Memorials of Edward Burne-Jones

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Christmas this year was marked by merriment made for the children in the hall of the Grange — a room whose dimensions I should feel it impious even now to calculate, but it was big enough to shew a magic lantern in and for us to play snap-dragon in, and it seemed very big to the little ones. They had with them their young cousin Rudyard Kipling, now beginning the Anglo-Indian child’s experience of separation from his own home, and with our family of two thus increased by one half, we felt there was even more reason than usual for celebrating Christmas Eve. So we gathered together such grown-up friends as were not claimed elsewhere, and who could if needed still romp with a will; Jenny and May Morris’ 1 brought their parents and Ambrose Poynter 2 his; and they and Edward made for the children a memorable evening. Charles Faulkner 3 and William De Morgan 4 and Allingham 5 enchanted us all by their pranks, in which Morris and Edward Poynter occasionally joined, and Burton’s beautiful face beamed on the scene, while Mrs Morris, placed safely out of the way, watched everything from her sofa. This is the last time of the kind that I remember. By the following Christmas the children’s own world had begun, and it was their turn to amuse us…. These keywords were added by machine and not by the authors. This process is experimental and the keywords may be updated as the learning algorithm improves.

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