the area well. He knew Mistral and Felix Gras and was at that time engaged in “a critical study of modern Provençal literature.” Years later, in Author Hunting by an Old Literary Sportsman (New York: Coward-McCann, 1934), Richards wrote that William Sharp and Thomas A. Janvier had collaborated in drawing up his itinerary.
7The Sharps spent a long weekend in late March with Grant Richards’ uncle and aunt, the Grant Allens, in Haslemere, Surrey. Accepting the invitation, Sharp said his insomnia required a separate bed; he would stay at a nearby inn if a room having two beds was not available at the Allen’s. He informed the Allens, perhaps to mitigate the request for separate beds, that Elizabeth was about to return from a month-long absence in Scotland and commented: “How fortunate that I am an austere Anchorite — eh?” In a follow-up letter to Nellie Allen, who must have assured him of the desired sleeping arrangement, Sharp hoped “in your fine air to get a surcease from too much nervous headache and from indifferent sleep.”
8In a late January letter to Richards, Sharp said he understood his friend Mrs. Wingate Rinder had begun to translate Jules Boissiere’s Fumeurs d’Opium. Referring to the success the previous year of her translation of C. Le Goffic’s “Le Crucifié de Keraliès,” published as The Dark Way of Love, he suggested that Richards commission Mrs. Rinder to translate it for him. Mrs. Rinder had sent Sharp’s copy of Fumeurs d’Opium to Richards, who either failed to receive it or mislaid it, which caused Sharp to tell Richards in late April he hoped it might still be traced, as copies were not easy to come by. Mrs. Rinder was “naturally put out about it as the translation had to be stopped,” and it was not resumed.
9On March 25, Fiona thanked Frederick Ernest Green (1867–1922), a prolific writer on agricultural policy, for his letter praising her Washer of the Ford, and Green printed Fiona’s letter in his “Book of the Week” column in the January 21, 1909 issue of The New Age (Vol. 4, No. 13, 266–67). The book that occasioned Green’s column was Fiona’s Songs and Poems, Old and New, published posthumously in 1909 by Eliot Stock. Green recalled sitting next to Richard Whiteing at a dinner in 1899 following the publication of his No.5 St. John Street, a popular novel that went through sixteen editions, made Whiteing famous, and became Grant Richards’ first commercial success. Green asked Whiteing if he knew William Sharp. It had been rumored, he wrote, that Sharp “was either Fiona Macleod or else a near relation to that personality.” Whiteing replied, “Yes, I do. Now, he is my ideal of a Man — magnificent physically as well as intellectually.” Green commented, “How I should have liked to see these two Titans among men of letters standing together or walking arm-in-arm down Fleet Street.” This is the only instance I can recall of William Sharp being called a “Titan among men of letters.” He would have been pleased.
10Green recalled having talked with W. B. Yeats, the honored guest and speaker at another dinner which took place on March 1, 1899:
From telling me how he could cast a spell upon an Irish peasant and make him see a ghost, we got on to talk of crystal-gazing and from thence to Fiona Macleod, whose writings were to me the most beautiful efflorescence of the Celtic Renaissance. I remember asking him point-blank if he knew who Fiona Macleod was. He answered in the affirmative. He spoke about a pilgrimage, too, that she had made to George Meredith, and how in her was wedded beauty and intellect. This inspired me to speak of my wife, who had died a few years anterior to this, and I promised to send him a little book of her poems.
This is the strange reply I received from Mr. Yeats: “My dear Mr. Green, — I thank you very much for your wife’s little book. What a beautiful face she must have had. Her photograph is a little like Miss Fiona Macleod’s, curiously enough. I have been so busy about “The Irish Literary Theatre” that [I] have put off writing to you from day to day. Again thanking you, I remain, yours sincerely, W. B. Yeats.”
11After receiving that letter from Yeats, Green decided to write a letter to Fiona Macleod, which produced her reply of March 25. Yeats’s letter to Green is of interest for its direct evidence that Sharp showed Yeats a picture of Edith Rinder and identified it as a portrait of the woman who inspired Fiona Macleod. Green commented: “Whether or not Mr. Yeats ever knew the truth and felt obliged to sustain the fiction invented by the author himself I cannot say.” Yeats did know a version of the truth. He knew Sharp was the author of the Fiona stories and poems; he had seen a picture of the woman who inspired them, the woman Sharp identified as Fiona Macleod; he was intrigued by the dual personality aspect of the case; and he maintained for many years his pledge of secrecy.
12In a letter thanking Yeats for a copy of his “long-awaited” volume of new poems, The Wind Among the Reeds, Sharp wrote, “It is beautifully got up — and you know what intimate appeal and constant charm its contents have for me. Some of your loveliest work is here. And the notes (which I must read again and again) have, in their kind, a like charm.” He ended the letter, “Either I or Miss M. — or both, separately — will review your beautiful book in one or two places. Miss M. has written to the Express.” Fiona’s review appeared in the Dublin Daily Express on April 22, 1899 under the title “Mr. Yeats’ New Book” (3):
It is not often, I imagine, that titles are as apt as that which Mr. Yeats has chosen for this little book. These fewer than two-score poems, most of them within the boundary of a page, are small and slight as reeds; and the wind which moves them, which whispers or sings from them a delicate music, is as invisible, as mysterious, as elemental as that “strong creature, without flesh, without bone, that neither sees nor is seen,” of which long ago Taliesin sang.
13Having thus caught the spirit of the poems, Sharp as Fiona proceeded to praise the poet: “Mr. Yeats is assuredly of that small band of poets and dreamers who write from no other impulse than because they see and dream in a reality so vivid that it is called imagination. With him the imagination is in truth the second-sight of the inward life. Thus it is that he lives with symbols, as an unimaginative nature might live with barren facts.” Then a caution creeps in: “When the reader, unfamiliar with the signature of symbol, shall read these and kindred lines, will he not feel that this young priest of the Sun should translate to a more human key his too transcendental vision?” The question leads to a discussion of the notes which comprise half of the book: “If all notes afforded reading such as one may read here! Mr. Yeats turns round mentally and shows us the other side, where the roots grow and the fibres fill with sap, and how they grow to that blossom we have already seen, and what the sap is.” They are full of learning and “have something of the charm of the poems to which they stand interpreter,” but
one cannot ignore the incongruity which lies in the wedded union of brief lyrical poems with many explicatory pages. It is not their presence, then, that one objects to, but their need. Poetry is an art which is, or should be, as rigorously aloof from the extraneously explicative, as the art of painting is, or as sculpture is, or music. When Mr. Yeats gives us work on a larger scale, with a greater sweep, he will, I trust, remember that every purely esoteric symbol is an idle haze — and haze, as we know, is apt to develop into a blank mist.
14From questioning the need for the notes, learned though they might be, and asserting that poetry should stand by itself without explication, Fiona reverted to high praise: “what a lovely gift of music and spiritual intensity and beauty Mr. Yeats delivers in this book” and “no lovelier, more convincingly poetic verse has been given to us of late than these light, yet strenuous, airs of a wind that is forever mysterious, though we hold it more familiar when it blows across the mind of some poet such as Mr. Yeats, whom we know, and to whom we look.”
15A revised and expanded version of this review appeared as “The Later Work of Mr. W. B. Yeats,” The North American Review, 175 (October, 1902), 473–85. There, Fiona called the volume the “beginning of a new music” and wrote, “This little book has the remoteness, the melancholy of all poetry inspired by spiritual passion” (475). She repeated her concerns about the obscure symbolism and the copious notes, but praised Yeas’ imagination as “the second sight of the mind” and called the book “one of a small company that are pioneers in that intimate return to nature from which we may and do expect so profound and beautiful a revelation.” E. A. S. reprinted the article as “The Shadowy Waters” in volume five of the Collected Works of Fiona Macleod: The Winged Destiny Studies in the Spiritual History of the Gael (London: Chapman and Hall, Ltd., 1904).
16Couched as they are amid words of praise that should have warmed the heart of any young poet, the critical comments in the review (and the subsequent article) contributed to the breach that occurred between Yeats and Sharp/Macleod over the next few years. Coolness had begun to surface during Sharp’s visit to the West of Ireland in the fall of 1897. Yeats’s Irish friends were not hesitant in sharing their reservations about Sharp’s strange behavior and lack of enthusiasm for Irish nationalism. Fiona was not alone among reviewers in questioning the arcane symbolism and lengthy notes in The Winds Among the Reeds. Yeats anticipated the criticism when he described the volume to Henry Davray (Collected Letters II, p. 306): the notes, he said, had given him “a good deal of trouble & will probably make most of the critics spend half of every review complaining that I have written very long notes about very short poems” (R. F. Foster, W.B. Yeats, A Life, I (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1998), p. 214). When it appeared in the July 1899 Mercure de France (pp. 267–68), Davray’s review addressed both Yeats’s book and, interestingly, Fiona Macleod’s Dominion of Dreams as the work of the two major exemplars of the Celtic movement in Britain. Though Yeats knew his symbols and notes would invite criticism and though he eliminated the notes in later printings of the poems, he did not expect any critical remarks from Sharp/Macleod, one of his secret confederates in the Celtic Mystical Order and a major force in the Celtic Revival. Sharp, of all people, should have appreciated the symbols, some derived from the Golden Dawn and the Celtic Order, as well as the attempt to enlighten the world about Celtic myth and lore. It was not long until Yeats’s reciprocated with a different and more telling critique of Fiona’s Dominion of Dreams.
17In mid-April, having finished Silence Farm and with Fiona’s Dominion of Dreams in galleys, Sharp was set to go to Paris to review the Salons and then on to the country for a period of rest and relaxation. Difficult negotiations with Grant Richards delayed his departure, as he indicated to Richards in a series of letters. On April 16 he was leaving the following week. On April 26 he would leave on the 28th; on the 28th he could not leave until April 30 or May 1. The main cause of these delays was Sharp’s need for an advance from Richards to fund the trip. On April 25 he told Richards he was willing to accept fifty pounds instead of his first request for one hundred pounds upon delivery of the manuscript. Two days later, he agreed to accept an advance of twenty-five pounds, returned the manuscript to Richards (who had shipped it back to him), and said he wanted the money now “owing to an unforeseen emergency.” Richards had the upper hand, since the sale of Sharp’s previous novel, Wives in Exile, was disappointing, but it is sad to witness Sharp, who wanted so much to be in his own right a successful writer of fiction, pleading with the young publisher for money.
18Once in France, Sharp spent about two weeks reviewing the salons in Paris. While there, he met Moina and Macgregor Mathers who, along with Sharp and Fiona and Maud Gonne, were contributing their psychic abilities to Yeats’s Celtic Order. Sharp read aloud several stories from his proof copy of Fiona’s Dominion of Dreams and the Mathers were deeply impressed. In a letter to Yeats dated May 29, after Sharp’s return to London, Moina Mathers wrote: “We have been much delighted to meet William Sharp, who was over here. It is impossible to say how much we liked him — We felt greatly in sympathy — He is a very remarkable being I think — in every respect, & so strangely psychic.” After signing the letter “Yours fraternally ever | Vestigia,” her name in the Golden Dawn, she added a footnote: “Have just received ‘The Dominion of Dreams’ — & am much looking forward to it” (Collected Letters II, p. 51). Moina was an enthusiastic reader of the Fiona Macleod writings, and this meeting turned her into an enthusiastic admirer of William Sharp, though she did not know he was Fiona.
19On May 14, Sharp left Paris to spend a week in the countryside with Edith Rinder. During that week, we learn from later letters, he became ill enough to need two physicians, but he was able to return to London on May 22, where he found an author’s copy of Silence Farm. The next day, he told Grant Richards he was pleased by the appearance of the book: “the binding, the print, the paper, are just what I would choose.” He said he was sorry Richards had postponed publication until June 13, and gave him a list of people who should, along with the weeklies and monthlies, receive complimentary copies so they could write reviews or otherwise spread word about the book.
20The year’s work began to bear fruit when Fiona’s Dominion of Dreams was officially published on May 27. On May 29 Sharp sent one of his author’s copies to Frank Rinder. He wanted him to have one of the first because the book “is at once the deepest and most intimate that F. M. has written.” The letter must be read with the knowledge that Sharp’s relationship with Rinder’s wife was the disguised subject of many of the book’s stories. The book, Sharp told Rinder, was “born out of the incurable heartache, ‘the nostalgia for impossible things.’” He hoped “the issues of life have been woven to beauty, for its own sake, and in divers ways to reach and help or enrich other lives.” That, he said, is “a clue to the whole book […] at once my solace, my hope, and my ideal.” In future writings of Fiona, he hoped to achieve “a deeper and richer and truer note of inward joy and spiritual hope.” One of the book’s stories, “The Distant Country,” is a direct and compelling portrayal of his relationship with Edith Rinder. It is also the story he mentioned often in his letters. He concluded his letter to Frank Rinder by reproducing a sentence from that story: “Love is more great than we conceive, and Death is the keeper of unknown redemptions.
21Sharp began writing “The Distant Country” in the summer of 1898, not long after he invented, in his June 28 letter to Yeats, the metaphor of the match, the flame, and the torch to describe his relationship with Edith Rinder. He concluded that letter, we recall, by saying: “How does that strike you as a subject for a tale, a book? It would be a strange one. Does it seem to you impossible? It does not seem so to me.” Fiona’s “The Distant Country” is the tale that did not seem impossible to Sharp as it incorporates the imagery of the match and the torch and the flame. Writing in the first person, Fiona began by describing two pairs of great lovers from the Gaelic past; Red Ithel and Pale Bronwen, and Aillinn and Baile. After recalling those lovers, she moved on to a pair of lovers she loved well, who “had their day in this West of rains and rainbows, of tears and hopes,” and have now passed on to the “Distant Country.” The body of the tale is an effort on the part of Sharp, speaking as Fiona, to understand and describe the powerful love that bound him to Edith Rinder. Before launching that story, he announced its theme by introducing the metaphor of the flame:
Love is at once so great and so frail that there is perhaps no thought which can at the same time so appall and uplift us. And there is in love, at times, for some an unfathomed mystery. That which can lead to the stars can lead to the abyss. There is a limit set to mortal joy as well as to mortal suffering, and the flame may overleap itself in one as in the other. The most dread mystery of a love that is overwhelming is its death through its own flame.
22The woman who is “a flame to his mind as well as to his life” develops a foreboding that as their all-consuming love becomes more powerful it will burn itself out. At first the man rejects that fear and speaks to the woman “of love more enduring than the hills, of passion, of the spirit, of deathless things.” She senses the end approaching when the man becomes “strangely disquieted”: “‘Too many dreams, ’ he said once, with double meaning, smiling as he looked at her, but with an unexpressed trouble in his eyes.” Soon her love for him became “too great a flame” and implodes. She has not ceased to love him, she will continue to give him her entire being, but it has become “an image that has no life.” Love had come close, he decides, and looked at them in its “immortal guise,” a tameless and fierce thing “more intense than fire,” which consumes what death only silences.
23Here the story begins to make more sense, as we realize Sharp has ventured into the spiritualist experiments he and Edith were conducting. The “immortal had become mortal.” He had not foreseen the result when “by a spiritual force, he accomplished that too intimate, that too close union in which none may endure. I speak of a mystery.” Fiona says she believes in the mystery but cannot explain it in words because she knows of it “only through those two who broke (or of whom one broke) some occult but imperious spiritual law.” The two lovers continued to love each other, but it was not the same, and the man came to realize he “had not known the innermost flame, that is pure fire.” Now that the lovers have gone to “that distant country of Splendour and Terror,” Fiona concludes; “Love is more great than we conceive, and Death is the keeper of unknown redemptions.” That sentence became fixed in Sharp’s mind and in the minds of many Fiona Macleod readers; it is inscribed on his gravestone under a Celtic cross in a remote protestant cemetery in Sicily.
