Showing posts with label letters to her sister Cassandra. Show all posts
Showing posts with label letters to her sister Cassandra. Show all posts

Monday, December 16, 2013

HAPPY 238th BIRTHDAY, JANE AUSTEN!


"I will not say your mulberry-trees are dead, but I am afraid they are not alive."

"At the bottom of Kingdown Hill we met a gentleman in a buggy, who, on minute examination, turned out to be Dr Hill - and Dr Hill in in such very deep mourning that either his mother, his wife, or himself must be dead."
(From Jane Austen's letters to her sister Cassandra)