Showing posts with label Jane Morris. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jane Morris. Show all posts

Friday, June 10, 2022

Review: HOW WE MIGHT LIVE: AT HOME WITH JANE AND WILLIAM MORRIS By Suzanne Fagence Cooper

 


For the first time, a joint biography of William Morris and his creative partner and wife, Jane Morris.

William Morris – poet, designer, campaigner, hero of the Arts & Crafts movement – was a giant of the Victorian age. His beautiful creations and provocative philosophies are still with us today: but his wife Jane is too often relegated to a footnote, an artist’s model given no history or personality of her own.

In truth, Jane and William's personal and creative partnership was the central collaboration of both their lives. The homes they made together – at Red House, Kelmscott Manor and in London – were gathering places for artists, writers and radical thinkers. Through their domestic life and the things they collected and made, Jane and William explored how we all might live a life more focused on beauty and fulfillment. As William said, ‘The secret of true happiness lies in taking a genuine interest in all the details of daily life’.

In How We Might Live, Suzanne Fagence Cooper explores the lives and legacies of Jane and William Morris, finally giving Jane's work the attention it deserves and taking us inside two  worlds of unparalleled creative artistry.

Publication Date:  09/06/2022
ISBN-13:  9781529409482
Type:  Hardback
Format:  Books

William and Jane's marriage was tested by infidelity, and the chronic illness of their daughter Jenny. There were times of sadness and dislocation.  Still, these sufferings were resolved kindly.  In their London home, poets and political firebrands often sat side by side at supper.  We can hear the fierce discussions, the explosive tempers.  And yet, under Jane's roof, there was always space for careful, quiet designing, for embroidery and calligraphy. 

William himself was constantly trying out new ideas, writing, drawing, weaving, talking.  Sometimes it was hard for Jane to keep pace with him when he was ablaze with enthusiasm about a new project.  It was then that all her resourcefulness, all her patience was most keenly valued by her family and friends. 
I am astounded by the amount of research Dr. Cooper has done in writing her joint biography of married couple William and Jane Morris.  A chronological look into the beginning of a boy's life named William Morris, the sibling patterns, his wanting to be a priest, his education at Oxford which introduced him to a lifelong friendship with a young painter named Edward Burne-Jones, which introduced him to a bit of a known painter Dante Gabriel Rossetti. These two men would lead William to meet a very young, very tall, strange beauty of a girl named Jane Burden...the rest is history!  Not quite...Young William was content enough to live a quiet country life with his books on medieval history and nordic folklore surrounded by beautiful gardens until this goddess stepped into his world. His focus and direction took on new meaning while trying to get to know Jane Burden.  

We owe a huge debt to the research Dr. Cooper has done on Jane Morris (nee Burden). She has traced her life from childhood to adulthood while finding a few treasures along the way.  The veil has been lifted on the little girl growing up with siblings in small living quarters in the poverty section in and around Oxford to becoming the muse for a group of well educated painters and poets. 

William and Jane, The Morrises, were never a simple couple to understand. However, in trying to discern each individually, How We Might Live opens up a 'pandora's box' of lifelong hidden treasures both otherworldly and divine.  The utter brilliance of How We Might Live is how respectfully Dr. Cooper covers the relationship Jane Morris had with her husband's friend, Dante Gabriel Rossetti and the cost it would have on her reputation later in life. I was surprised by a few dinner behaviours of Rossetti toward Jane but I will leave it at that. I loved how Suzanne Fagence Cooper made connections between Rossetti's drawings/sketches of Jane and his insulting and mean hearted doodles of his friend William relating to the progression of his affair. My heart was full of sadness for William.  This is just a taste of what readers I am sure want to know.  Also, another wonderful surprise was reading one theory that it was Sarah Prinsep who taught Jane Morris how to become a lady by educating her on how to entertain and be a supporting wife. Jane apparently lived at Little Holland House with Sarah, her husband and a menagerie of painters and poets.  I hope this is true!  