24For all its contradictions and excesses of language, this story was Sharp’s effort to explain how his love for Edith Rinder and hers for him quickened his imagination and enabled him to write as Fiona Macleod. More significantly, it speculates that their love for each other became too passionate, too intense, augmented by their efforts to contact and join the realm of spirits. They broke, or, more precisely, he broke “some occult but imperious spiritual law” that produced his intense mental conflicts. Either the flame of his love was so intense it burned itself out or, he speculates, perhaps he had not reached the “innermost flame,” the flame of pure fire. Either way, the love that was so passionate became unsustainable. It could be fulfilled only in some “distant country of Splendour or Terror,” wherever their spirits may live when they die. “Love is more great than we conceive, and Death is the keeper of unknown redemptions.” That the story ends with the suggestion that the fire that fed the love affair has burned itself out explains why Sharp sent the book to Frank Rinder and highlighted that story. The sentence he quotes from the story, moreover, is a plea for forgiveness. Deep love is beyond our ability to understand and control. Redemption from the pain it causes others may come only after death. Perhaps that is also why Elizabeth decided to include portions of the letter in the Memoir. If the operation of love is a mystery beyond human comprehension, the actions it precipitates are beyond human control and unreconcilable on this side of the shade that separates life and death.
25The importance of the story for Sharp is clear in two letters he wrote to Yeats after its appearance in The Dominion of Dreams. In late May, he wrote of the book, “Few can guess how personal much of it is. You almost alone will read ‘The Distant Country, ’ for example, with ‘other eyes.’” Yeats would recognize the two principle characters are based on the relationship between Sharp and the woman he loved, and he would appreciate the references to the occult activities. In a letter to Yeats dated September 16, 1899, Sharp, this time as Fiona Macleod, had more to say about the story:
Of one thing only I am convinced, as is my friend (an opinion shared with the rare few whose judgment really means much), that there is nothing in Dominion of Dreams or elsewhere in these writings under my name to stand beside “The Distant Country”. Nothing else has made so deep and vital an impression both on men and women — and possibly it may be true what a very subtle and powerful mind has written about it, that it is the deepest and most searching utterance on the mystery of passion which has appeared in our time. It is indeed the core of all these writings — and will outlast them all.
26Nowhere else is Sharp so direct in asserting the autobiographical qualities of the Fiona Macleod writings and the importance therein of love and sexual passion. He continued:
Of course, I am speaking for myself only. As for my friend, his heart is in the ancient world and his mind for ever questing in the domain of the spirit. I think he cares little for anything but through the remembering imagination to recall and interpret, and through the formative and penetrative imagination to discover certain mysteries of psychological and spiritual life. (Apropos, I wish you very much to read, when it appears in The Fortnightly Review — probably either in October or in November — the spiritual “essay” called “The Divine Adventure” — an imaginative effort to reach the same vital problems of spiritual life along the separate, yet inevitably interrelated, lines of the Body, the Will (Mind or Intellect), and the Soul.) [ “The Divine Adventure” appeared in the November 1 and December 11 issues of The Fortnightly Review.]
27Here Sharp draws the same distinction he made in “The Distant Country” between the feminine and the masculine approaches to writing and to love. The Divine Adventure is “apropos” of her friend’s approach to love and life. Her friend was William Sharp, and The Divine Adventure was published as the work of Fiona Macleod. Such were the contradictions that often surfaced in Sharp’s management of the double identity and the dual authorship.
28On May 29 Sharp also wrote letters about The Dominion of Dreams to AE (George Russell) and Coulson Kernahan, and drafted Fiona letters to Benjamin Burgess Moore in the United States and to Edith Lyttelton in London. The latter presents a telling instance of Sharp’s efforts to ingratiate himself with the London establishment. Edith Sophy Balfour Lyttelton, later Dame Edith Lyttelton, was a writer and an enthusiastic reader of Fiona Macleod. She was also a prominent hostess and the wife of Alfred Lyttelton (1857–1913), a Member of Parliament and, for a time, Secretary of State. In responding as Fiona in early May to a fan letter from Mrs. Lyttelton, Sharp said
I would like to know a little more of you, though more than likely we may never meet. Will you tell me? (Are you Miss or Mrs.?) But just as you like, of course. I ask, partly because of yourself as revealed in your letter: partly because of a keen personal association unwittingly awakened. But it does not matter. I am content that you are a friend, that you bear a name dear to me, and that you have been generous enough to write whole heartedly to a stranger.
29Edith Lyttleton’s name was dear to Sharp/Macleod, of course, because she shared her given name with Edith Rinder. Fiona continued, “You live in London, and know Mr. Yeats. Do you know his, and my friend and kinsman, Mr. William Sharp? As doubtless you have seen in the papers — for the controversy about myself seems as recurrent as the sea-serpent — he is often supposed to be me, or I to be him, or both of us to be each other, with many other speculative variations! I would like you to meet.”
Fig. 18 Dame Edith Sophy Lyttelton (née Balfour) after a picture by Romney; by Lafayette, photogravure by Walker & Boutall, 1897; published 1899. © National Portrait Gallery, London. Some rights reserved.

30Sharp did meet Edith Lyttleton at a social gathering shortly after he returned from France. In what must have been a brief conversation she said she had been ill. Sharp invented his passing this news to Fiona as an excuse for her to tell Edith how sorry she was to hear of her illness. She added: “You will, of course, know at once how I have heard of your illness.” She continued, “After your second letter I wanted you to meet Mr. William Sharp, and he would have called a month or more ago but that he had to go to France. I am glad you have met: for as I think I told you, he is my most intimate friend, as well as my kinsman. If you like him, you would like me: if you do not like him, you would not like me. There! It is a woman’s argument — but perhaps none the less convincing.” Silly as those sentences sound, Sharp was not simply having fun with Mrs. Lyttleton. He was angling for another meeting, this time alone. “So you live in an old house in Westminster and have ‘a swift and individual mind’, and are ‘keenly sensitive to impressions, ’ and ‘seem tuned to that finer inward suffering which goes with every nature open to mystery and to beauty.’” That is what Sharp had told her. “Well, I knew that,” he continued as Fiona, “and more I have mentally reproached my friend for not being more explicit — though he says frankly ‘It is not only that I have no time, but that I am unable to say more. If ever I meet her alone, I will see and know what, in a first visit, in the circumstances and with others present, was of necessity fugitive or uncertain.’” As the letter continued, discussing The Dominion of Dreams, Sharp worked hard to build a strong bond of friendship between Fiona and Edith: “We can never meet, but we can always be friends.” He was using the Fiona ruse to prepare the way for calling on Edith in hopes of finding her alone and prepared for an in-depth discussion of their dreams and desires. Sharp was especially attracted to women he thought might become confidants, and this one had the added advantage of being highly placed in society.
31It did not take Sharp long to call on Mrs. Lyttleton. In Fiona’s next letter to her on June 18, she said
I am very very glad that you can feel to me as to a friend. I hope you will write when so ever you will. I shall always be glad to hear from you. Indeed, I feel that we are friends. There are things — but above all there is something — in your letter which comes home to me intimately.
As some slight sign of this I sent you the “Kingdom of Silence,” and also asked Mr. Sharp to send you from me (I thought he had an extra copy of mine, but he hadn’t!) a copy of my most personal or intimate book, “From the Hills of Dream”.
Do you not “write” yourself? Your letters (with their eager note, and distinctive touch) make me think you do. If so, I wish you would let me see something.
I am glad you have seen my friend again. I think you and he will become friends. It is my hope. He says you are “the Hon. Mrs. Lyttelton,” and wife of one of whose family I know something.
And I am sure I would like you now as much as he does.
32Sharp’s effort to start through Fiona a friendship with a woman of importance had a limited success mirroring the relationship both Sharps developed — via Yeats — with Lady Gregory.
33In late May, Sharp assured Yeats he had read and carefully considered the draft of a Celtic Mystical Order Rite. He thought it needed “something more definite in visionary insight and significance.” It needed “spiritual recasting.” He was waiting for inspiration, a “resurrection,” that would enable him to recast the Rite. He would let Yeats know when the rebirth occurred if it was of “any worth.” His “stream of inward thought” was “moving that way.” He had been ill and was now better, but his doctor had ordered “hill and sea air” native to him. He and Elizabeth would forego their plans to visit Scandinavia and go instead to Ireland at the end of July, probably to the East coast, as it would be too expensive to go to the West. He hoped Yeats will like The Dominion of Dreams, which will appeal to few but hopefully “sink deep.” The play Fiona Macleod would soon finish for Yeats’s Celtic Theatre would no longer be called “The Tarist,” but “The King of Ireland’s Son.” Sharp also asked whether Yeats be at Gort (with Lady Gregory) or Tillyra (with Edward Martyn) in August? If so, Sharp said, he envied him as his heart was always in the West. Having to stay in hotels would make the West too expensive for their Ireland visit. Yeats surely got the unspoken point that an invitation from Lady Gregory to stay at Coole Park or from Martyn to stay at Tillyra would make the West affordable. In a postscript, Sharp sent his “most cordial remembrances & regards to Lady Gregory”
34Through most of June, Sharp remained in London, trying to promote sales of his two books through friends and reviewers. On or around June 5, he wrote again to Yeats. He was still too weak to undertake the psychic effort to comment in detail on the draft copy of the Rite. It needed more work, and he would get to it as soon as he could muster the energy. Again, he asked Yeats what he thought of The Dominion of Dreams and wondered if he would be reviewing it. He remained curious on this point through June, and, having heard nothing in response, he was surprised when Yeats’s review appeared in the July Bookman. That review and its aftermath will be discussed in the “Life” section of Chapter Nineteen. After asking Yeats to do something for Silence Farm if he could, he said he and Elizabeth would be leaving their South Hampstead flat (30 Greencroft Gardens) for good around July 20. If Yeats would be in town before then, he hoped to see him. He told Yeats for the second time he and Elizabeth would spend some time on the east coast of Ireland, north of Dublin. Then he explicitly stated his hope that Edward Martyn or Lady Gregory would invite them to the West. The lines containing that hope are crossed through with a single wavy line. If the line was Sharp’s, he must have wanted Yeats to think he had thought better about conveying his hope for an invitation while leaving the hint highly visible. Uncharacteristically, Sharp ended by telling Yeats he was suffering one of his periodic bouts of depression: “I doubt if I’ll ever live in London again. It is not likely. I do not know that I am overwhelmingly anxious to live anywhere. I think you know enough of me to know how profoundly I feel the strain of life — the strain of double life. Still, there is much to be done yet. But for that…” The mention of his double life reminds us again that Sharp told Yeats, probably in June 1897, he was responsible for the Fiona Macleod writings and he experienced Fiona as an alternative personality triggered and inspired by a real woman with whom he enjoyed an intimate relationship.
35Yeats had also sent a draft copy of his rite to Fiona Macleod asking her to comment. Strange as that sounds, it may have been intended for the woman who inspired Sharp to write as Fiona Macleod, the woman who was helping Sharp with the Celtic Rite whom he knew only as Fiona Macleod. On June 14, Sharp wrote to Yeats as Fiona asking him to be patient about the Rite for a bit longer. Sharp, she said, would be coming to see her in Scotland at the end of the following week (around June 24), and “it is important he and I should talk over, rather than correspond about this.”
36In late May, Sharp told AE (George Russell) that he would receive a copy of The Dominion of Dreams “from Miss Macleod & myself (per the publishers).” When he met with AE in Dublin the previous fall, Sharp claimed authorship of the Fiona writings and asserted she was a separate personality inhabiting his body. He knew Sharp was talking about one aspect of his self when he said the book “comes from deeper depths of life, both of suffering & spiritual exaltation, than any other of F. M.’s books.” Preserving the fiction of Fiona’s separate existence, AE sent her a letter, which has not surfaced, that mixed praise with criticism. Writing as Fiona, Sharp responded on June 17 to AE’s “friendly and sincere letter,” echoing AE’s heightened prose:
I am like one in an apparently clear wood which is yet a mysterious maze out of which I cannot escape, or even reach the frontiers so as to discern where I am and what vistas are beyond me: nay, even the stars themselves become confused often in the darkness of the branches, and the sun’s way seems equally to lead west or east, or north or south, so that I fare often bewildered even at full noon.
Perhaps your letter — perhaps your will and thought — can help me. I hope so. I can say neither “yea” nor “nay” to the central part of your letter. But that spiritually I have been furnishing the palaces of the mind with empty shadows is, I fear, true. Well, I hope — and believe.
37The letter ended with a request for a copy of the review AE was writing for the Dublin Daily Express. When AE sent the review to Fiona later in the summer, he excused his delay by saying he had said all he wished to say directly to her in the earlier letter: “The review is sincere if critical. But I can judge by no other than an absolute standard.” He concluded sadly: “if you hope and believe you are on the path: Faith and hope are companions only met on the straight road and having them you have help I could not give you having lost them awhile” (unpublished letter in private hands).
38Sharp did go to Edinburgh on or around June 24. On June 27 he mailed a card to Grant Richards from Sterling on his way to Glasgow and the West. He wanted to assure Richards he would answer the letter sent to him in Edinburgh when he returned there in “about a week.” He told Yeats he planned to meet Fiona in Edinburgh and go with her to the western isles. It was his habit to talk about the time he spent with Edith Rinder as time spent with Fiona, who he claimed variously was both his cousin and his beloved. He was constructing and taking part in a drama with multiplying complexities that only he understood, and they were becoming difficult to manage. He told people different and contradictory details about Fiona — who she was and how they were related — and it had become harder to keep his stories straight. Sequencing Fiona’s movements with those of Edith Rinder enabled him to preserve some consistency. It is likely that Sharp and Edith were together in the country southwest of Glasgow, in or near the Kyles of Bute, in late June, a respite that may well have lasted longer than a week and one that provided an escape from his financial problems and the nagging doubts of friends and fellow writers about the authenticity of Fiona.
Letters: January–June, 1899
To Clement Shorter, January 2, 1899
3930 Greencroft Gardens | South Hampstead | 2nd January 1899
40Private
- 1 Clement Shorter (1857–1926) was editor of the Illustrated London News. His wife was the Irish poet (...)
41My dear Clement Shorter,1
- 2 Silence Farm was published by Grant Richards (London) on June 13, 1899.
42You asked me if I had any “big” fiction on hand. I do not think I need speak to you of Silence Farm,2 as it is probably not suited for serial use. It will be about 60,000 words: & I hope to finish it in a month or so: It is a sombre story, told with as much reserve and concentrated power “as I know how”.
43But I am anxious to get on at once with (if practicable) a romance of young lives, of their first beginnings, strivings, successes, failures, loves, and vicissitudes, in the world of art and literature.
- 3 Like many of Sharp’s ambitious projects, this one failed to materialize. In a letter to E.A.S. in t (...)
44It is to be called Bugle Music, and will be the first of three connected (but independent) romances, each of considerable length: — (alternative title, The Stars of Fortune, but I think this wd. be best for the second of the three): — in which I hope to create a living picture of the artistic and literary world in these later Victorian days.3
45I began the scheme ten years ago, in Paris, but decided to wait, as I wished to make this trilogy a big work in every sense of the word.
46But the time has now come when I wish to take it up in earnest. Though my own experiences of the literary & artistic world go back only to 1880 (all but 20 years, alas!) I knew and know well many, now famous or notable, of an earlier date, who “went through the mill” before & during my time.
47Bugle Music begins about 1855 — and among those who come into it are Rossetti, Morris, Burton, Swinburne, & Geo. Meredith., & others of marked personality — more or less importantly or incidentally as the case may be.
48In the three books (the third of which will be contemporary in the most immediate sense) I hope to give not only a true and living picture, but to write the romance of contemporary life with the utmost keen and romantic and vivid interest. Romances must be vivid, telling, dramatic, first & foremost.
49I prefer the name Bugle Music as significant not only of the spirit throughout, but as a good name for the new generation at the century-end & the century-beginning!
50Do you think there is any likelihood that you could use Bugle Music. I need not say how glad I should be, were it so.
51With cordial good will for 1899
52Sincerely Yours | William Sharp
53P.S. Have you seen the allusion to your wife’s fine and distinctive work in Miss Macleod’s article in the current Fortnightly?
54ALS University of Leeds, Brotherton Library
To John Macleay, [early January, 1899]
- 4 Written on Grosvenor Club mourning stationery with that address crossed out and this address writte (...)
5530 Greencroft Gardens | South Hampstead | N.W.4
56My dear Mr. Macleay
57Extreme pressure has made it impossible for me to write to you before this, though I was very glad to hear from you again.
