ym raed yssac,—i hsiw uoy a yppah wen raey. ruoy xis snisuoc emac ereh yadretsey, dna dah hcae a eceip fo ekac. siht si elttil yssac's[323] yadhtrib, dna ehs si eerht sraey dlo. knarf sah nugeb gninrael nital ew deef eht nibor yreve gninrom. yllas netfo seriuqne retfa uoy. yllas mahneb sah tog a wen neerg nwog. teirrah thgink semoc yreve yad ot daer ot tnua ardnassac. doog eyb ym raed yssac.
tnua ardnassac sdnes reh tseb evol, dna os ew od lla.
ruoy etanoitceffa tnua,
enaj netsua.
notwahc, naj. 8.
note by lord brabourne.
in january, 1817, she wrote of herself as better and able to walk into alton, and hoped in the summer she should be able to walk back. in april her father in a note to mrs. lefroy says: "i was happy to have a good account of herself written by her own hand, in a letter from your aunt jane; but all who love, and that is all who know her, must be anxious on her account." we all know how well grounded that anxiety was, and how soon her relations had to lament over the loss of the dearest and brightest member of their family.
and now i come to the saddest letters of all, those which tell us of the end of that bright life, cut short just at the time when the world might have hoped that unabated intellectual vigor, supplemented by the experience brought by maturer[324] years, would have produced works if possible even more fascinating than those with which she had already embellished the literature of her country. but it was not to be. the fiat had gone forth,—the ties which bound that sweet spirit to earth were to be severed, and a blank left, never to be filled in the family which her loved and loving presence had blessed, and where she had been so well and fondly appreciated. in the early spring of 1817 the unfavorable symptoms increased, and the failure of her health was too visible to be neglected. still no apprehensions of immediate danger were entertained, and it is probable that when she left chawton for winchester in may, she did not recognize the fact that she was bidding a last farewell to "home." happy for her if it was so, for there are few things more melancholy than to look upon any beloved place or person with the knowledge that it is for "the last time." in all probability this grief was spared to jane, for even after her arrival at winchester she spoke and wrote as if recovery was hopeful; and i fancy that her relations were by no means aware that the end was so near.
note by lord brabourne.
cassandra's letters tell the tale of the event in words that require no addition from me. they are simple and affecting,—the words of one who had[325] been stricken by a great grief, but whose religion stood her in good stead, and enabled her to bear it with fortitude. the firm and loving bond of union which had ever united the austen family, naturally intensified their sorrow at the loss of one of their number, and that the one of whom they had been so proud as well as so fond. they laid her within the walls of the old cathedral which she had loved so much, and went sorrowfully back to their homes, with the feeling that nothing could replace to them the treasure they had lost. and most heavily of all must the blow have fallen upon the only sister, the correspondent, the companion, the other self of jane, who had to return alone to the desolate home, and to the mother to whose comforts the two had hitherto ministered together, but who would henceforward have her alone on whom to rely....
letters from miss cassandra austen to her niece miss knight, after the death of her sister jane, july 18, 1817.