I was fascinated by the relationship between William Morris and the Arts and Crafts Movement when it came to the business side of how fabrics and wallpapers were made.  He was a creative genius of a man who lectured and traveled quite a lot. However, as the marriage progressed, Jane would give birth to two daughters Jenny and May Morris. Jane was an absolute doting mother who would do anything for her girls. William was the soft, mushy, sweet funny storytelling and playing with the girls dad that one would expect. 

At the end of the day, How We Might Live shows how a marriage works and survives throughout affairs, illness, fighting, business profit loss, etc.  To cope with Jane's affair, William believing he could not give Jane what she needed, chose to travel to Iceland, getting away to think things over. In the end, as William aged and his health grew poorer, they came together as a stronger couple who talked things out privately. When William Morris passed away, it was Jane Morris who continued to keep the business running along with her grown daughter May Morris who would eventually take over after Jane's passing.  

Swirling around The Morrises were many favorites of The Pre-Raphaelite Circle:  Lizzie Siddal is discussed throughout How We Might Live in association with her relationship and marriage to Dante Gabriel Rossetti. Also mentioned was Lizzie's childhood friend, Emma Madox Brown who according to her diary was, E.D. Emma Drunk, wife of Ford Madox Brown. John Ruskin makes a few appearances as a friend of William Morris in his love of Medieval and Gothic.  Red Lion Mary is introduced as helping the painters out during their times when paintings were not selling. Fanny Cornforth is mentioned once in passing. Mostly, it is Edward Burne-Jones, wife Georgie, kids, Philip and Margaret as supporting cast. 

I am humbly grateful to have been sent an early digital review copy from Ana and Elizabeth of Quercus Books and River Run Books.

You can purchase the hardback, quercusbooks












Friday, July 23, 2021

Rossetti's Portraits: Upcoming exhibition at The Holburne Museum 24 September 2021 to 9 January 2022

 

Blue Silk Dress (Jane Morris), Dante Gabriel Rossetti, 1868 © Society of Antiquaries of London: Kelmscott Manor

Rossetti’s Portraits features some of his most iconic artworks, including The Blue Silk Dress (Jane Morris), 1868, which reveal the artist at the height of his creative powers, alongside his less well-known, but equally compelling early drawings of friends, family and fellow Pre-Raphaelite artists. The exhibition also explores the artist’s intimate relationship with his muses and their influence on his depiction of beauty.  Extract from Holburne Museum website

I have been working on Mrs. Morris's portrait and have nearly finished it. I think it is better than the run of my doings. Dante Gabriel Rossetti letter to Alice Boyd of 24 July 1868.

Combining paintings, drawings, and photography from across the artist’s career, including some of his most celebrated and accomplished works, Rossetti’s Portraits opens with drawings of his early social circle, including members of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood during the early 1850s. Extract from The Holburn Museum website.

Dante Gabriel Rossetti’s portrait of William Holman Hunt was sketched on the morning of 12th April 1853

As young artists starting their careers, ambitious to ‘make it’ in the art world, the Pre-Raphaelites frequently practised drawing each other to improve their observational skills, as well as saving money on models. These drawings were often created out of mutual affection and were exchanged as gifts. Rossetti’s portrait of William Holman Hunt was sketched on the morning of 12th April 1853 as one of several portraits created by the group to send out to Thomas Woolner, a Pre-Raphaelite sculptor who had emigrated to Australia to try his luck on that continent.  Extract from The Holburne Museum website

The Blue Bower by Dante Gabriel Rossetti, 1865
The sitter is Fanny Cornforth, Rossetti's housekeeper and mistress.
The Barber Institute of Fine Arts

Cornforth is the focus of one of Rossetti’s masterpieces, The Blue Bower (1865, The Barber Institute of Fine Arts), a painting infused with symbolism relating to the sitter. The blue cornflowers refer to her surname, while the passion flowers suggest her fiery nature. Indeed, the work has the feel of a character study; Cornforth commands the spectator’s gaze, as if to challenge their observation of her beauty.  Extract from The Holburne Museum website.