58On the whole, Liverpool seems to suit you. I fancy that after London it is one of the best places to live in, in England — i.e. for those whom the Gods punish by compelling to dwell within grimy cities.
- 5 Neil Munro (1863–1930) was an influential Scottish journalist and novelist. After serialization in (...)
59I am bound to say that a perusal of “John Splendid,” a month or so ago, greatly enhanced my opinion of (as well as my pleasure in) that book.5 At the same time I found, & still find, the style hangs too continuously to one insistent note. But, at its best, it is most truly delightful, stimulating, and winsome. I hope & believe the new story will be a success: I like the opening apparently better than you do. But, like you, I look to the ensuing book for his masterpiece. When I was in Edinburgh recently I met Neil Munro, and a day or two later we spent an afternoon together. I took a very definite liking to him: he seems to me in every way “a good fellow.”
60As to your enquiries about Miss Macleod I can say that she is slowly but surely getting along with her historical romance — having canceled all she had written & started afresh. I have, however, seen only the opening chapters. She is so much preoccupied with other work — most of it, I fancy, more akin to her own taste, but some of it, critical & other, in a sense “put upon” her by editors — that her big romance emulates the snail. However, when done, I fancy every one will be surprised by this book.
61N. B. don’t pass on [?] anything given by Miss M! She seems to change her titles & contents without remorse. A few weeks ago a friend in U.S.A. begged me for some particulars about her next book — which, authorized, I gave. I now hear that the book is to have a different (certainly a much finer) name, with contents which involve a markedly different character for the book regarded as a whole. It is confusing, but at least the changes seem to make for strength & variety.
- 6 “A Group of Celtic Writers.”
62I suppose you have seen Miss M’s article in the current Fortnightly6 — Today I recd., presumably at her request, tho’ it was not in her writing, a copy of the “Dublin Express” of Monday, with her letter. She certainly turns the tables on the “Express” reviewer who had rashly echoed the parrot-cry about her “Gaelic.”
63For myself, I am very busy, & in more ways than I have time to tell or egotism to inflict. Apart from books on hand, & needful ephemeral pen-work in periodicals, I have a good many articles & short stories commissioned.
64If he puts it in, there may be something about the less important things (for I have forbidden allusion pro. tem. to the more ambitious) I have on hand in this week’s Ill. London News (where I have also a short art-paper): at any rate, Clement Shorter wrote me the other day & asked if I had any objection to his “literary lettering” what he had remembered me saying in conversation.
65I forgot to say that I strongly agree with you in your opinion about Miss Macleod’s Scandinavian & Viking stories. Personally, I consider them her best achievement, or with only casual exception.
66With all good will for 1899, & hoping it may bring you luck in all way —
67Cordially Yours | William Sharp
68ALS National Library of Scotland
To Grant Richards, January 18, 1899
6930 Greencroft Gardens | South Hampstead | 18/1/99
70My dear Richards,
71I haven’t yet seen Clement Shorter’s notice to which you allude — though as he was specially asking me about my work recently I know of course to what he must be alluding. I have had a letter from two other publishers.
- 7 Pounds, shillings, pence.
72Frankly, I can say nothing definite at the moment. It must be largely a matter of £. S. P.7 with me.
- 8 This is the first of several letters Sharp addressed to Richards about the realistic novel he was w (...)
73I think “Silence Farm” will be considered the strongest and best piece of work I have done in fiction.8 It is a sombre story — which, therefore, some will like & possibly more won’t.
- 9 This book never materialized.
74Sister Eunice (or some other title) will either be a shortlist book of 3 or 4 stories of an oriental kind — or be a longer book comprising all the best short fiction I have done or am still engaged on.9
75Of the two critical volumes — only one will be ready this Spring — namely, that on literary subjects. It will be the book of W.S. the critic!
76I forwarded your letter to Janvier — a near neighbor (14 Winchester Road, Swiss Cottage, N. W.)
77If perchance you don’t hear from him, I can give you a good deal of information about Provence — which I know well. I also know Mistral, Felix Gras, etc. (One of the things I am now engaged on is a critical study of modern Provençal literature. It will, I hope, be in the book I speak of.)
- 10 In a memoir, Author Hunting by an Old Literary Sportsman: Memories of Years Spent Mainly in Publish (...)
78Hope you & your wife are well.10
79Cordially Yours | William Sharp
80P.S. I suppose you got my note about a review-copy of Wives in Exile to Mr. J. Strang?
81ALS Stanford University
To Grant Richards, [late January, 1899]
8230 Greencroft Gardens | South Hampstead | NW
83My dear Richards,
- 11 Grant Richards first visited the French Riviera in February 1899. In Author Hunting, he wrote: “Wil (...)
- 12 Jules Bossière (1863–1897), poet, traveler, Chinese scholar, and opium addict, was a disciple of Ma (...)
84I sent the “Provence Maritime”11 to your Chelsea address, & have just heard that Fumeurs d’Opium was duly sent on to you this morning at Henrietta St., at my request, from my friend Mrs. Wingate Rinder, to whom I had lent it. I gave it to her some time ago with the strong recommendation to translate it (you know her admirable translative work, I expect) — and she has begun to do so. It will, I believe, make a very striking book in English. The tales are powerful. If it strikes you as desirable, I hope you may see your way to commissioning Mrs. Rinder to translate it for you.12 (Her recent “The Dark Way of Love”, a translation of C. Le Goffic’s “Le Crucifié de Keraliès”, was a success in both senses).
85When you have done with the book will you please let me have it again. Mrs. Rinder is anxious to get on with the translation.
86The other book will do when you return. I hope you & your wife (what a charming as well as a pretty woman, you unduly lucky devil!) will have a memorably happy & fortunate time. My cordial greetings to you both. Bon voyage!
87William Sharp
88ALS State University of New York at Buffalo
To Doctor John Goodchild, March 4, 1899
89(Edinburgh) | 4th March 1899
90My dear Sir
91Your letter reached me yesterday from the address of my London agent where for private reasons all my correspondence goes.
92Let me say at once that your surmise is wrong: far from not interesting me your second kind letter interested me profoundly, and not only intellectually but because of spiritual coincidence.
93I was, however, unable to answer it on account of a feverish chill which ended in Influenza, now fortunately overcome, though it has weakened me somewhat and has also thrown all my correspondence and work into arrears.
94I have considered as well as read your letter, and more and more I am impressed by the strangeness of the fundamentally identical spiritual ideas which come to many minds. Race, temperament, and perhaps conditions modify or affect these ideas, but below the accident lies the same spiritual reality. I have long believed in the arising of the Woman Redeemer: and that she will be born in the west, perhaps in Ireland, perhaps in Iona of the Prophecy. The place matters little. Even in my writings you could find traces of this — notably in the last section of Green Fire ( “The Beauty of the World”) — [a book which as a book I care little for and think immature and in almost every way unsatisfactory] —
- 13 The concept of a female redeemer, especially the St. Bride story, appears frequently in the Fiona w (...)
95There is a strange and obscure prophecy in the Hebrides upon which I had meant to write a long study, but this for several reasons I had to relinquish. I have in my mind, however, all but finally thought out (my way of work) a spiritual study called “The Second Coming of St. Bride” which will give utterance to this faith in a new redeeming spiritual force, — a women who will express the old Celtic Bride or Brigit (goddess of fire, song, music), the first modern Saintliness of woman (Bride-nan-Brat etc., St. Brigit of the Mantle; Muime-Chriosda, Christ’s Foster-Mother; Mary’s Sister etc.): the Virgin Mother of Catholicism: Mary of Motherhood: Mary, the Goddess of the Human Soul: Mary, Destiny, the Star-Kindler, for Destiny is but the name of the starry light hidden in each human soul: Consolatrix: Genetrix: the immortal Sister of Orchil, the Earth Goddess, at once Hêra, Pan, and Demogorgon: the Daughter of God: the Star of Dreams: the Soul of Beauty: the Shepherd of Immortality.13
- 14 This was published by Archibald Constable and Co. on May 27, 1899.
96In the short story called “The Washer of the Ford” (in the volume so called, and in Spiritual Tales) there is a hint of this in another way — that of the conflict between the Pagan and early Christian ideals of the mysterious Woman, whether a Celtic Fate or a Mary Bride of God: as again, in another way, in a story called “The Woman with the Net” in the pagan section of my forthcoming book, “The Dominion of Dreams.”14
97It may well be that through what you have written to me, or along the indicated lines, I may reach some more direct and more vital view of a great spiritual problem than I have done. I am but a dreamer of dreams.
98Let me thank you again for your long and interesting letters and diagrams. I must try and go to Glastonbury. If you feel inclined to write further on this strange problem I hope you will do so.
99Believe me, | Sincerely yours, | Fiona Macleod
100ALS National Library of Scotland
To Egan Mew, March 20, 1899
101c/o Miss Rea | The Columbia Literary Agency | 9. Mill Street. Conduit St. | London | 20: March: 99
- 15 Egan Mew, who wrote for Literature, was living in Gray’s Inn Place, London. He wrote A London Comed (...)
102My dear Sir15
103In response to a letter of yours of some date back, I now write to let you know that my new book, The Dominion of Dreams, is to be published in the course of the Spring by Messrs. Archibald Constable & Co. It is in three sections: Tales, with a modern setting; Narratives of a purely psychological kind; and Tales with an old Celtic and pagan background. The greater part of the contents is published for the first time. The book has an epilogue entitled “The Wind, the Shadows, and the Soul.” One of the longest stories in it, “By the Yellow Moonrock,” is the essential part of a short book once announced as The Lily Leven. With this exception” The Dominion of Dreams” is more akin to The Washer of the Ford than any other of my books: and so is of a wholly distinct nature from the Jacobite Romance I have on hand. In the one I have been preoccupied with the explicit drama of actual things — events, actions, externals.
104I will ask you, however, not to print this item of literary news in any other quarter than Literature before Friday.
105Yours very truly | Fiona Macleod
106ALS Princeton University
To Egan Mew, March 25, 1899
107Private | Edinburgh | 25th March. | 99
108Dear Sir
- 16 Although Egan Mew had written an announcement of Fiona Macleod’s forthcoming The Dominion of Dreams(...)
109I do not wish to seem ungracious, and am glad that you have announced so fully my new book — but I must again protest (for this is not the first time, that what I complain of has occurred in Literature, to my annoyance, and enhanced “botherations” in correspondence) against your giving my name in inverted commas.16
110How would Mr. Egan Mew, for instance, like it if I alluded to him in print as “Egan Mew”?
111I do ask to preserve my own absolute privacy and in my own way, but I have the natural wish, in sacrificing publicity but also to sacrifice my own name.
112Believe me | Yours very truly | Fiona Macleod
113ALS Princeton University
To Mr. and Mrs. Grant Allen, [March 25, 1899]
114Rutland House, | Greencroft Gardens, | So. Hampstead | Saty
115My dear Grant and Nellie,
- 17 Easter Monday, April 3.
116Elizabeth has been delayed in Edinburgh but returns tomorrow. Meanwhile I have telegraphed to her — and now I have just sent you a wire to say with what pleasure we accept your kind invitation to come to you on Thursday next. And, considering what kind of day E. Monday is in town we shall very thankfully stay with you over the Monday as you most kindly suggest.17
117I shall have to work in the mornings (for I am trying to finish a new book, a romance called Silence Farm, besides having many proofs, and other writing, etc., etc., etc. to attend to — but I shall be in no one’s way, for if fine I can work in the Garden — or in “any corner anywhere.”)
118But one thing I will ask, if I may: for my insomnia is still troublesome, and by the doctor’s orders I must sleep alone. So if you have not a room with two beds in it, or cannot (as may well be) let us have a room each, I will ask you to allow me to take for myself a bedroom at the (?) or somewhere near, if that be feasible. Sorry to be such a confounded bother (pray say it, but out of your affectionate good hearts, smilingly overlook!).
119So you have Dick and Julie Le Gallienne now as near neighbours?
120I shall be glad to see my truant Spouse again — she has been away a month.
121How fortunate that I am an austere Anchorite — eh?
122Ever yours | Will
123ALS Pierpont Morgan Library
To F.E. Green, March 25, 189918
- 18 This letter appeared in “Book of the Week,” a column by F.E. Green, in the January 21, 1909 issue o (...)
124c/o Miss Rea | The Columbia Literary Agency, | 9. Mill Street, Conduit Street, | London | March 25, 1899
125My Dear Sir,
126I must ask you to excuse my delay in response, though the fault is not wholly mine, for the address to which you wrote is an old one, and the letter had to be forwarded to my London agent, and thence to me.
127I am grateful for your letter. It has been the happiest thing connected with my work that I have been able to appeal strongly to certain natures, particularly to those who have loved deeply and deeply suffered. You say you have read “The Washer of the Ford,” and you may have noted that the story called “Muime Chriosd” is inscribed to “a beautiful memory”.
128The Mrs. Alden was a stranger, an American, of singular beauty of character and life (wife of the editor of “Harper’s Magazine”), but she was of those who feel as you are generous enough to tell me you feel; and when she was dying she put away all else from here, and asked her husband to read certain things of mine, and died with the MS. of “Muime Chriosd” in one hand and some white flowers in the other. These are to me the unforgettable things, and your letter is of them, and I thank you.
129I wish I had known your wife. In her strong and fine face, to me beautiful, I see, as well as in her verses and heart-inspired prose, that she was a poet, in life, in thought, in spirit.
130When it is published, probably in later part of April, I would much like you to read certain things in my new book, “The Dominion of Dreams”. Especially, perhaps, in tales (or spiritual narratives) such as “In the Silence of the Hills”, or “The Wells of Peace”, you may find something of inward appeal. It may be so. I would be glad.
131I seem to read much from your wife’s face, from her book, from your letter. Let me quote one sentence from part of “The Dominion of Dreams” (from the end of “The Distant Country”): — “Love is more great than we conceive, and Death is the keeper of unknown redemptions.”
132Believe me, | Most sincerely yours, | Fiona Macleod
133Printed Letter, The New Age, 4/13 (January, 1909), 267
To Mrs. Grant Allen, [March 28, 1899]
134Tuesday
135My dear Nellie
136Just a hurried line to say that E. has just returned, and that she is as glad as I am (tho’ fortunately without the same need) of so happy a chance and holiday. Very sorry to hear Grant is seedy — but feel sure you are too good a friend to hesitate in asking us if our coming were to burden him or you just now. We shall hope to find him his cheery self again — & you as blithe as usual.
- 19 Elizabeth Sharp recalled visiting Mr. and Mrs. Grant Allen in Surrey “at their charming house, The (...)
137I doubted if I could get away till the late afternoon — but as the Eastertide crowd well be very unpleasant anytime after 2 o’clock on Thursday, we have decided to leave Waterloo by the 1: 50 train, due at Haslemere at 3: 25 — so I suppose we’ll be with you somewhere about 4 or so.19 For myself I can assure I look forward in every way to this visit — & apart from your and Grant’s affectionate comradeship I hope in your fine air to get a surcease from too much nervous headache and from indifferent sleep. Well, till Thursday, Aufwiedersehn,
138Will
139ALS Pierpont Morgan Library
To T Fisher Unwin, [April 10, 1899]20
- 20 This card is postmarked April 10, 1899. Douglas Hyde’s A Literary History was published by Unwin in (...)
140Sunday
141Dear Mr. Unwin,
142Thanks for your note, and kindly sending the advance copy of Dr. Hyde’s book which will doubtless come tomorrow. Of course I’ll say nothing about it (except possibly a useful paragraph in one or two places) till on or after the day of publication.
143In haste | Yrs very truly | W.S.
144APS New York Public Library, Berg Collection
To T Fisher Unwin, [April 12, 1899]21
- 21 Postcard postmarked April 12, 1899.
145Monday Night
146Dear Mr. Unwin
147Dr. Hyde’s book has not come yet — I send this reminder only because in your note of Saty you say “I have today sent you advance copy etc.” Perhaps it may come tomorrow — but you will know, of course, if it has been sent.
