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Appendix 5 Letter from Anna Vardill to Maria Denman in 1838 (transcribed from an item in the Flaxman collection at the British Library) Miss Denman Upper Norton Dear Friends. Wednesday Morn; Nov 21 (1838) We are here safe -by miracle, after travelling 112 miles in 6 hours
with three of the fiercest elements about us. Once we had hopes (as the hero
of the hod said when his bearer slipped on the topmost rung of a ladder) of
an adventure. Halfway- that is near Wolverton Station, we saw the red flag
displayed in token of danger and felt our carriage retrograding rapidly. An
amiable fellow traveller putting his head through the window informed us we
were on the very spot where the mail slipped & buried its wheel in the earth & where the bridge broke down . We are on the
bridge now! With this gracious intelligence he added the comfort of a remark
that the repairs here were not half finished & we “listened to our beating hearts”, sat
looking at the unfenced road and the floods caused by an overflow of both
sides, promising an agreeable variety of watry deaths if we escaped the fire
engine. When our train was safely replaced on its line, we learned what the
poet had chosen to mystify that we have only deviated to avoid a collision
with some stones collected for repairs. Then we began to study our prospectus
and learned we should enter “It was a sight For a queen’s birth-night On that hill so near the sky To look over walls of splintered rock On rivers of fire and towers of smoke While our fierce sleds thundered by” Monday was the first birthday I ever spent in two new counties and
without old friends. Therefore I hope to celebrate the first fine day with
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