Elizabeth Siddal drawn by Dante Gabriel Rossetti,
May 1854, in Hastings, V&A

The next section features a selection of intimate and poignant drawings from the 1850s of the artist’s wife and pupil, Elizabeth Siddal (1829–1862), showing the many facets of their relationship as a couple, as artistic peers, and as artist and model.

Famous for posing in John Everett Millais’ Ophelia (1851-52, Tate), Siddal modelled for several Pre-Raphaelite artists before sitting exclusively for Rossetti from 1852 onwards. Alongside her work as a model, Siddal pursued her own artistic interests and was the only woman to exhibit at the 1857 Pre-Raphaelite display at Russell Place. Rossetti made a series of beautifully intimate studies of her carrying out everyday tasks and the works displayed at the Holburne allow visitors to see the daily life that ‘Lizzie’ and Rossetti shared together. Siddal frequently suffered from ill-health and a drawing he made of her during a stay in Hastings where they had gone for her to recuperate from the latest bout of illness features in the show. Siddal died tragically in 1862 aged only 32.  Extract from The Holburne Museum. 

For more information about the exhibition, The Holburne Museum




Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Current Exhibition: Painting with Light Art and Photography from the Pre-Raphaelites to the modern age Tate Britain: Exhibition 11 May – 25 September 2016

Prosperine by Dante Gabriel Rossetti, 1874, oil on canvas - The Odor of Pomegranates by Zaida Ben-Yusuf, 1899, Photogravure on paper

Tate Britain, London presents: Painting with Light  Art and Photography from the Pre-Raphaelites to the modern age exhibition running from 11 May-25 September 2016. 

This is the first major exhibition to celebrate the spirited conversation between early photography and British art. It brings together photographs and paintings including Pre-Raphaelite, Aesthetic and British impressionist works. 
 

Spanning 75 years across the Victorian and Edwardian ages, the exhibition opens with the experimental beginnings of photography in dialogue with painters such as J.M.W. Turner. For the first time works by painters John Everett Millais, Dante Gabriel Rossetti, and John Singer Sargent will be shown alongside ravishing photographs by pivotal early photographers such as Julia Margaret Cameron, which they inspired and which inspired them.
exhibition catalogue featuring cover photograph
Decorative Study by Minna Keene, 1906
© Royal Photographic Society / National Media Museum/ Science & Society Picture Library
An exploration of the relationship between photography, painting and sculpture, from the 1840s to 1914
Photography was entangled with art from the very moment of its invention by painter and printmaker Louis Daguerre in 1839. Painting with Light is the first publication to explore photography's complex and fascinating inter-relationship with painting and sculpture in the 19th and early 20th centuries. Opening with the experimental beginnings of the medium in the 1830s and 40s, the book covers the full range of photography in Britain up to the early 1900s, concluding with its flowering as a distinct art form in Pictorialism, which sought to express emotional and imaginative states through the photographic image.
 Spanning seventy-five years from the daguerreotype to very early colour photography, the book explores pioneer photographers, the Pre-Raphaelite circle and ravishing Symbolist and Pictorialist works, including landscapes and life studies, documentary and scientific realism, and images that experimented with atmospheric and psychological effects. Organised chronologically, it features essays on the camera before the1840s; David Octavius Hill's pioneering photography studio; the connections between early photographic and artistic approaches to nature; social realism; and anti-naturalism and the supernatural. It uncovers the issues raised by exchanges between photography and other media, many of them still live today, from the question of copying versus creating and truth versus lies to artist versus machine and tradition versus modernity. Mixing iconic and rarely seen works, Photography into Art includes over one hundred illustrations accompanied by refreshing new scholarship - making this the essential book for collectors, gallery goers and photography enthusiasts alike 
Tate Britain
Millbank, London SW1P 4RG, 
United Kingdom