148Yrs very truly | William Sharp
149ACS New York Public Library, Berg Collection
To William Butler Yeats, [April 16, 1899]
150Sunday
151My dear Yeats,
- 22 The Wind Among the Reeds (London: Elkin Matthews, 1899) was published on April 15, 1899. Pinar is a (...)
- 23 In his note to “The Hosting of the Sidhe,” the first poem in The Wind Among the Reeds, Yeats indica (...)
152A hurried line from the country (Pinnar) where I am for this evening — to thank you for your book.22 It is beautifully got up — and you know what intimate appeal and constant charm its contents have for me. Some of your loveliest work is here. And the notes (which I must read again and again) have, in their kind, a like charm. In no hypercritical spirit, but a little wonderingly, I wd ask you if you are sure Sidhe23 ever means “Wind.” I write away from books of course — but I have never heard of any words for wind except | Goath (wind) | Soilbheas (blast) | Anail (breeze or breath) | One has to be careful in these matters.
- 24 A review of The Wind Among the Reeds signed Fiona Macleod appeared in the Dublin Daily Express on A (...)
153Either I or Miss M. — or both, separately — will review your beautiful book in one or two places. Miss M. has written to the Express — “Literature” is already secured.24
154Ever yours, | W.S.
155ALS Yale University
To Grant Richards, [April 16, 1899]25
- 25 Sharp wrote this letter on the train returning to London from Pinner where he had been for the even (...)
156(In train from Country) | Sunday
157My Dear Richards
158I hope to send you “Silence Farm” before this week-end — but for your immediate consideration, as agreed, as not only do two other publishers want it, but I wish to arrange at once, both because for urgent reasons it shd. come out this season — & because next week I have to go abroad for a week or two.
159Mrs. Wingate Rinder is for every reason very disappointed about the miscarriage of “Fumeurs D’Opium” — for personal as well as for other reasons — & she hopes, as I do, & as I know you do, that the missing volume may yet be recovered.
160You have not written to her — she told me yesterday.
161Hoping you are all right now —
162Believe me, my Dear Richards | Most Sincerely Yours | William Sharp
- 26 The reference is to No. 5 St. John Street by Richard Whiteing (1840–1928), which Grant Richards had (...)
163P.S. Glad to have been instrumental in several quarters in helping Whiteing’s book.26
164ALS State University of New York at Buffalo
To T. Fisher Unwin, [April 18, 1899]27
- 27 Date from postmark.
165Thanks — but I now have another photo of Douglas Hyde. (I shall be noticing his book in 3 places.)
- 28 Originally published by T. Fisher Unwin in 1895, a revised edition of Yeats’ Poems was published by (...)
166When is Yeats’s reissued “Poems” to be out.28 If you send me an advance copy I’ll do what I can for it.
167W. S.
168ACS New York Public Library, Berg Collection
To Grant Richards, April 21, 1899
16930 Greencroft Gardens | South Hampstead | Friday night 2l: Apl: 99
170My dear Richards,
171Herewith I fulfill my promise, and give you first offer of Silence Farm, which I think the strongest and in every way best book I have done. (It is about 58,000 words or so; with the 14 sectional forepages equivalent to over 60,000.)
- 29 The book’s official date of publication was May 27, 1899.
172I have already told you what I would like to get for it as an advance against royalties: and I think urged, but may do so again, the advisability of its being brought out with the utmost expedition now — on account of the recent widespread and continued controversy about Miss Macleod and myself. As Miss Macleod is publishing a new book, “The Dominion of Dreams”, through A. Constable and Co., about the beginning of May, and as that controversy (in some ways deeply regretted both by her and me) is certain to arise again in consequence, and cannot but materially affect the sales of her book, and, if mine is ready, of mine, you will at once see the urgency of bringing out Silence Farm with the least possible delay.29 Little proof-revision will be called for — only textual errors: for I have already revised in MS and in typed-copy.
173For the same reason of urgency, I will ask you to keep to your promise — to let me hear from you within two days: i.e., I shall look to hear from you by Monday evening, or at latest by Tuesday morning. This is the more imperative for me, as I have, if possible, to go to France on Wednesday or Wedny night. If you do not wish the book, I shall thus have time to arrange with one of the two other publishers who are desirous of it.
174I reserve American (U. S. A.) rights, and shall myself arrange for publication there and on Wedny shall post my typed duplicate there. This, however, is not to delay issue here.
175Cordially yours | William Sharp
176ALS Private
To John Macleay, [April 25, 1899]
177Tuesday
178My dear Mr. Macleay
179It is not often coincidences happen as today — for your letter (largely about Miss Macleod’s new book) — one from Miss Macleod about the same points — and W.B. Yeats (to whom you allude) in person, came to me practically simultaneously.
180I am under great pressure, with my art-work etc., and just before going to Paris and elsewhere in France for two or three weeks — whither I hope to get on Friday. Besides, I have just finished a new book, “Silence Farm,” which I think is in every way the best thing I have ever done in fiction. One of the chief “readers” in London has just reported on it in a way that has deeply gratified me — speaking of it as one of the most powerful & moving studies he has ever read.
181It will (I hope) be out this summer — if so, probably abt end of May: but I don’t know for certain yet. It may have to wait till autumn on account of the American edn.
- 30 E. A. S. printed this sentence and the rest of the paragraph (Memoir, p. 307).
182I’m not sure when Miss Macleod’s “Dominion of Dreams” is to be out. I understood the first week in May — but today she writes simply that final revises etc. are now off her hands. When she first set aside her historical romance to give herself up to this book, I thought she made a mistake. But I do not now think so. I see that it was inevitable. She was right in her instinct that she had to go to her own frontiers before she could step into a new realm. Her new book is the logical outcome of the others: the deeper note, the vox humana, of these.30 I think it is more than merely likely that this is the last book of its kind. “I have had to live my books — and so must follow an inward Law” — that is truth to art as well as to life I think. There is, however, a miscellaneous volume (of “appreciations,” and mystical studies) — and then a poetic vol. which I suppose shd be classed with it. I imagine that, thereafter, her development will be on unexpected lines, both in fiction & the drama: judging both from what I know and what I have seen. In every sense I think you are right when you speak of “surprise” as an element in what we may expect from her.
183I am glad to hear you are to be married in August. I suppose it would occur to you to try for the new Morning Herald?
184When I come back — i.e. any time after May 20th or so — I’ll be glad to look at your work as you suggest.
185Yes, simplicity — severity even is best — but not without flexibility, & that can only be got by a fusion of Saxon, English, Latin-English, & all other English, into the one fine instrument of — English.
186I hope that you may be able to do something for Miss M’s book in the H/News. I’ll send you her address.
187Sincerely Yours/William Sharp
188P. S. Yeats has left me a copy of the Dublin Express, and George Russell has sent me one with his article, so I send you one of them with pleasure, as you say you regret having missed it. I don’t want it back of course. Have not yet had time to read, but Yeats very pleased. I see there is a para about Miss M in it.
- 31 A journalist and aspiring novelist from Scotland, Macleay began his career as a writer for The High (...)
189P.S. I suppose some of that confounded controversy about Miss M. & myself will [begin] again — this I hope the Chronicle will not have the bad taste to start as it did Etc.31
190ALS National Library of Scotland
To Grant Richards, [April 25, 1899]
19130 Greencroft Gardens | South Hampstead
192My dear Richards
193I realise there is a good deal of general truth in what you say — as, I am sure, absolute truth from your standpoint: and, believe me, I shall very regretfully publish this book elsewhere, if need be. I have important work on hand ( & I believe work likely to appeal widely) & would like to keep it in one publisher’s hands if possible — and as I know and trust you as a publisher as well as know & like you as a friend. I am reluctant to go elsewhere for a temporary advantage.
194If, therefore, I am willing to accept your point of view financially, so far — perhaps you can meet me. If you can bring it out this season — & this could surely be managed quite well ( & this is, I admit, to me a matter of signal importance), I am willing to accept a less royalty — namely 15 % instead of 20 % — up to first edn. — and an advance of (instead of £100) £50.
195I think you will admit that, as I am obviously waiving immediate advantage to myself — though of course I believe to our mutual benefit later, & in several ways — I am showing both my confidence in you & in this book — & my willingness to do as I said when I gave you “Wives in Exile”, that I wd. do my utmost to “keep with you”.
196If, as I hope, we can now meet on ground fair to each, please wire to me as early in the forenoon as you can.
197Believe me | Cordially Yours | William Sharp
198Far from objecting, I wd. very much prefer to see it come out at 3/6 instead of 6/-
199ALS Stanford University
To Grant Richards, April 27, 1899
20030 Greencroft Gardens | South Hampstead | 27: April: 99
201My dear Richards
- 32 Sharp was reviewing the annual exhibit at the Royal Academy of Art for either the Glasgow Herald or (...)
202I have been far too “rushed” with the R. A.32 and much other pressing work either to get off to Paris today or to make other arrangements about “Silence Farm”. I have, besides, carefully considered your letter from every point of view, present and prospective, & have come to the conclusion that it’s a square enough arrangement as things are — tho’ I don’t think “Wives in Exile” was a fair test, for several reasons. Again, it seems to me of imperative importance, partly for the reasons already explained, to get the book out this season, and as early as practicable — and I am willing to this end to forfeit the greater immediate advantage elsewhere open to me.
203I have, therefore, decided to accept your offer as indicated in your telegram: namely, an advance of £25. I think a fair royalty arrangement would be 15 % up to an edition of 1000 — & thereafter, if a successful sale calls for more, at 20 %.
204So I return the MS. for you to put in hand at once. I hope you will make every effort to have the book struck off as swiftly as practicable: I on my part will pass the proofs at once, & probably with no other corrigenda than printer’s errors: & I hope that it may be publishable by the end of May. A relatively short typed & corrected “copy” such as this should be easily and swiftly printed.
205As I have shown my friendly goodwill throughout, I daresay you will be able to oblige me by letting me have the £25 advance on signature of the contract — as that, owing to an unforeseen emergency, would be a very great convenience to me.
206As if at all possible I want to get away either tonight or tomorrow morning will you very kindly send me agreement by return.
207I shall be in France till the 15th of May at any rate: and shall send you my address or addresses, for proofs.
208I was very pleased to hear that you thought so highly of Silence Farm. One well-known “reader” who saw it at my house, & begged the loan of it for a night, wrote to me that it was “a very long time indeed since I have read anything so fine, so powerful, so moving. It is the best thing you have done. It will certainly gain wide recognition.”
209By the way, please have as simple a cover as practicable. Personally, I like smooth dark-red or brown buckram.
210In haste, | Sincerely yours, | William Sharp
211P.S. Telegram just come from one of the big London dailies, & I may have to go to Paris early this evening. So please, if you can manage it, send up Contract etc. by P.O. Messenger-Boy, with instructions that he will be paid here.
212ALS State University of New York at Buffalo
To Grant Richards, [April 28, 1899]
21330 Greencroft Gardens | South Hampstead
214My dear Richards
215I think it is better to have the usual contract, & with the same clause in it as in “Wives in Exile” contract (which please consult) as to 7 years duration — a condition I invariably adhere to with everything I publish.
- 33 Sharp finally left for France on Sunday April 30 or Monday May 1.
216I cannot now get away to Paris till Sunday night or Monday morning.33
217As I wrote last night, I am obliged to you for your ready courtesy about the cheque: and am sincerely glad that you are to be the publisher of Silence Farm: and am also very glad at the expedition you promise.
218Unless you hear to the contrary, my address in Paris from Monday evg till the 15th anyway will be
219Poste Restante | Bureaux des Posts: Palais du Luxembourg | Rue de Vangirard | Paris
220(a district office contiguous to where I shall stay).
221I don’t know if it will commend itself to you — but I much like the enclosed as a binding.
- 34 See Sharp’s letter To Grant Richards, [late January, 1899] (Volume 2).
222I am hopeful that unfortunate Fumeurs d’Opium may still be traced — the more so as the book is not easy to get now, as it is épuisé.34 Mrs. Wingate Rinder is naturally put out about it, as the translation too is stopped.
223Yours Sincerely | William Sharp
224ALS State University of New York at Buffalo
To Grant Richards, April [29], 1899
225My dear Richards
226I think I forgot to enclose the sample binding I alluded to last night. I enclose both — the red being that which I prefer.
227This, of course, is only suggestion. You know best — & will I am sure bring out the book at once as severely simply & with as much chic as practicable.
228Yours in haste | W. S.
229ALS Private
To Edith Lyttelton,35 [early May, 1899]
- 35 Edith Sophy Balfour Lyttelton (1865–1948), later Dame Edith Lyttelton, was a playwright and author. (...)
230C/o. Miss Rea. | The Columbia Literary Agency | 9 Mill Street. Conduit Street. | London. W.
231My dear Miss Lyttelton,
232I am sure that you will not have attributed my delay in reply to your letter of the 6th either to indifference or discourtesy. But partly because it was addressed (not through Mr. Yeats surely? unless he was very forgetful) to an old address, involving roundabout reforwarding, and partly because I have just come to Midlothian from the West, I have only today received it.
233If you have had a real and deep pleasure from my writings, or from some things I have written, I also have had some of my rarest pleasure from letters such as yours. Yours itself I have read with genuine pleasure. I get a great many letters from England and Ireland, and many from America, but few of them “come home” to me. But every now and again I find myself in close rapport with some unknown friend, whom all at once I seem to know. And now, dear Miss Lyttelton, comes your own generous and to me welcome letter.
234I am glad you know and love the Highlands: and I am glad to think that I have helped you to a fuller and deeper understanding. You, I feel, are of the few who discern that I am not the less a realist because I strive to interpret the Gaelic spirit and nature and inmost mind, rather [than] their familiar and often wholly misleading outward expression, or than the outward ordinary life. To every man, his woman of women; to every woman, her man of men; and to every soul its own flight. So, too, should it be with the creative artist. There is one way: his or hers: and he or she should go that way and no other. Thus it is that I pay no heed to those who would have me be other than I am.
235I do not suppose that I can ever have a wide audience, and quite frankly I am indifferent. I am content to do what I can, in my own way, and to leave the rest to other discretionary powers and influences. If, soon or late, my work should appeal to the many, so much the more fortunate for me, or, rather, for those influences in life and art by which I take my stand. If not, I know I shall not any the more have missed my goal. Success in literature is measurable by depth, not by extension. It is perhaps because of outer accident as well as my temperament that I think so very little of, care so next to nothing about, what is commonly called success. Yet I would not have you interpret this as arrogance or affectation. Every writer must be sincerely glad to win appreciation, and must regret apparent failure. But I simply cannot care much. All my thought and care is in my work: in the life of thought and dream, emotion and passion: in the ceaseless revelation of the human heart, nature, and that little infinite flame in each of us that we call the spiritual life. In the deepest sense of the words I have lived my books. In the truest sense they are profoundly realistic. There is, I need hardly say to you, a realism of the imagination, of the spirit, as well as of material vision.
- 36 The Dominion of Dreams was published by Archibald Constable and Co. (Westminster) on May 27, 1899.
236Many, because of the reputation I have fortunate enough to win, such as it is, will read my shortly forthcoming book, “The Dominion of Dreams”, (which I venture to hope you will read, when published 2 or three weeks hence by Archd Constable & Co.): but how few will care much for it, how fewer still will really understand it, or the most intimate part of it.36
- 37 The remainder of this paragraph was reproduced separately by E. A. S. in the Memoir (306–07) where (...)
237Yet, in a sense, if I may say so, it is a profoundly revelative book.37 Well, if it gains wide and sincere appreciation, I shall be glad: if it should practically be ignored I shall be sorry: but, beyond that, I am indifferent. I know what I have tried to do: I know what I have done: I know the end to which I work: I believe in the sowers who will sow and the reapers who will reap, from some seed of the spirit in this book: and knowing this, I have little heed of other considerations. Beauty, in itself, is my dream: and in some expression of it, in the difficult and subtle art of words, I have a passionate absorption.
238I would like to know a little more of you, though more than likely we may never meet. Will you tell me? (Are you Miss or Mrs?) But just as you like, of course. I ask, partly because of yourself as revealed in your letter: partly because of a keen personal association unwittingly awakened. But it does not matter. I am content that you are a friend, that you bear a name dear to me, and that you have been generous enough to write whole heartedly to a stranger.
239You live in London, and know Mr. Yeats. Do you know his, and my friend and kinsman, Mr. William Sharp? As doubtless you have seen in the papers — for the controversy about myself seems as recurrent as the sea-serpent — he is often supposed to be me, or I to be him, or both of us to be each other, with many other speculative variations! I would like you to meet.
240And now I must apologise for so long a letter. I am constantly reproached for being so bad a correspondent, and for brevity and taciturnity when I do write — and lo this “screed” to an unknown friend! But perhaps, dear Miss Lyttelton, you will forgive it, since it is from your caraid dileas,
241Fiona Macleod
242ALS Churchill Archive Center, Churchill College, Cambridge
To Archibald Constable and Co., May 13, 1899
- 38 This letter was sent to Archibald Constable at the request of the publishers, who were worried that (...)
243Dear Sirs,38
244I am much annoyed at this continued identification of myself with this or that man or woman of letters — in one or two instances with people whom I have never seen and do not even know by correspondence. For what seem o myself not only good, but imperative private reasons, I wish to preserve absolutely my privacy. It is not only that temperamentally I shrink from and dislike the publicity of reputation, but that my very writing depends upon this privacy.
245But in one respect, to satisfy those who will not be content to take or leave, to read or ignore my writings, I give you authority to say definitely that “Fiona Macleod” is not any of those with whom she has been “identified”; that she writes only under the name Fiona Macleod; that her name is her own; and that all she asks is the courtesy both of good breeding and common sense — a courtesy which is the right of all, and surely imperatively of a woman acting by and for herself.
246Believe me sincerely your, | Fiona Macleod
247Printed Letter, The Athenaeum, 3733 (May, 1899), 596
To William Butler Yeats, [mid-May, 1899]39
- 39 What follows are fragments of two or three letters Sharp wrote to Yeats. They were owned by Yeats’ (...)
248… pieces are less “personal.”
249I read to the Macgregors, from Miss Macleod’s proofs, “The Woman with the Net,” “Dalua,” “Book of the Opal”. They were deeply impressed they said, and I saw.
- 40 This is the first of several times Sharp expressed his desire for Yeats’ opinion of The Dominion of (...)
250I hope very much too that you will be able to write authoritatively about it. We lay more stress on a sympathetic appreciation from you than from any other of course.40
- 41 This sentence is written in the left margin of the page. Henry Duff Traill (1842–1900) had become t (...)
251Would not Traill let you write a special article?41
252I send you a cutting which has been circulated throughout the literary Press & chief papers. If you remember, let me have it again.
253I think this wise: do you not?
254(I think some of the best of F. M. will be found in this book. Few can guess how personal much of it is. You almost alone will read “The Distant Country,” for example, with “other eyes”.
- 42 The words in brackets are inserted above the line.
- 43 This book became The Divine Adventure: Iona: By Sundown Shores when it was published in early summe (...)
- 44 This is the end of two pages that fit together. The next excerpt is from the beginning of two pages (...)
255I think, too, that both in style & thought [ & imaginative treatment of imaginative thought]42 the other unpublished book, “The Reddening of the West”43 — which Miss Macleod intends to dedicate to you — & which will likely be publd… .44
256From every point of view we are very eager about the plays.
257Two will be finished before this summerend — and also if possible the most purely dramatic, “The Tarrist”. “Dahut the Red” may only be for book form.
258I have been away, as you know, with my friend. It has been an eventful time. Life presses. New and vivid developments await.
259Sometime I want you to read something that Miss M. wished kept back from “The Dominion of Dreams.” It is called “The Second Mystery of the Incarnation” — and is in great part an actual record of that mysterious union of which I have spoken to you. It will probably be incorporated in the chief section of “The Reddening of the West”:
- 45 This line is written in the left margin.
260(It preceded “The Distant Country”)45
- 46 The page ends here, and the next page is missing.
261I am more glad than I46
262AL Private
To Grant Richards, [May 23, 1899]47
- 47 Sharp probably returned from France on Monday May 22 and found waiting him an author’s copy of Sile (...)
263Tuesday night
264My dear Richards
265I am very pleased indeed with the get-up of the book: the binding, the print, the paper, are just what I would choose. It seems to me a very fine “turn-out” for a 3/6 volume. It is a great pleasure to me the way you turn out most of your books: and I am particularly glad “Silence Farm” is just as I would wish it.
266I am sorry about the postponement — the season is already so far advanced. But you know best as to what is advisable — & so of course I have no more to say.
267Can you let me have my other author’s copies soon — three in particular I want for America: the others I wd. hold over till publishing-date.
268You say I am sending advance copies to Daily Chronicle and Literature — but why advance to these two in particular? In any case, would it not be very risky to send copies so much in advance? Would not others object? I shd think it well to send at once to the weeklies (Literature, Academy, etc., etc., Sketch, etc..) — but not to the D/C unless also to the other dailies.
269To your provincial list add the Liverpool Courier, please: also Nottingham Guardian. It would also be well to send advance copies to the following (who will all do what they can):
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Richard Whiteing Esq.
Chas. G. D. Roberts, 8 Templeton Place, Earl’s Court (who is to do a special article)
John Macleay Esq., 194 Grove Street, Liverpool
Coulson Kernahan Esq.
Richard Le Gallienne Esq., Waggoner’s Wells, Haslemere
Lionel Johnson Esq., 8 New Square, Lincoln’s Inn
Ernest Rhys Esq., Hunt Cottage, The Vale, Hampstead N.W.
270Let me know if you have sent or will send to these, please. If I remember any others, or hear to that effect, I’ll let you know.
271In haste, | Cordially yours, | William Sharp
- 48 The Omar Khayyam Club was a group of literary men who met periodically for dinners, listened to eac (...)
272We’ll meet at the Omar meeting, I hope.48
273P.S. I forgot to ask you to be sure to add to your list The Daily Express, Dublin and to the other list to add
2747. Geo. Russell Esq. 28 Upper Mount Pleasant Avenue, Ranelagh, Dublin
275and
2768. W. B. Yeats Esq. | c/o Lady Gregory, Coole Park, Gort, Co. Galway, and
- 49 Henry D. Davray (1873–1944) wrote and translated for the Mercure de France. He was the author of Ch (...)
2779. to Mr. Henry D. Davray,49 33 Avenue D’Orleans, Paris, who will write about it in 2 places. Please let me have list of those you send to.
278ALS Pierpont Morgan Library
To Frank Rinder, [late May, 1899]
279My Dear Frank,
280Today I got three or four copies of The Dominion of Dreams. I wish you to have one, for this book is at once the deepest and most intimate that F. M. has written.
281Too much of it is born out of incurable heartache, “the nostalgia for impossible things”… . My hope is that the issues of life have been woven to beauty, for its own sake, and in divers ways to reach and help or enrich other lives… . “The Wells of Peace” must, I think, appeal to many tired souls, spiritually athirst. That is a clue to the whole book — or all but the more impersonal part of it, such as the four opening stories and “The Herdsman”; this is at once my solace, my hope and my ideal. If ever a book (in the deeper portion of it) came out of the depths of a life it is this: and so, I suppose it shall live — for by a mysterious law, only the work of suffering, or great joy, survives, and that in degree to its intensity… .
282F. M.’s influence is now steadily deepening and, thank God, along the lines I have hoped and dreamed… . In the writings to come I hope a deeper and richer and truer note of inward joy and spiritual hope will be the living influence. In one of the stories in this book, “The Distant Country”, occurs a sentence that is to be inscribed on my gravestone when my time comes.
283“Love is more great than we conceive and Death is the keeper of unknown redemptions.”
- 50 Frank Rinder was the husband of Edith Rinder, the woman Sharp loved, and their love is the subject (...)
284Lovingly, | Will50
285Memoir, p. 306
To George Russell (AE), [late May, 1899]
28630 Greencroft Gardens | South Hampstead | London
287My dear George Russell
288Today or tomorrow you shd. receive from Miss Macleod & myself (per the publishers) a copy of “The Dominion of Dreams.” I hope you will find some living beauty in it. It comes from deeper depths of life, both of suffering & spiritual exaltation, than any other of F. M.’s books — particularly the second section of Ulad.
289It is sent as a gift of friendship & camaraderie; but at the same time I may frankly say that if you can write anything about it I shall be glad — because it is you.
290My greetings to you & your wife.
291W. S.
292If by chance Yeats’s copy comes to your care, please post it c/o Lady Gregory
293ALS Indiana University, Lilly Library
To Benjamin Burgess Moore, May 29, 1899
294c/o Miss Rea | The Columbia Literary Agency | 9 Mill Street Conduit St. | London E.C.
295Dear Mr. Moore
296I know I am in your debt — but you must forgive me.
297I have had a good deal of illness, and been abroad, and have been hopelessly preoccupied with work and correspondence since leisure has been approximately mine again. But I bear you ever in friendly remembrance — one of my sincerest friends oversea I know.
298Yes — I have been much annoyed at all these personal and often impertinently obtrusive remarks etc about myself. But I think that is all over now — with the result that my privacy will be safeguarded and let useless speculations cease.
299Do write to me about my new book, The Dominion of Dreams, which I have asked the publishers to send to you. It was published two days ago. It is my deepest, most intimate book.
300If, too, you can help it at all, I know you will (though I do not send it for that, but simply as a friend).
301Always yours sincerely | Fiona Macleod
30229th May 1899
303ALS Huntington Library
To Coulson Kernahan, [May, 29, 1899]
30430 Greencroft Gardens | South Hampstead
305My dear Kernahan
306Miss Macleod asked me for your address, as I had told her you wd probably be able to say a good word for her new book, “The Dominion of Dreams,” and as in any case she wished you to have it. But I have been in France, and am just back, & my lost letters are coming in upon me many days late!
307However I hear that she gave your name to Constables, & that a copy was sent to you. I am sure you will do what you can.
- 51 This statement dates the letter as Monday, May 29.
308My own new book, Silence Farm (a tragic romance), is to be issued by Grant Richards tomorrow fortnight (June 13th).51
309You, of course, are very busy too — and your dear wife. Our love to you both.
310Ever yours, | William Sharp
311ALS Princeton University
To Edith Lyttelton, May 29, 1899
312C/o. Miss Rea | The Columbia Literary Agency | 9 Mill Street. Conduit Street | London | 29: May: 99
313My dear Mrs. Lyttelton
314I am in Edinburgh for a couple of days, mainly in connection with the publication of my new book — but leave again tomorrow for Loch Fyne.
315It is not to tell you about myself, however, that I look up this page to write to you. I write to say that I am so sorry to hear you have been seriously unwell, and are not yet strong: and to express a not conventional but genuine hope that you will soon be in full enjoyment of life. Do you know that any time in the Yellow Month (i.e. from the mid-May day called Yellow-May-Day — Là buidhe Bealltainn — till Là Fheill-Eòin, St. John’s Day) a friend may put “green-life” into the heart of another? Well, I wish “green life” to you — that is, youth, and the living spirit, and inward joy. And so… get well! You will, of course, know at once how I have heard of your illness.
316After your second letter I wanted you to meet Mr. William Sharp, and he would have called a month or more ago but that he had to go to France. I am glad you have met: for as I think I told you, he is my most intimate friend, as well as my kinsman. If you like him, you would like me: if you do not like him, you would not like me. There! It is a woman’s argument — but perhaps none the less convincing.
317So you live in an old house in Westminster and have “a swift and individual mind,” and are “keenly sensitive to impressions,” and “seem tuned to that finer inward suffering which goes with every nature open to mystery and to beauty.” Well, I knew that, and more I have mentally reproached my friend for not being more explicit — though he says frankly “It is not only that I have no time, but that I am unable to say more. If ever I meet her alone, I will see and know what, in a first visit, in the circumstances and with others present, was of necessity fugitive or uncertain.” I was glad to hear that you are going to read “The Dominion of Dreams” — and if you care for the book, or feel deeply anything in it, I hope you will tell me: for sympathy and understanding such as shown in your letters, and others akin to them, mean far more to me than the most laudatory reviews. Not that I anticipate more than a somewhat puzzled reception, even at best, for this book: much of it can of necessity appeal only to the few.
318We may never meet, but we can always be friends: and in token of that indefinable but real comradeship that means so much I send for your acceptance one of a little private edition of ten copies, made up of a certain intimate section of “The Dominion of Dreams,” but here entitled anew “The Kingdom of Silence.” All of us who suffer — whether fully known, or in the shadows of insight, of foreknowledge — know how not only we must live, but must alone find symbolic or disguised expression, in this domain of silence.
319But I must be wearying you. Forgive so long a letter, and believe me, your unknown and yet not unknown friend
320Fiona Macleod
321ALS Churchill Archive Center, Churchill College, Cambridge
To William Butler Yeats, [May 29?, 1899]52
- 52 Yeats had asked Sharp to comment on or add to a draft of a ritual he had constructed for his Celtic (...)
322Monday
323My dear Yeats
324I have read and carefully considered the rite — but I think it calls for something more definite in visionary insight and significance — for spiritual recasting, so to say. And as you well know, all work of this kind — as all imaginative work — is truly alive only when it has died into the mind and been born again. The mystery of dissolution is the common mean of growth. Resurrection is the test of any spiritual idea — as of the spiritual life itself, of art, and of any final expression of the inward life.
325I cannot say when this rebirth will be: but when it comes I will write to you, if the result seems to me to be of any worth, any significance: as I hope it will be. The sole stream of inward thought that can help is moving that way.
326I have been ill — and seriously — but am now better, though I have to be careful still. All our plans for Scandinavia in the autumn are now over — partly for the now impracticable expense, partly by doctor’s order, who says I must have hill & sea air native to me — Scotland or Ireland.
- 53 The area around Tara in County Meath in the east of Ireland. The ancient kings of Ireland were said (...)
- 54 Kilkeel and Newcastle are seaport towns in County Down. Annalong is a fishing village five miles no (...)
327So about the end of July my wife and I intend to go to Ireland. It will probably be to the east coast, Mourne Mountains coast, as we must live cheaply & simply. Will you be eastward at all? Surely Tara-land, Ulidia, must have strong appeal to you?53 I would be glad go west of course, but we cannot afford it, as it would involve going about & living in hotels. We think of Kilkeel or Annalong or Newcastle.54
328I hope you like “The Dominion of Dreams.” Miss Macleod has received two or three very strange & moving letters from strangers, as well as others. The book of course can appeal to few, — that is, much of it. But, I hope, it will sink deep.
- 55 Sharp finished and published two plays under the Fiona Macleod pseudonym: “The House of Usna,” Nati (...)
329If you are at any time announcing, or speaking of the play by Miss Macleod for acting next year, do not now speak of it as “The Tarrist”. Either that name will be relinquished, or used later for another play. Of course if thought advisable it can be retained — for the acting play — but in its literary & published form it will be called “The King of Ireland’s Son.”55 You will be interested to hear, if Miss Macleod has not already told you, that this play will be finished soon, relatively. I think it will not disappoint you.
- 56 Gort is in County Galway near Coole Park, the residence of Lady Gregory, and not far from Edward Ma (...)
330Are you to be at Gort (or Tillyra) in August?56 I hope you are happily at work. What are you doing? I envy you in the West. My heart is always there. And you are amid green and beautiful things. There is no nostalgia like that of the green way.
331Yours | W.S.
332My most cordial remembrances & regards to Lady Gregory. London is prostratingly hot. You are well out of it.
333ALS Yale University, Letters to Yeats,I. pp. 54-55
To John Macleay, May 31, 1899
334c/o Miss Lilian Rea | The Columbia Literary Agency | 9 Mill Street. Conduit St. | London
335Dear Mr. Macleay
336I am indebted to Mr. Sharp for your new address — and I asked Messrs. Constable to send you a copy of my new book. I greatly hope that you, one of my earliest and staunchest friends across the pen will care for “The Dominion of Dreams.” To me it stands for my best work, as it is certainly the deepest and most mature: though I can well understand how its appeal must be limited.