To purchase tickets to the exhibition or for more information, Painting with Light
 

Monday, January 26, 2015

On the death of Jane Morris (nee Burden) Oct 19, 1839 · Oxford, England - Jan 26, 1914 · Bath, England

I am in the middle of a blizzard a nor'easter here on the East Coast in the U.S. I had to just do a quick post recognizing the death of Jane Morris nee Burden, wife of William Morris and mother of two daughters Jenny and May Morris.  Sadly, there are no details about the Jane's death except she outlived her husband and 'supposed' former lovers to live to old age.  Here is the last released known photograph taken of Jane Morris. She is seated in the wheelchair on the far right, standing next to her left side is her daughter, May Morris as well as friend Cecil Sharp. Photograph taken at her home she shared with William Morris, Kelmscott, one year before her death in 1913 at a country festival.
Photo published in The Collected Letters of Jane Morris Edited by Frank C. Sharp and Jan Marsh, (my copy).



Also, here is the street where Jane Morris died located as it looks today in Bath, England: 5 Brock Street. photo found online at JaneyMorris BlogSpot.



Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Happy Birthday May Morris!

Mary May Morris was born on this day in 1862. Originally named Mary by her parents, William Morris and Jane Burden Morris because she was born on the Feast of the Annunciation. Later, it was changed to May partly as her choice and partly because her elder sister, Jenny called her 'May' instead!  I am not going to write up a biography or piece together the usual details of her life; although, fascinating they can be searched anywhere.

No, the point of this brief post is because it struck me this morning when I realized today was May Morris's birthday that yesterday was her father William Morris's birthday as well!  What must it have been like in the Morris household first at Red House where the Morris girls were born and shared a brief idyllic childhood before moving on to Kelmscott Manor sharing a birthday for father and daughter, William and littlest May? I am sure she had a lifetime of memories of birthday cake celebrations perhaps, fun games, parties, it must have been incredible! I bet William Morris told the best bedtime stories ever!! 
Can you possibly imagine what it was like to have shard a birthday with your father? They were born only twenty-four hours apart. Well, you know what I mean!  I actually have a very good idea of how May Morris felt possibly experiencing a shared birthday with her father her entire life until his passing. They must have shared their birthdays together, I can't imagine Jane Morris baking two separate cakes two days in a row? Nobody has that much time!  So, it is my guess and wish that they celebrated birthday's together as I did my entire life with my beloved grandfather who was the only father figure in my household! He also was a fine painter and craftsman himself but I'll keep those memories to myself and focus on May Morris!

Lastly, this morning I was searching for an old photograph of one of my birthyday's I celebrated together with my beloved 'pop' and the one I was thinking of I couldn't find but after searching through many old albums I found this one which is better than nothing!  So, to all of those daughters who are gifted to share a birthday with a parent or their parental figure, here's to you all and May Morris is I hope together in heaven sharing and celebrating with her entire family in bliss looking down on all of us strange humans still remembering them all!

Enough of my ramblings just a quick birthday post because May and William Morris sparked a few wonderful old family birthday memories of my own!  
 just me and my pop celebrating our birthdays together: his was January 20th and mine is January 21st! 
With love I miss you terribly pop! 


Friday, September 13, 2013

The Morris Family and Friends or My day of research at The Morgan Library!

Jane Morris photographed by John Robert Parsons in 1865
I was able to hold this photograph and see it for myself!

My first official research trip started locally at The Morgan Library here in New York City. I requested seven items consisting of: Jane Morris letters rare letters and the correspondence book with Wilfred Scawen Blunt, May Morris Kelmscott photograph and her correspondence, William Morris rare illuminated manuscript, ‘Story of Halfdan the Black & the Story of King Harold, calligraphic manuscript ca 1872 in a Blue cloth drop spine box.  However, one item proved invaluable and was full of the stuff Pre-Raphaelite dreams are made of and it was a huge black hard leather bound book with gold embossed lettering on the front, ‘Autograph Letters Addressed to Sydney Carlyle Cockerell.’ I had no idea at the time that I was looking through all correspondence addressed to a Sydney Carlyle Cockerell (SCC) from his friends: Mr. and Mrs. William Morris and both their daughters Jenny and May Morris, Sir Edward Burne-Jones and his wife, Lady Georgiana Burne-Jones, their daughter Margaret Mackail, Sir John Everett Millais, Helen Rossetti Angeli (daughter of Dante Gabriel Rossetti’s brother, William Michael Rossetti), Algernon Swinburne.  I’ll get back to this book later…

Where to begin, with the appointment made and confirmed, I arrived at The Morgan Library’s side research entrance, was buzzed and checked in. I found myself in one of those glass elevators on my way to the Research Reading Room. Once there, I checked in and was told to wash my hands before entering the room, I was given a visitor’s badge and a locker for my belongings. I was allowed a notebook and pencils no pen.  

I was given a seat at a large wooden table with people already stretched out in their spaces. I was so nervous! The head research official brings out each requested item to you individually and you can take all the time you need with each item. They don’t rush you.  The correspondence book with Blunt’s letters with Jane Morris was already on the table but that turned out not to be of much interest what with a manila folder placed in front  of you with the handwritten words, ‘Rare letters Mrs. William Morris’ on them… It’s a library and the room was dead quiet…there I was staring at this closed envelope to hear a woman say, ‘have you washed your hands?’ to which I smiled and said ‘yes!’ with both hands flat on the wooden table surface,  she turned and walked back to her desk area and there I was. I could feel my heart beating so fast, I reached out for the folder and opened it and there huddled on top of each other were handwritten letters and two tiny envelopes about the size of half of one regular sized index card!  Wow, Jane’s letters…right there…her handwriting…black ink on creamy, milky, beige paper embossed with the words atop right side Kelmscott House, Upper Mall, Hammersmith in tiny dark blue stamped ink!  Although, later on that day, another letter of hers was written on a different Kelmscott letterhead in a sharper, darker black typeface; both still breathtaking to behold!  You could not have wiped that cheek to cheek wide smiley grin off of my face. I couldn’t believe it, I reached out and held one of the tiny envelopes atop the group of letters; it had black script handwriting that read:

Mr. Arthur Brooke
Slingsby Rectory
                   York

The envelope had a pretty pink queen looking stamp on the right side covered in that black postmark circle. It was marvelous to behold. To know that you’re holding the actual paper that Jane Morris took out herself, held ink and pen to, and with her very own hands wrote down these words,

 Kelmscott House
Upper Mall
Hammersmith

May 17, 1896

Dear Mrs. Brooke,
    Many thanks for the lovely peonies. My husband is better than when you saw him but still far from well –he is working but does not get about and this alone is irritating to a man of his temperament.
Yours sincerely,
Jane Morris

I picked up the letter and put it aside to read Jane’s second letter to a woman she addressed as, ‘Janey’ whose real name is Emma Jane Catherine Cobden (1851-1949) pictured in this photo sitting to the left of Jane Morris. They remained lifelong friends.I began to read Jane Morris’s words in her own handwriting,

 Kelmscott House
Upper Mall
Hammersmith

June 5, 1886

My dear Janey,

 I am at Hammersmith, only Jenny is away at present but I go next week- could you come tomorrow (Sunday) to half past 1 o’clock early dinner and bring Minnie Brooke? It would be so nice if you could – I think you will get this tonight as I am writing first thing.