337After all, I doubt if I really care for any work save that which tells imaginatively of
338[page or pages missing here]
339Jacobite romance (which will in movement, and, in a sense, in style, recall the Pagan and Scandinavian tales in “The Washer of the Ford” or “The Sad Queen” in the present volume — and to my mind my strongest work is here; though not necessarily my deepest or most intimate) — a book of “spiritual studies” of the Gael, a book after my own heart — and a volume of poems and with them two prose plays. I have also a play of a necessarily rougher mould, for the stage.
340If you like “The Dominion of Dreams” I hope you will tell me so.
341(Write to me as above: I am at present on Argyll.)
342You yourself are busy, of course. I look for your work. I may be wrong, but I think Mr. Sharp told me you are about to be married.
343If so, my sincere good wishes!
344Yours most truly | Fiona Macleod
345ALS National Library of Scotland
To Grant Richards, early June, 1899
346My dear Richards
347On my return I find that I stupidly omitted two names of reviewing friends who will do their best for “S/F,” namely
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J. Stanley Little Esq | 18 Drakefield Road | Balham | SW
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Percy White Esq | 22 Holland St. | Kensington W.
348I suppose you are now sending out review copies? Please send above with them.
349I hope the book will do well. Our friend Janvier writes me that he has rarely been more moved and more profoundly interested by any book — & says other things which, coming from so exacting a critic, greatly please me.
- 57 Edward Verrall Lucas (1868–1938) was a versatile and popular English writer of nearly one hundred b (...)
350What a lovely little book you have made of Mr. Lucas’ “The Open Road.”57 I will say what I can for it. I am sending a copy to Miss Macleod, who has long meditated a little anthology of lovely and rare things in prose & verse — purely by personal choice of selection — to be called (I believe) “The Hour of beauty.” This lovely little book should be a further spur to her intent.
351The few who have seen “Silence Farm” concur with me in liking greatly its get up.
352Ever yours | William Sharp
353ALS State University of New York at Buffalo
To Coulson Kernahan, [June 5, 1899]58
- 58 In his Thursday, June 8 letter to Little, Sharp said review copies were going out that week, the we (...)
35430 Greencroft Gardens | South Hampstead
355My dear Kernahan
356Today or in a day or so Grant Richards should send you a copy of my new book, “Silence Farm” — which I hope you will like, and which I (to say nothing of G. R. and his readers) — think the best thing I have done.
357If you can say anything about it anywhere, I shd be grateful — but in any case I want so good a friend as yourself to have this book from me.
358I am now back from France — where I was very ill (2 doctors etc.) — and though better have to be careful).
359I hope you two are both well, and happily at work.
360We are soon going to leave our flat, and for good: I doubt if we’ll ever live in town again. First we go to Ireland for two months.
361Shall you be at the Omar dinner? I hope so.
362With affectionate greetings to you both | Cordially yours, | William Sharp
363ALS Princeton University
To William Butler Yeats, [June 5?, 1899]
36430 Greencroft Gardens | South Hampstead | London
365My dear Yeats
366Serious illness (in France I had to have a doctor) has still left me so down, mentally & bodily, that I find myself unable to do anything just now involving deep concentration & spiritual intensity. Therefore the rite waits. But I feel something moving within me. (I do not think what you sent can stand, i.e. can do more than spiritually indicate a direction. I’ll explain later.)
367I am very eager to hear what you think of “The Dominion of Dreams.” If ever a book was born out of spiritual stress & suffering, out of the depths, this book was: as I think Miss Macleod herself has written to you.
- 59 Sharp asked Yeats several times in late May and June what he thought about The Dominion of Dreams a (...)
368Shall you be writing about it anywhere?59
- 60 “The King of Ireland’s Son” became “The House of Usna.” Sharp is telling Yeats indirectly he is cap (...)
369It is probable that after “The King of Ireland’s Son,” Miss M’s next play will be a short modern play of a deep & moving human interest, called “Dark Rosaleen” (meaning Ireland mainly).60
370Today or in a day or so Grant Richards should send you a copy of a new book by myself “Silence Farm”. I think you will find it the best & most satisfying thing that has appeared under my name (G. R. & his reader seem to have a very high opinion, & very high hopes of it, indeed.) If, perchance, you shd be able to say anything about it anywhere I should be grateful. But this is just as you can, & feel inclined. In any case I want you to have the book. I would send you an advance copy with my inscription — but I find that the last of the very few I have has my inscription to Lady Gregory — but G. R. will have had my instructions by this. I’m sending Lady Gregory’s to her.
- 61 E. A. S. combined this line and the last paragraph of this letter with passages from a letter to Ye (...)
371We leave our flat about 20th July. Shall you be in town before then?61
- 62 The bracketed words are crossed through in the manuscript letter, probably by Sharp since the inser (...)
- 63 The east coast north of Dublin in County Down.
372Then we go to Ireland but I don’t know where yet, [Possibly Lady Gregory or Martyn may ask us west. Otherwise we’ll go straight to the]62 probably to the Mourne Mountains coast.63
- 64 Sharp had told Yeats, probably in June 1897, that he was responsible for the Fiona Macleod writings (...)
373I doubt if I’ll ever live in London again. It is not likely. I do not know that I am overwhelmingly anxious to live anywhere. I think you know enough of me to know how profoundly I feel the strain of life — the strain of double life.64 Still, there is much to be done yet. But for that… .
374Your friend | William Sharp
375ALS Yale University, Letters to Yeats I, pp. 51–52
To George Russell (AE), [June 5?, 1899]65
- 65 This strange letter to Russell, which assumes a closer relationship between the two men than in fac (...)
37630 Greencroft Gardens | South Hampstead | London | N.W.
377My dear Russell
378I know you will be glad to hear that Miss Macleod’s book has made a far deeper and more moving impression on at least a few than any other of her writings. It is not to be expected that a book such as this — coming deep out of a life — could be of wide or at any rate of immediately wide appeal: but it will, I hope, help to mould the minds and spiritual temper of many. Already a response has come, and from strangers as well as those in a sense known. The book seems to have not only moved profoundly, but to have revealed much — and that is perhaps one of the ultimate tests.
379But if out of much spiritual suffering and joy, and a too great pressure of sorrow and that “unknown grief,” the nostalgia for impossible things, this book has been woven, it is easily understandable, at least you will understand, that a great and ultra-sensitive weariness may follow. Oftenest the soul best finds refreshment by following its own guidance to the secret Fountain of Youth: sometimes it is through the dreams and visions of others: sometimes through the gates of personal joy, or, oftener, of sorrow and anguish: but sometimes only through the sympathy and comradely help of others of close spiritual kindred. I think it is so with Miss Macleod just now — and you are of the few to whom she turns. When you have time, I hope you will write to her about “The Dominion of Dreams.” Neither she for herself, nor I for her, would ask this, were there not times when one should not let even just scruples of consideration make one refrain from asking for spiritual help or word of helpful greeting. If some day, when a little of your rare leisure permits, you write to her, do so | c/o Miss Rea | The Columbia Literary Agency | 9 Mill St. | Conduit St | London W. | which is now her sole address for correspondence.
380I hope the book I saw announced sometime ago is soon to be out — that of your and Yeats’s reprinted essays. I look for it eagerly. I think our little band is already exercising a deep and far-reaching influence: and that this will steadfastly deepen and widen. I often think of you, & what you are doing — & often keep in touch by a glance into something you have written. Yes: as you wrote once: we go to the same goal, and are never far apart.
381My wife and I (I have been seriously unwell, & need rest & sea-air & hill-air of a native kind) give up our flat in London towards the end of July — I mean give it up for good — ( & personally I never wish to live in London again, where a terrible devitalisation in all ways forever was) — and to come to Ireland for August & Septr., probably crossing before the end of July. We intend going to the east coast (Mourne Mountains), as we must live cheaply as well as simply: probably to Kilkeel, or Annalong, or Newcastle. If so, I hope greatly we may see you & your wife. Perhaps she does not remember me — but I well remember her. I hope you are both very happy in a true comradeship.
382The heat here is very great — prostratively — & so more than ever I long for the unimprisoned life. As I wrote to Yeats recently — there is no nostalgia like that of the green way.
383Ever your friend | William Sharp
384ALS Indiana University, Lilly Library
To J. Stanley Little, [June 8, 1899]
385Thursday
386My dear Stanley
387I have asked Grant Richards to send you a copy of my new book, Silence Farm, which I think the best thing I have done (as others do). Advance copies are to go out this week, and the book nominally to be publd? on Tuesday next.
388If you can say a good word for it I shall be grateful: but that is as you find convenient. In any case I want you to have the book from me, in old friendship.
389I was very ill recently in France (2 doctors etc.) but am now better tho’ I have still to be careful.
390We leave our flat for good about mid July.
391I hope you are both well — and that things prosper.
392Ever yours, | Will
393ALS Princeton University
To John Macleay, June 8, [1899]66
- 66 In her letter To John Macleay, May 31, 1899 (Volume 2), Fiona asked if she was correct in thinking (...)
394c/o Miss Rea | The Columbia Literary Agency | 9 Mill Street | Conduit St. | London
395Dear Mr. Macleay
396Thanks for your friendly letter. Yes, I do wish you could obtain the control of the “Highland News.” Much could be done with that paper.
397I daresay there is much truth in what you say — but each of us must seek according to the light that is in us for guidance. Yet on the face of it, there must surely be more likelihood of spiritual beauty where life is attuned to the great natural influences and where simple natures have more depth and scope. There is moral and spiritual beauty in the slums — but not the same degree, I suppose: at any rate, we have overmuch literature pointing out all this in slum-life and the like — a little pharisaically it seems to me.
398But I don’t “go to the isles” for beauty. The isles — the past — the pagan wonder and mystery — come to me! It is what a writer receives that makes him or her. All art is from within. It is from what dies into one, and is reborn.
399Each to his kind. My cordial good wishes for your wedded life.
400In haste | Sincerely yours | Fiona Macleod
401ALS National Library of Scotland
To Grant Richards, [June 9, 1899]
402Friday night
403My dear Richards
404A hurried line to say that I know Miss Macleod has not (unless quite recently which is wholly unlikely) arranged about “The Hour of Beauty” — as she knew that besides Constables etc. Lane for one would be glad to have it. So the best plan would be for you to write direct — to say what your own preferences are — and to make what proposal you see your way to. Miss M. is at present on Lochfyneside in Argyle — but it is quicker (as well as her invariable rule now) for all save private correspondence to go to her per her London typist and agent
405c/o Miss Rea | The Columbia Literary Agency, | 9 Mill St. | Conduit St. | W.
406You can (and in circumstances should) of course state that you have heard of this anthology through me. She consulted me sometime ago as to whether to make it entirely from contemporary (i.e. Victorian) literature, including Maeterlinck etc. — or to make it a gleaming at random from all periods of English literature — indeed from all or any source (the Greek anthology — the old Celtic writers — etc. — or to make it purely from Celtic and Anglo-Celtic sources, old and modern. From actual choice she prefers the last.
407It would be simplest for you to say what you think best. (I think I suggested that she shd act on a hint thrown out that Macmillans would like something of the kind from her for the G. Treasury series.) But I am certain she has done nothing since — and indeed is working at her play just now.
408I will write to her also, following my dispatch of “The Open Road” — which I know will fascinate her if she thinks she might have a book done like it —
409In haste, Yours Ever | W.S.
410ALS Yale University
To William Butler Yeats, June 14, [1899]
411c/o Miss Rea. | 2. Carlyle Square | Chelsea. | London. S.W.
41214: June.
413Dear Mr. Yeats
- 67 Sharp was stalling, through Fiona, for more time to comment substantively on the Rite as he had in (...)
- 68 Sharp stated that Fiona was in Midlothian from the “Middle Isles” in order to explain the Edinburgh (...)
414I have just come to Midlothian again from the Middle Isles. Will you be patient as to the Rite for a brief while longer?67 My reason for asking this is that our friend W. S. will be in Scotland (to see me) at the end of next week — and that it is important he and I should talk over, rather than correspond about this.68
415Then, too, I will write on other matters.
- 69 The “Kritik” which was to appear soon, and its author, are unknown to me. “Dalua” is the first stor (...)
- 70 These square brackets appear in the original letter, and are not my own addition. am Fheill Bhrighd (...)
416I have work, too, on hand about which I should like to write to you. Do you know German?… if so, would you care to see, when it appears soon, “a ‘Kritik’ on Fiona Macleod,” dealing largely with the mythopoeic aspects of the work and particularly with what the writer somewhat cumbrously calls in his letter “the newly conceived and newly shaped, howsoever old-world-based idea of the incorporate madness of men, of the madness that is wisdom and of the wisdom that is madness, in your ‘Dalua, ’ the most deeply significant mythopoeic creation in our time.”69 But if you are pressed about the Rite, I could… but no, that would be inadvisable. You will wait, now, I am sure! Lest I forget, let me add that the “Touch of the Queen” is in May. [It is also fatal on St. Bride’s Day i.e. 1st February (am Fheill Bhrighde)].70
417I cannot say at the moment, but I believe the times to beware of in May are the 1st (and its eve), and the three cold days (17th to 19th or 19th to 21st according to some).
418In haste | Sincerely yours | Fiona Macleod
419ALS Private
To George Russell (AE), June 17, 189971
- 71 Sharp’s handwritten draft of this letter is in the National Library of Scotland. Mary Sharp’s trans (...)
420c/o. Miss Rea | The Columbia Literary Agency | 9. Mill Street. Conduit St. | London
42117: June: 99.
422My dear “A. E.”
423I thank you for your friendly and sincere letter. It has given me, will give me, subject for close thought. I am like one in an apparently clear wood which is yet a mysterious maze out of which I cannot escape, or even reach the frontiers so as to discern where I am and what vistas are beyond me: nay, even the stars themselves become confused often in the darkness of the branches, and the sun’s way seems equally to lead west or east, or north or south, so that I fare often bewildered even at full noon.
424Perhaps your letter — perhaps your will and thought — can help me. I hope so. I can say neither “yea” nor “nay” to the central part of your letter. But that spiritually I have been furnishing the palaces of the mind with empty shadows is, I fear, true. Well, I hope — and believe.
- 72 “The Book of the Opal” and “The Yellow Moonrock” appeared in The Dominion of Dreams (1899). AE’s le (...)
- 73 Sharp began “The Lily Leven” in 1896, but it was not published. See Endnote 24, Chapter 15 (Volume (...)
- 74 Yeats’s stories about Hanrahan the Red first appeared in The Secret Rose: A Collection of Stories ( (...)
425I have no doubt you are right in what you say about “The Book of the Opal.” I think you are a little off the trail about “The Yellow Moonrock,”72 which is the essential part of a piper-story called “The Lily Leven,”73 before W. B. Yeats’s “Hanrahan” was written (or appeared).74 Yet it may be that in its later reshaping it has been influenced as you say. I will be on guard.
- 75 AE’s review of The Dominion of Dreams appeared in the Dublin Daily Express in June 1899.
426Will you send me your Express review?75 Please do.
427Always your friend and comrade, | Fiona Macleod
428ALS Indiana University, Lilly Library
To Edith Lyttelton, June 18, 1899
429C/o. Miss Rea | The Columbia Literary Agency | 9. Mill Street. Conduit St. | London. 18th June | 99
430My dear new friend
- 76 The Athenaeum, 3738 (June, 1899), p. 751: “in some respects the most considerable work yet issued b (...)
431In this lovely and continuous sunflood I have been too indolent — save when pricked by some unwelcome necessity — to answer letters. But in your case, it is from no forgetfulness. I have had your letter often by me: have read it thrice at least. I am genuinely glad that you like “the Dominion of Dreams” so well — that something in it has deeply appealed to you. It will interest you to hear that two or three of the important reviews which have appeared and I am agreeably surprised at the sympathetic and generous welcome given to this book — and even The Athenaeum,76 usually hostile, gives it this week a most generous criticism (with a foolish objection to certain Gaelic names being anglicised — and I wonder how English readers would like “Sine MacIllcathain” or “Eoghau Mac-an-t’-Saoir” for “Jean Maclean” or “Hugh Macintyre”!) — ah, I’ve lost my breath, so to say!… well, I meant to say at once that you would be interested to hear that one you like so well, “In the Shadow of the Hills,” is noted as the best or one of the best. I think The Athenaeum says so too — and so does another just to hand, the Daily Telegraph (Mr. Courtney), of which I send you a copy as it has come to me in duplicate.