I have long wanted to see you but have been worried since I left Ventnor-I am pretty well now-I enjoyed the first warm day on the river, it was lovely and I felt years younger and better suddenly-I hope it has the same effect on you-
Always affectionately,
Jane Morris

The envelope to this above letter reads:
Miss Cobden
17 Caufield Gardens
South Hampstead
N.W.  

 
                                                      Sydney Carlyle Cockerell photographed 1909

 My next item was the black leather book I described above. This contained so many letters and photographs that I was thoroughly surprised.  At the time I had no idea who Sydney Carlyle Cockerell (1842-1877) was but later looked him up and it turns out he was Director of the Fitzwilliam Museum, Cambridge 1908-1937; illuminated manuscript scholar and of William Morris. So, there I am flicking through this large book, put on a wooden stand with small metal clamps on either side and I was given two velvet bean baggy strips to use as place book markers!  So many treasures hidden with this gem…I opened the book and in small, tiny black ink was inscribed a date of 21 Jan 1946. I gasped because 21 January happens to be my birthday!  Well, let’s see what we have here...I open the first page and there before my eyes is a black and white 8x10 photograph of William Morris staring back at me. I pick it up gently, mouth hanging open, and see on the bottom right hand side it is stamped, ‘Emery Walker, Ltd.’ 

 I keep going, and the first letter I come to is written to SCC by a Georgiana Burne-Jones, dated 30 Oct. 1917 on Rottingdean stationary. In black ink she basically begins to tell Sydney about how ‘Edward’ was working on ‘The Fairy Family’ but the ‘compiler’ never showed up and McLaren had some ‘choice words’ about this and ‘Edward’ understood it!  My hands were shaking and my heart was pounding, I couldn’t believe I was sitting reading Georgiana’s letter in her own handwriting and there was the word Rottingdean!  I continue to read on to which she describes a place called ‘Summerfield’ the name of a house at the time, rather, and wants Sydney to visit to see ‘Edward’s’ drawing which must have been there at the time. She explains how The McLaren Family are involved with the drawings and wants to be sure that the set of designs for The Fairy Family are always kept together; she says this specifically and directly to Sydney and also states that she believes that The McLaren’s don’t agree.

 I finish reading and holding Georgiana (Lady Burne-Jones’s) letter, flip the page and again gasp out loud because I am greeted by such a sight:   two of the best chums of the PRB, those cheeky Oxford blokes Ned & Topsy (Edward Burne-Jones and William Morris) in those famous family photos. Two images I see on either page, two loose photographs of both of them infamous and easily recognizable but there they are together again housed inside this roughly edged black gold embossed book of Sydney Cockerell’s. It’s as if they are smiling at me saying, ‘Surprise! Don’t be alarmed, it’s just us! Did you really think, Kimberly, that we wouldn’t pop in to say hello. We know how much you love us!’   Alright, so by this time in the reading room, I might have been delirious, but stay with me it gets better!  

 Now I get to a letter by Jenny Morris, first born daughter of William and Jane Morris. She is writing on Kelmscott House letterhead dated, 16 December, 1897, and above this is handwritten, ‘Lyme Regis, Dorset.’ She writes to Sydney asking if he has seen a good deal of May lately who has written to her sister explaining that she’ll be down to Kelmscott to visit Jenny for about a week is all she can manage with her busy schedule but she is excited about it. Jenny wants to know if Sydney has heard about this yet. Jenny talks very openly about the current state of her mother’s health. She alludes to the fact that Jane was not feeling very well the night before and must rest a lot because of her back aching which hurts Jenny’s heart she literally says. Jenny describes the weather being stormy while writing her letter and she names a woman Vera Roberts. Jenny begins writing about what she terms ‘old times’ and incredibly mentions to Sydney the Xmas (her spelling) of 1870 and how she and her sister, May, both received ‘The Earthly Paradise’ as a gift!  (Can you imagine how incredible that must have been?) I can only guess that somebody outside on the Kelmscott grounds must have been yelling outside because she jokes about hearing ‘a town crier call out the time and prices of seats’ as if it were a ‘Dramatic Entertainment’ going on!  How very clever she must have been!   She then says her goodbyes to Sydney and signs ‘Ever yours truly’, Jenny Morris.



A side nod of hello to my Bloomsbury Group of friends because inside Sydney’s black book were two handwritten letters by Vita Sackville on Sissinghurst Castle, Kent, stationery, dated April 26, 1953…so hello all!!!   Back to the PRB..

As I flipped through this book, a name jumped out of me…could it be…MILLAIS…Sir, is that you? A letter to Sydney, dated 5 October 1894, from Perth, not on any specific stationery just plain white paper now yellowed; a brief note to basically tell him to lookout for a portrait done of the same paper so be on the lookout for it and thanks for the information. He signed it only J.E. Millais


Also I read two letters from May Morris to Sydney and one photograph of May Morris was in the book but without permission I cannot include it here. However, the National Portrait Gallery houses a photo from the same time and May is wearing the same dress; it is the same series of photographs taken of May by some Italian friends of hers that were visiting which you can find listed in her exhibition catalog 1862-1938. 
 
 

May Morris' first letter to Sydney begins with her usual greeting, ‘My Dear Sydney,’ it is written on lined notebook paper instead of the usual Kelmscott letterhead because she is writing from Spain! Her letter is dated 17 July 1913. She begins by apologizing and telling him that she is tired after writing a long letter to her mother and to Jenny. Oh yes, I remember really loving this one because May’s personality shines through. It is 1913 she is 52 years old, thin with grey hair, and is telling her dear friend how she has already been on ‘two real mountain pilgrimages’ and she is going to visit Lluch Monastary tomorrow after a night’s sleep. She is excited because this time it seems somebody is providing her with a guide she approves of! ‘A splendid person’ she says! She describes having a charcoal burner and being grateful for the warmth. She does complain about her last guide because apparently she was ‘helpless’! She mentions being only with a woman named Miss Sloane; no mention of Miss Lobb, though, she might have been there! She gives her love to Sydney’s family and signs off ‘Yours very sincerely, May Morris’

Her second letter was written from Kelmscott on letterhead dated, 9, Oct. 1929. She begins to Sydney by thanking him for his very kind letter about her father and how she ‘values every word of love that old friends speak about him.’ She tells him of her visit with Mrs. Holman-Hunt (I nearly died reading this) and apparently their conversation was interesting and affectionate. Basically that’s it from May Morris and signs it yours affectionately May Morris.

The next two letters came from Mr. William Morris himself.  Have I lost you yet? Are you still with me?  Don’t you want to know what one of the greatest men of the nineteenth-century was thinking…I do!

On Kelmscott letterhead, dated December 23, 1892, addressed, ‘My dear Cockerell,’ He begins explaining rather jovially and friendly enough by explaining that he can send a few lines himself now or wait until he returns and he will be at Sydney’s disposal. William Morris tells Sydney that he has specific interest in a catalogue from the Manzoni  library and someone he calls ‘Nutt’ has three books from someone called ‘Cohn’ waiting to be looked at but this can wait until he returns but he or Walker can look at them if they’d like. He likes the weather on this day ‘a beautiful day with sharp frost very Christmassy place’ and wishes Sydney good luck. He signs off Yours very truly, William Morris.

The second letter again on Kelmscott Letterhead, dated November 1, 1895, he greets Sydney and tells him that ‘the family’ came home yesterday in time for him to attend The Oxford meeting. Apparently, it was successful!  He describes a man named Powell taking him to ch. Ch. Library to see two books: one English about the date of the big missal but he wasn’t interested in it but he did seem to fall in love with a French N. Testament book from around 1280 which he says is ‘of the most beautiful refinement.’ He wishes Rosenthal liked it. He says that he would buy it ‘as an experiment effort.’ He mentions ‘R’ answering his letter and saying he did it only to ‘oblige him’ but that R owed him 60 pounds for the two he lent him! I wonder if R could have been Rossetti?  Maybe this Rosenthal person!  He signs the letter yours very truly, William Morris.