432And now enough about my book.
433I am very very glad that you can feel to me as to a friend. I hope you will write when so ever you will. I shall always be glad to hear from you. Indeed, I feel that we are friends. There are things — but above all there is something — in your letter which comes home to me intimately.
434As some slight sign of this I sent you the “Kingdom of Silence,” and also asked Mr. Sharp to send you from me (I thought he had an extra copy of mine, but he hadn’t!) a copy of my most personal or intimate book, “From the Hills of Dream”.
435Do you not “write” yourself? Your letters (with their eager note, and distinctive touch) make me think you do. If so, I wish you would let me see something.
436I am glad you have seen my friend again. I think you and he will become friends. It is my hope. He says you are “the Hon. Mrs. Lyttelton”, and wife of one of whose family I know something.
437And I am sure I would like you now as much as he does.
438I do hope you are now quite strong again. If you could hear the last call of the cuckoo in the woods of Claondiri, and see the brown-sailed herring smacks coming up Loch Fyne, as I do, you would be glad to be here for a while and not in London.
439I have not been very well, (life ever wears me too much), but the sunflood heals.
440I hope all my work hence will have less of sorrow and regret, and more of strength and joy: not because life is so attuned for me, but because of inward growth. But… well, one can only hope, and work.
- 77 Probably The House of Usna.
441I don’t quite know yet what next of things begun, half-done, projected, to go on with. At the actual moment I am finishing a play for the Irish Literary Theatre77 — and have begun a commissioned article for the Fortnightly on Contemporary Breton Poetry. But I will tire you.
442Write to me, please!
443Your friend, | Fiona Macleod
444ALS Churchill Archive Center, Churchill College, Cambridge
To The Editor of The Athenaeum, [June 18, 1899]78
- 78 The letter is transcribed from Sharp’s draft for Mary to copy. It was written in response to the re (...)
445Not wholly as a Personal Matter — and I would be ill to please were I not gratified with the sympathetic and generously worded review of The Dominion of Dreams in the current Athenaeum — I write to say that it is perhaps a little misleading to indicate as careless Gaelic what is obviously anglicised. Surely no one with even an elementary knowledge of Gaelic could think “Sheumais” the proper spelling of “Seumas” or “muirnean” of “mhuirnein”: but is it not wiser when foreign words are introduced (and I think this use should be sparing and only when inevitable or at least advisable for emphasis or subtler effect) that they should be given as nearly as possible as they are pronounced. “Seumas” would certainly be mispronounced by the English reader, but “Sheumais” is sufficiently near: in “mhuirnein” there is not only the puzzling aspirate but the (to most English readers) apparently Teutonic “nein”; whereas “muirnean” is unmistakable. It is, I think, out of place to introduce words of an unpronounceable kind: and even personal names must be anglicised (e.g. Domnhuill, Mhic Illeathain, Mac-an-t-davir — Donald, Mclean, Macintyre) or else they will be as obscure and difficult as for example would be my own name if, instead of Fiona Macleod, I signed
446Yours truly, | Fionaghal nic Lèoid
447ALS National Library of Scotland
To T Fisher Unwin, [June 19, 1899]79
- 79 Unwin published a revised edition of Yeats’s Poems in May, 1899. The postmark on this card is “Ju 1 (...)
448Rutland House | Greencroft Gardens | South Hampstead
449Dear Mr. Unwin,
450Will you kindly oblige me with a P/C as to when Yeats’s “Complete Poems” will be out. I have to write about him before long. You are to issue the book, if I remember rightly. (You publish no other Celtic work, do you, except the Irish Library?)
451Yrs very truly | William Sharp
452ACS New York Public Library, Berg Collection
To Grant Richards, June 22, 1899
453C/o. Miss Rea. | The Columbia Literary Agency | 9. Mill St. Conduit St. | London 22nd June /99
454My dear Sir
- 80 The idea here is that Sharp would join Fiona in Edinburgh on the June 23 or 24, and they would go t (...)
455Your letter reached me just as I am leaving the west for a short time in Edinburgh.80 Yes, it is true I have projected a little anthology which I propose to call “The Hour of Beauty.” The idea is a severely chosen and severely limited selection of short prose and verse pieces which (1) come up to a high and rare standard of beauty and distinction (2) scrupulously to make my own personal delight and conviction the means of choice, thus, too, giving a greater unity and avoiding all conventionality in selection — and (3) that “The Hour of Beauty” should be a truly indicative title. I, too, on the whole prefer that this “Hour” should not be limited to any one period, country, or literature.
- 81 Edward Verrall Lucas, The Open Road (1899). See Endnote 57.
456No, I have not yet made any arrangement elsewhere, though I had intended it should go either to Messrs. Constable, John Lane, or Macmillans. It would, however, certainly weigh with me greatly if “The Hour of Beauty” were to come out in the same format as the beautiful little book you have just published, with its lovely end-papers.81 Therefore, I certainly hold myself free to consider any offer you have to make to me. I have, unfortunately, to be biased by other considerations than those of personal preference — but, I admit, “The Open Road” invites me to any proposal of yours. I take it, of course, that the possible coincidence of a few pieces (probably only a few, but I cannot tell yet) being also in Mr. Lucas’ anthology does not matter.
457I have thought of a possible periodic division (dawn, noon, dusk, etc.) but doubt if advisable.
458The above is my sole letter-address now, so kindly address to me there.
459Believe me | Yours very truly | Fiona Macleod Grant Richards. Esq.
460ALS Stanford University
To Grant Richards [June 26, 1899]
461South Bantaskine | Falkirk
462My dear Grant Richards
- 82 This card was written and mailed on June 26 in Falkirk, near Stirling, when Sharp was traveling on (...)
463Your letter has been forwarded to me as I am en route.82 When I return to Edinburgh within a week I’ll answer it. (Meanwhile let me say that I rec’d Statement of a/c/ & in same slip, without any other note, request for payment, which naturally I took for a request for Balance)
464In haste | Yrs very truly | William Sharp
465ALS State University of New York at Buffalo
To Ernest Rhys, June 29, 189983
- 83 This letter is transcribed from the draft in Sharp’s hand intended for Mary to copy into the Fiona (...)
466Thursday Night | 29th June 1899
467My dear Mr. Rhys
- 84 Grace Rhys (née Little, 1865–1929) was an Irish writer raised in Boyle, County Roscommon. She met h (...)
- 85 The phrase in brackets was crossed out.
468Your letter gave me great pleasure in several ways — first, because you are one of those I most want to hear from: next, because you tell me your wife is going to write to me, at which I am glad, for I am deeply interested in her fine work, and in the strong and controlled personality underlying it.84 A letter from her will be very welcome indeed. I like to think of you two, and the blending of the Cymric and Gaelic flame into one fine Celtic spirit. You may have much to contend with, but you are both such true artists and do such beautiful work, and are together and work together, that I think life must mean gladness for you both. I am sure your wife has both the need and the power to express herself: and I await her new work, as yours, with keen anticipation. It is very good of you to say you will write to me more fully and soon. I look to it; so do not disappoint me. I much wish to hear from you as to certain things in and problems involved in this book, if possible. To my great and genuine surprise, the “Dominion of Dreams” has been so much sought for that it is already in a second edition — though that does not mean very much, perhaps, as the first edition did not exceed 2000 copies, if that [(possibly only 1,000, alas!).]85
469Perhaps the many influential reviews have brought this unexpected result about. As I know you are so genuinely interested in what I am doing and trying to do, and as you may be far from all papers, I send you an advt. cutting from last week’s Spectator and also one from yesterday’s (no, Wednesday’s) London Daily Chronicle. For certain reasons, I had expected either to be ignored or unpleasantly treated in the latter: so am very glad. Will you kindly, however, return both these when you (or your wife) write. What a charming address! I wish I could suddenly look in at Carrig Cennen.
470Believe me, dear Mr. and Mrs. Rhys,
471Most sincerely yours, | Fiona Macleod
472ALS National Library of Scotland
To F. E. Green, [June 30?, 1899]86
- 86 F. E. Green included this letter in his column — “Book of the Week” — in The New Age, 4/13 (January (...)
473c/o Miss Rea | The Columbia Literary Agency, | 9. Mill Street, Conduit Street | London
474Dear Mr. Green,
475I thank you for your letter, which has reached me in the Highlands.
476I am glad you like “The Dominion of Dreams”. Some of it I knew (from your letter) would appeal to you. It is my hope that a book which has come out of the depths will be an influence to sink deep in other minds and spirits.
477No, I am afraid my books are not in any sense popular; but they are reaching further, and sinking deeper, and that contents me. Of necessity, work like the second part of “The Dominion of Dreams” can appeal only to a few — and perhaps only to those whose imaginative insight is clarified by suffering.
478The “Epilogue” has reached some, as well as yourself, I am glad.
479I hope you will have in every way a pleasant and encouraging time in Wales.
480Sincerely yours, | Fiona Macleod
481Perhaps something of what you want from me as a writer will be found in the book of miscellaneous prose “The Reddening of the West,” to be published probably in November.
482Printed Letter, The New Age, 4/13 (January, 1909), 267
Notes
1 Clement Shorter (1857–1926) was editor of the Illustrated London News. His wife was the Irish poet Dora Sigerson (1866–1918) who, after her marriage in 1895, wrote as Dora Sigerson Shorter. Born in Dublin, she contributed significantly to the Irish Literary Revival. Her work was mentioned in Fiona Macleod, “A Group of Celtic Writers”, The Fortnightly Review (January, 1899), 34–53. See Fiona’s letter To [Dora Sigerson Shorter, December, 1898] (Volume 2).
2 Silence Farm was published by Grant Richards (London) on June 13, 1899.
3 Like many of Sharp’s ambitious projects, this one failed to materialize. In a letter to E.A.S. in the fall of 1897, Sharp described a work of epic proportions that would contain and transmit all he had learned about life. At that time, it was to be six books under the general title “The Epic of Youth” (Memoir, p. 289).
4 Written on Grosvenor Club mourning stationery with that address crossed out and this address written over it.
5 Neil Munro (1863–1930) was an influential Scottish journalist and novelist. After serialization in Blackwood’s Magazine, his first novel John Splendid, The Tale of a Poor Gentleman, and the Little Wars of Lorn, was published in 1898 by William Blackwood And Sons (Edinburgh and London). It deals with the sack of Inverary by Montrose and his subsequent victory at the battle of Inverlochy in 1645.
6 “A Group of Celtic Writers.”
7 Pounds, shillings, pence.
8 This is the first of several letters Sharp addressed to Richards about the realistic novel he was writing. After much back and forth about royalties and other business matters, Richards accepted the book and published it on June 13, 1899.
9 This book never materialized.
10 In a memoir, Author Hunting by an Old Literary Sportsman: Memories of Years Spent Mainly in Publishing, 1897–1925 (New York: Coward-McCann, 1934), Grant Richards wrote “Sometime in the early spring of 1898, I became engaged to a young Italian lady; in May of the same year we were married. I shall have, I think, no need to mention that marriage again, so I will confine myself to saying that my wife bore me children [three boys and a girl] and that the union was dissolved” (p. 135). The young lady he married was Elisina Palamidessi de Castelvecchio (1878–1959), the great-great-granddaughter of Napoleon’s brother Louis. In 1909, Elisina left her family to live with Royall Tyler, with whom she had a child in 1910. After her divorce from Richards in 1914, she married Tyler, and in 1915 Richards married a young Hungarian widow named Maria Magdalena de Csanády. Elisina was the first editor of Englishwoman which the Richards firm published from 1909–1921. Later, as Elisina Tyler, she became a close friend of the novelist Edith Wharton, and assisted with her charities during the First World War, becoming vice president of the American Hostels for Belgian Refugees and the Children of Flanders Rescue Committee. She was also chairman of the Franco-American Committee of the Viennese Children’s Fund. She was co-awarded (with Edith Wharton) the Médaille de la Reine Elisabeth by the Belgian government in 1918 for their work with refugees. Later, she was made a chevalier of the French Legion of Honor. She and her husband acquired Antigny-le-Château, near Arnay-le-Duc, in 1923. Elisina became the executor of the French will and estate of Edith Wharton, and she inherited Wharton’s Sainte-Claire du Château, her property at Hyères, where she died in 1959. See https://www.doaks.org/research/library-archives for more information.
11 Grant Richards first visited the French Riviera in February 1899. In Author Hunting, he wrote: “William Sharp and Thomas A. Janvier collaborated in drawing up my itinerary” (p. 145). It was a delayed honeymoon trip with Elisina Palamidessi de Castelvecchio whom he married in May, 1898. Some years later, Richards wrote The Coast of Pleasure: An Unconventional Guide to the French Riviera.
12 Jules Bossière (1863–1897), poet, traveler, Chinese scholar, and opium addict, was a disciple of Mallarmé and the Symbolists. He wrote seven books in his short life, the two on opium usage his finest. Fumeurs d’opium, a collection of stories, was first published in 1896 and went through four editions. The autobiographical Propos d’un intoxiqué first appeared in 1911. He was one of the first French writers to study the action of opium on the intelligence and sensibilities (Arnould de Liedekerke, La Belle Epoque de l’Opium (Paris: Le Sphinx, 1984), p. 197). The suggestion that Edith Rinder translate Fumeurs d’opium for publication by Grant Richards did not materialize. Her translation of Le Crucifié de Keraliès by Charles Henri Le Goffic was published in 1898 under the title, The Dark Way of Love (Westminster: Archibald Constable & Co., 1898).
13 The concept of a female redeemer, especially the St. Bride story, appears frequently in the Fiona writings.
14 This was published by Archibald Constable and Co. on May 27, 1899.
15 Egan Mew, who wrote for Literature, was living in Gray’s Inn Place, London. He wrote A London Comedy and Other Vanities (1897) and Historical Books of the World. He also wrote six books on porcelain — Japanese, Chinese, and British.
16 Although Egan Mew had written an announcement of Fiona Macleod’s forthcoming The Dominion of Dreams in Literature, she was nonetheless annoyed by his continued assumption that Fiona Macleod was a pseudonym.
17 Easter Monday, April 3.
18 This letter appeared in “Book of the Week,” a column by F.E. Green, in the January 21, 1909 issue of The New Age. The book that occasioned Green’s column was an edition of Fiona Macleod’s works called Songs and Poems, Old and New published posthumously that year by Eliot Stock. Frederick Ernest Green (1867–1922) was a prolific writer on agricultural policy. The circumstances that led to Fiona’s letter to Green, as recalled in Green’s column, are described in the “Life” section of this chapter.
19 Elizabeth Sharp recalled visiting Mr. and Mrs. Grant Allen in Surrey “at their charming house, The Croft, built among the heather and the pines on the hill-top just by the edge of the chasm called ‘The Devil’s Punch Bowl’” (Memoir, p. 317).
20 This card is postmarked April 10, 1899. Douglas Hyde’s A Literary History was published by Unwin in late April, 1899. Accompanying this card is a manuscript note which reads: “Hyde’s Literary History / Sent to Sharp per Pickford on the 8th. Signed for, / on behalf of Pickford, by A. Smith.”
21 Postcard postmarked April 12, 1899.
22 The Wind Among the Reeds (London: Elkin Matthews, 1899) was published on April 15, 1899. Pinar is a village northwest of London in Middlesex.
23 In his note to “The Hosting of the Sidhe,” the first poem in The Wind Among the Reeds, Yeats indicated that the gods of ancient Ireland were known among the poor as the Sidhe and stated: “Sidhe is also Gaelic for wind” (p. 65).
24 A review of The Wind Among the Reeds signed Fiona Macleod appeared in the Dublin Daily Express on April 22, 1899. Sharp wrote about the volume again as Fiona Macleod in “The Later Work of Mr. W. B. Yeats,” The North American Review, 175 (October, 1902), 473–85. Sharp thought H. D. Traill’s weekly Literature would publish a review under his signature, but I have been unable to find this. Sharp’s opinions of the volume in the context of his ongoing relationship with Yeats are discussed in the “Life” section of this chapter.
25 Sharp wrote this letter on the train returning to London from Pinner where he had been for the evening.
26 The reference is to No. 5 St. John Street by Richard Whiteing (1840–1928), which Grant Richards had recently published. The book went through many editions and became Grant Richards’ first successful book.