I finished reading through Sydney’s little black book, hand shaking, heart pounding out of my chest, it has been about three hours now I’ve been sitting at that table looking through letters from so many now infamous men and women, most I’ve read up on, research about, read their works, loved and or hated them at some point; yet, here I sit this girl who grew up in Manhattan, still resides here, getting to touch and look upon handwritten letters from the likes of Jane Morris and Georgiana Burne-Jones!  To hold William Morris’s letters and see his handwriting  how big the letters are or how small the handwriting is, neat or rushed, his humour, his intelligence, his grace and his heart abide on those letterhead embossed pages…To see his daughter’s handwriting, photos of them, and Jane Morris a woman I have long wanted to research some out of curiosity to find out what Rossetti saw in her from that first glance. She was not the obvious blonde gleaming beauty with small features and a cute figure. She was Amazonian in stock, poor and rough in trade, with large features and frizzled hair. A girl who never smiled or stood up straight for that matter, yet with sullen, stooped stature and the darkest features, she captured the attention of five men and became an enigma with the touch of Rossetti’s pen and paintbrush…she stole our hearts and our imaginations and everyone still wants to know what Janey was really like.

I was surprised to find a Jane Morris letter tucked inside the front page of a calligraphic manuscript by her husband William Morris, ‘Story of Halfdan the Black and the Story of King Harold,’

To Lady Anne Blunt                                                                                         Kelmscott House
                                                                                                                                September 19, 1897

My dear Lady Anne,
  I am sending you a book which I hope you will accept as a little memento of my husband-it is an unfinished manuscript as you will perceive with spaces left for illumination. Alas! Never done. I have chosen this as one of the most beautifully written of those he left, done when he was at his best. 

Please accept it with my love.

Jenny and I passed our summer here quietly with an occasional visitor for a few weeks at a time. I found it very difficult to mix with humankind and am not unhappy in this seclusion. We shall stay through October except for a few days in town when I hope it will be possible to see you. –
How good you were to me.
                                                                                                                                Yours affectionately
                                                                                                                                Jane Morris

The last and final letter written by Jane Morris that I could hold, touch, and read myself was written to Sydney Cockerell and dated just three months before her death, October 25, 1913. It is not a letter written on Kelmscott letterhead but a small card instead, she writes,

My dear Sydney,

   The promised book has just arrived. I shall have much pleasure in looking at it and making out the pictures. How kind it is of you always remembering my birthday. Thank you heartily for both book and letter with all its kind expressions –we passed the day most pleasantly. Emery came and the day was lovely. 

Mr. Chandler is coming next week with the plan of the property for me to see, so I suppose all will be arranged soon for the final settlement of the sale.

Very affectionately yours,
Jane Morris

Well, that was it. After five hours in one room, I returned the items, my notebook was searched before leaving the research room and it was by this time 4pm. I arrived close to 11 a.m. With my visitor's badge clipped to my shirt, I took a quick walk through the exhibits for free which they told me I could do with time allowing and then I took my tired self home!  

I hope I brought a bit of these incredible men and women whom I love so much to life ever so briefly for you! 
 NOTE: Jane Morris's letters are typed out in full because they have already been published in The Collected Letters by Jan Marsh and else where. I have summarized the letters by Lady Burne-Jones, May Morris, Jenny Morris, and WIlliam Morris because as far as I know I am not sure if they've been published in books yet.Though, some have been auctioned off so they are out there online.  All photographs can be found online! 




Coming Soon: Favorite September Reads of 2025! Daphne du Maurier, Edgar Allan Poe & Stephanie Cowell

 Here are three of my favorite books I've read so far this year in no particular order and all to be published next month! Thank you to ...