27 Date from postmark.
28 Originally published by T. Fisher Unwin in 1895, a revised edition of Yeats’ Poems was published by Unwin on May 8, 1899.
29 The book’s official date of publication was May 27, 1899.
30 E. A. S. printed this sentence and the rest of the paragraph (Memoir, p. 307).
31 A journalist and aspiring novelist from Scotland, Macleay began his career as a writer for The Highland News in Inverness. Though he continued to write occasional pieces for that paper, he had recently moved to Liverpool to join the staff of the Liverpool Chronicle. He suspected that Fiona Macleod might be William Sharp and speculated on that point in both papers, usually quoting unnamed sources. Sharp was pulled between the need to keep Macleay at a distance from the truth while also encouraging him to write about Fiona in order to boost sales of her books.
32 Sharp was reviewing the annual exhibit at the Royal Academy of Art for either the Glasgow Herald or the Art Review.
33 Sharp finally left for France on Sunday April 30 or Monday May 1.
34 See Sharp’s letter To Grant Richards, [late January, 1899] (Volume 2).
35 Edith Sophy Balfour Lyttelton (1865–1948), later Dame Edith Lyttelton, was a playwright and author. Her works include Warp and Woof (1904); Peter’s Chance (1912); The Faculty of Communion (1925); and Our Superconscious Mind (1931). A prominent society hostess, she was the wife and biographer of Alfred Lyttelton (1857–1913), a Member of Parliament and, for a time, Secretary of State.
36 The Dominion of Dreams was published by Archibald Constable and Co. (Westminster) on May 27, 1899.
37 The remainder of this paragraph was reproduced separately by E. A. S. in the Memoir (306–07) where it is introduced by “to another correspondent he wrote” with the implication it was an extract from a William Sharp letter.
38 This letter was sent to Archibald Constable at the request of the publishers, who were worried that speculation about the identity of Fiona Macleod would interfere with sales of The Dominion of Dreams. It was sent to several publications. This transcription is from The Athenaeum, 3733 (May, 1899), 596. I am indebted to Michael Shaw for bringing this letter to my attention.
39 What follows are fragments of two or three letters Sharp wrote to Yeats. They were owned by Yeats’ son, Michael B. Yeats, who gave me copies. The paper and script of the fragments are similar, but how they fit together, if they do, is unclear. It is likely all three fragments were written when Sharp was in or near Paris in early May 1899. The fragment placed first here (ending at “special article”) was certainly written while Sharp was in Paris. The introduction to this section of the letters comments on his reading to the Mathers. The next fragment, which begins with “I send you a cutting” and ends with the first “Reddening of the West,” also deals with The Dominion of Dreams. In the final fragment, Sharp addresses the plays he will write as Fiona before the end of the summer for Yeats’ theatre in Dublin. It seems also to have been written in France since Sharp wrote two letters to Yeats after he returned to England both of which said he was seriously ill in France. It was surely written before May 29, when he cautioned Yeats against referring to “The Tarist” since he intended to name it “The King of Ireland’s Son.”
40 This is the first of several times Sharp expressed his desire for Yeats’ opinion of The Dominion of Dreams and his hope that Yeats would review the book. Without responding to Sharp about the book, Yeats reviewed it in the July 1899 issue of The Bookman. He praised the book, but also criticized its wordiness and overblown style. Sharp was greatly distressed at first by the criticism, but came to recognize Yeats’ comments were at least partially justified (Memoir, p. 308).
41 This sentence is written in the left margin of the page. Henry Duff Traill (1842–1900) had become the first editor of the weekly Literature in October 1897, and he directed its fortunes until his death. The subject of the “cutting” in the next line and the advice it must have contained are unknown.
42 The words in brackets are inserted above the line.
43 This book became The Divine Adventure: Iona: By Sundown Shores when it was published in early summer 1900 by Chapman and Hall (London). By then, Sharp’s relationship with Yeats had cooled, and the volume was not dedicated to him, but to EALASAIDH, which is Elizabeth (or E. A. S.) in Gaelic. In the spring and fall of 1899, he expected to finish and publish the book in November 1899.
44 This is the end of two pages that fit together. The next excerpt is from the beginning of two pages written side-by-side on a single sheet. Although we cannot be certain, these pages are likely part of the same letter as the two pages above.
45 This line is written in the left margin.
46 The page ends here, and the next page is missing.
47 Sharp probably returned from France on Monday May 22 and found waiting him an author’s copy of Silence Farm. See his letter To John Macleay, [April 25, 1899] (Volume 2). Richards had decided to delay official publication until June 13.
48 The Omar Khayyam Club was a group of literary men who met periodically for dinners, listened to each other deliver speeches, and inducted new members.
49 Henry D. Davray (1873–1944) wrote and translated for the Mercure de France. He was the author of Chez les Anglais pendant la Grande Guerre (1916), Through French Eyes: Britain’s Effort (1916), and Lord Kitchener: His Work and His Prestige (1917).
50 Frank Rinder was the husband of Edith Rinder, the woman Sharp loved, and their love is the subject of many stories in the book. In “The Distant Country,” for example, the female narrator describes a love affair that is so intense it threatens to burn itself out. His mention of this story may have been an indirect means of suggesting to Rinder that his affair with Edith was beginning to wane. The sentence Sharp quoted suggests he believed Rinder would concur that intense love between two human beings cannot be denied and whatever redemption might be required for the harm that love causes others comes only after death. This is one of very few letters from Sharp to the Rinders that Elizabeth used partially in the Memoir. Since she knew the facts of Sharp’s relationship with Edith would one day emerge, she must have wanted future readers to know that both she and Edith’s husband knew about and tolerated the love affair between their two spouses.
51 This statement dates the letter as Monday, May 29.
52 Yeats had asked Sharp to comment on or add to a draft of a ritual he had constructed for his Celtic Mystical order. A note in Collected Notes II (p. 422) says of this draft: “Probably an early version of ‘The Initiation of the Spear, ’ which he [Yeats] had repeatedly experienced since 17 Dec 1898. By January 1899 WBY had also worked out a structure for the rituals based on cauldron, stone, sword, and spear related to the four seasons (‘Visions Notebook’).”
53 The area around Tara in County Meath in the east of Ireland. The ancient kings of Ireland were said to have their seat and hold their assemblies in Tara until 563. Ulidia or Uladlh (Ulla, i.e., Ulster), an original kingdom of ancient Ireland, became the northern province of Ulster composed of nine counties, six of which are now in Northern Ireland.
54 Kilkeel and Newcastle are seaport towns in County Down. Annalong is a fishing village five miles north of Kilkeel.
55 Sharp finished and published two plays under the Fiona Macleod pseudonym: “The House of Usna,” National Review, 35 (July, 1900), 733ff; and “The Immortal Hour,” The Fortnightly Review, 68 (November, 1900), 867–96. “The Tarist” and “The King of Ireland’s Son” were rejected titles for “The House of Usna.” “The King of Ireland’s Son” was probably rejected because it was the title of a poem by Nora Hopper which was quoted in “Dalvan,” a story in Ballads in Prose, 1894 (Collected Letters I, p. 54). In his letter To William Butler Yeats, September 16, 1899 (Volume 2), Sharp told Yeats “The House of Usna” and “The Immortal Hour” were the two finished plays (Memoir, p. 310). “The House of Usna” was performed “under the auspices of The Stage Society, of which William Sharp was the first Chairman” at the Fifth Meeting of the Society at the Globe Theatre, April 29, 1900. It was directed by Granville Barker, and Y.M. Capel wrote the music that accompanied it (Memoir, pp. 317–18). Two short plays by Maeterlinck were also performed that evening.
56 Gort is in County Galway near Coole Park, the residence of Lady Gregory, and not far from Edward Martyn’s Tillyra Castle.
57 Edward Verrall Lucas (1868–1938) was a versatile and popular English writer of nearly one hundred books. The Open Road went through many editions both in England and in America, where it was published by Henry Holt. Born in Kent, educated at Friends’ school in Saffron Walden, without university education he joined the staff at Punch in 1904 and wrote prolifically for the magazine. In 1924, he became chairman of the London publishers Methuen and Company. According to R. G. G. Price’s A History of Punch (London: Collins, 1957), his polished and gentlemanly essayist’s persona concealed “a cynical clubman… very bitter about men and politics… [with] the finest pornographic library in London” (194).
58 In his Thursday, June 8 letter to Little, Sharp said review copies were going out that week, the week preceding publication on June 13. This letter and the letter to Yeats, both of which are undated, similar in handwriting and some wording and written on the same stationery, were probably written early in the week of June 5, a Monday. I have therefore chosen that as the probable date of both letters.
59 Sharp asked Yeats several times in late May and June what he thought about The Dominion of Dreams and wondered if he would review the book. Having heard nothing on the subject from Yeats by the end of June, he was surprised, and more than a little annoyed, when he learned in early July that Yeats’ review had appeared in that month’s Bookman. This matter will be described in more detail in the “Life” section of Chapter Nineteen.
60 “The King of Ireland’s Son” became “The House of Usna.” Sharp is telling Yeats indirectly he is capable of writing contemporary “Irish” plays, which might be suitable for an Irish Literary Theater in addition to the Pan-Celtic dramas set in the mythic past. Political considerations had caused Yeats in late 1897 to shift the name of the theater he and others were developing in Dublin from “Celtic” to “Irish.”
61 E. A. S. combined this line and the last paragraph of this letter with passages from a letter to Yeats (which I have dated May 29) into what appears as a single letter in the Memoir. She omitted from both letters references to the possibility that Lady Gregory or Edward Martyn would invite them as guests to the West, references to their financial difficulties, references to the plays Sharp was writing as Fiona for Yeats’ Irish theater, and, most significantly, all references to the Rite for the Celtic Mystical Order
62 The bracketed words are crossed through in the manuscript letter, probably by Sharp since the inserted words “probably to the” appear to be in his hand. Presumably he wanted Yeats to think he had thought better about conveying his hope for an invitation while leaving enough to plant the idea.
63 The east coast north of Dublin in County Down.
64 Sharp had told Yeats, probably in June 1897, that he was responsible for the Fiona Macleod writings and that he experienced her as an alternative personality triggered and inspired by a real woman with whom he enjoyed an intimate relationship. Sharp was suffering one of his periodic bouts of depression.
65 This strange letter to Russell, which assumes a closer relationship between the two men than in fact existed, was written about the same time as the previous letter to Yeats, thus the probable date of June 5. It conveyed the same note of depression and disdain for city life in London that Sharp expressed to Yeats in his May 29 letter and again on June 5. Somewhat plaintively, Sharp asked AE to provide Fiona some “sympathy and comradely help” which she needed to refresh her soul. He must have done so right away since Fiona, in a letter dated June 17, thanked AE for his “friendly and sincere letter.”
66 In her letter To John Macleay, May 31, 1899 (Volume 2), Fiona asked if she was correct in thinking that Macleay was soon to be married. Macleay answered that question affirmatively, and here Fiona sent good wishes for “his wedded life.” That fixes the date as 1899.
67 Sharp was stalling, through Fiona, for more time to comment substantively on the Rite as he had in his May 29 and June 5 letters to Yeats. Yeats sent separate copies of the Rite to Fiona and to Sharp for comment. Since he knew Sharp was writing the Fiona Macleod works under the influence of a woman he loved and since that woman was cooperating with Sharp in divining the rites for Yeats’ Celtic Order, the intended recipient of the second copy of the Rite must have been Edith Rinder. Following Sharp’s lead and because he did not know who she was, Yeats addressed her as Fiona Macleod.
68 Sharp stated that Fiona was in Midlothian from the “Middle Isles” in order to explain the Edinburgh postmark. Sharp drafted the letter in London and sent it to his sister in Edinburgh to copy and send. Yeats is to presume that Fiona will remain in Edinburgh for a week and Sharp will join her there on or about June 23. Subsequent letters confirm this supposed meeting and imply they went together back to the “Middle Isles” south and west of Glasgow where they remained until early July. It is likely that he was with Edith Rinder in the West.
69 The “Kritik” which was to appear soon, and its author, are unknown to me. “Dalua” is the first story in the first section of The Dominion of Dreams.
70 These square brackets appear in the original letter, and are not my own addition. am Fheill Bhrighde can be roughly translated into English as St. Bridgit or St. Bride.
71 Sharp’s handwritten draft of this letter is in the National Library of Scotland. Mary Sharp’s transcription, used here, is in the Lilly Library at Indiana University.
72 “The Book of the Opal” and “The Yellow Moonrock” appeared in The Dominion of Dreams (1899). AE’s letter to F. M. about the book contained some advice and some criticism as did his review in the Dublin Daily Express.
73 Sharp began “The Lily Leven” in 1896, but it was not published. See Endnote 24, Chapter 15 (Volume 2).
74 Yeats’s stories about Hanrahan the Red first appeared in The Secret Rose: A Collection of Stories (London: Lawrence and Bullen, 1897). They were published later as The Stories of Hanrahan the Red (Dundrum: The Dun Emer Press, 1904).
75 AE’s review of The Dominion of Dreams appeared in the Dublin Daily Express in June 1899.
76 The Athenaeum, 3738 (June, 1899), p. 751: “in some respects the most considerable work yet issued by the writer who has been for several years the protagonist of the Scottish Gael.”
77 Probably The House of Usna.
78 The letter is transcribed from Sharp’s draft for Mary to copy. It was written in response to the review of The Dominion of Dreams in the June 17 issue of The Athenaeum (see Endnote 75). I do not know if it was published.
79 Unwin published a revised edition of Yeats’s Poems in May, 1899. The postmark on this card is “Ju 19 9_.” The numeral after the second 9 is unclear. 20/6/98 has been written in pencil above the salutation. “Send,” appears in another hand in pencil above the message with a line going to “Complete Poems” in the body of the note. Since Sharp asked Unwin on April 18, 1899 when Yeats’ reissued Poems would be out and offered to do what he could for the book, June 19, 1899 is the probable date of the card.
80 The idea here is that Sharp would join Fiona in Edinburgh on the June 23 or 24, and they would go to the West together. Sharp’s mother’s house in Edinburgh was, before Miss Rea entered the picture, Fiona’s return address since Sharp’s sister Mary who provided the Fiona handwriting lived there with their mother. That was where Sharp stayed when he was in Edinburgh and where Fiona supposedly stayed with her aunt and cousins when she was in Edinburgh. Sharp could place her there only for brief time slots for fear someone would knock on the door looking for her.
81 Edward Verrall Lucas, The Open Road (1899). See Endnote 57.
82 This card was written and mailed on June 26 in Falkirk, near Stirling, when Sharp was traveling on the main line from Edinburgh to Glasgow and on to the west. He probably received Richard’s letter during his brief stop in Edinburgh.
83 This letter is transcribed from the draft in Sharp’s hand intended for Mary to copy into the Fiona hand. Sharp found the letter to Fiona from Rhys in Edinburgh when he stopped there on June 24/5. He must have drafted this response in the west and sent it to Mary from there. Letters in the Fiona hand usually carry the date of Sharp’s drafts.
84 Grace Rhys (née Little, 1865–1929) was an Irish writer raised in Boyle, County Roscommon. She met her husband at a garden party given by Yeats, and they married in 1891. Her first novel, Mary Dominic, was published in 1898. Her other work includes The Wooing of Sheila (1901), The Bride (1909), and Five Beads on a String (1907), a book of essays. She died in Washington, D.C. while accompanying her husband on an American lecture tour.
85 The phrase in brackets was crossed out.
86 F. E. Green included this letter in his column — “Book of the Week” — in The New Age, 4/13 (January, 1909). He concluded the article: “I may say that I was not actuated by mere literary curiosity in writing to Fiona Macleod; but by a genuine desire to find out more of the philosophy and religion underlying the spiritual romances which emanated from that wonderful pen” (267). I have dated the letter about June 30 because it places Fiona in the Highlands, where Sharp was located in late June and early July. Also in late June, The Dominion of Dreams had appeared recently, and Sharp still thought “The Reddening of the West” (which became The Divine Adventure) might be published in November 1899.
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